The backup power kicks on with an oddly loud thud. The backup lights kick on, they are red like the ones on a submarine. The red softens the severity of the light change and allows for more comfortable movement in the darkness.
I slip on some shorts and an undershirt along with my shoes. My tactical light clips perfectly into place as it should. As I approach the door, I tell Holly, "Don't leave this room, once I shut this door don't open it unless I know four times, two sets of two."
She nods her head and gets her gun out from the dresser.
A very loud alarm sounds, louder than the encroachment alarm from earlier. A lot louder than before. I keep my body tight to the wall as I enter the hallway and listen for any noises that may lead me to clues.
I'm not hugging the inside of the corner leading to the main room. I don't know what the alarm means or where it was activated at but I am assuming it is comi
The entire place is quiet, even the agents are resting and behaving themselves. Mills is roaming endlessly, his entire crew was wiped out and he had been overrun by one lone man. One lone potential agent that obviously felt like he didn't have to participate with us.The Boss was the only person that seemed to be not affected by the events that had occurred. Black suit, white shirt, black tie and slacks. The only noise that eventually rang out was the Boss's telephone, the red one, the one that doesn't dial out.I watched curiously through his blinds and did my best to read his lips. All I could get was "Yes, Sir" about eight times. This could be a chance to show my skills, a mission possibly. I'll have to wait but in the mean time I go check on Holly.She is sitting at her desk with her face hidden from view, "You alright sweetie?""Uh, no, I don't think so. I've never had to flush a room before and it's re
ER, ER, ER, ER, ER! My alarm sounds off, calling out to me that it is time to get the fuck up and head out. We had two objectives tonight. A Philippine looking teenager and a fifty to sixty year old woman. What a job.I took all of my clothes off and picked out a new suit from my dresser. I put on an undershirt and then the slacks. I tucked the undershirt into the slacks to prevent any sort of malfunctions. I put on a flak jacket then put my arms in the white button up. A tie, belt and shoes completed the wardrobe. My shoes of choice for tonight were flat black, steel toe combat style boots.I didn't know where we would have to go or what we would have to walk through so I prepared for the worst with the boots and the best with the suit. My gun was strapped to my chest and holstered like normal, the jacket concealed it nicely.I kiss Holly good bye and exit the room, prepared to accomplish the goa
I awoke with Holly on my good arm and a consistent throbbing on the bad. She had applied a sling for my arm that wrapped around my body and secured it in place, making sure I didn't move it so the pain could be controlled. It was quite uncomfortable but it served a purpose.Gingerly, I pull my good arm out from under her sleeping body. She turns slightly, her head searching for the spot it was just in. My dresser contained many things but all I needed was an under shirt and some pants. My shoes were at the door already.Somehow managing to dress myself, the wounded arm tuck under the shirt as the free arm is left to do the duty of two. The shoulder harness isn't going to be effective today so I use a regular out of the pants holster for my service weapon.The bathroom fells extra cold this morning but I have to brush my teeth, badly. I finish the teeth, spitting up a
After I cooled off a little from my confrontation with Councilor Champ, I decided it was time for Rader's present. I don't trust him for shit and I can tell he certainly couldn't give a good god damn about me. If I'm going to lead and instruct these "people" I am going to need full cooperation and trust.Quickly I perform a quick scan of the main room for Mills; I needed to know what Presidential room the old hag was in. I suppose guessing wouldn't hurt. Since the boy was in the Nixon room, I head that direction. I open all the adjacent doors with my key card.All the rooms are identical, down to the way the drywall was seamed together. Very shitty job if you ask me. The seaming process is meant to hide the seam, not make it more obvious. Anyways, I continue room to room until I eventually find the old lady in the Lincoln room.If I didn't know any better, I'd t
Make it look like an accident? Make it look like an accident! I've got an idea, it's a stretch but it's an idea. Maybe this plan will work but I've got to sell it to my team and see if they think it will fly far enough over everyone's head that even the President of the United States will buy it.I placed Jeffrey's head down on the floor as gently as I could and called everyone to the middle of the room, "I've got an idea and I think it just might work."Everyone came in close, even Danny and I began to explain the plan, "Right before Jeffrey passed, he whispered something into my ear. All he said was make it look like an accident. I didn't have a clue what the hell he was talking about but now I get it. He wants us to try to keep this place alive, keep the President on our side."Mills chimes in, "How the hell are we going to do that Gregg? We just killed six secret service men
This was really a bitter sweet moment for me right now. The end was here, the goal was accomplished and that's that. I left the room slowly with a blank look on my face, what was my purpose now? What was my motivation now? I was sweating profusely so my main goal right now was to get to the showers.Wiping the sweat from my forehead with my hands, not thinking about the blood that was replacing it. My entire body was covered in blood; I was merely moving the blood around my face and arms.On my way to the bedroom to shower I enter the main area and I had quite the audience. John, Holly and Mills were standing there after watching me perform on the surveillance camera. I will tell you that their faces looked like they had just seen a monster, but I wasn't the monster, Susan was.Smiling slyly, "John! I would love to hug you right now but I'm all sweaty from my morning workout."
Waking up shortly after my morphine induced coma wore off notice immediately I was placed in a simulated hospital room that was connected to the simulated emergency where my shoulder was repaired…twice. Of course there was a television and music but I noticed three separate 'Confidential' files on my food tray. Each file pertained to one of the agents.I picked up the files, expecting to see the same information as the last time. Instead, I first noticed a sticky note on the front cover, 'Some light reading while you recover'. I opened the first file, Jeffrey's file. Upon opening, I noticed instantly unreleased police crime scene photographs.Upon opening the next file, I see this was Dennis's file. More crime scene photographs that have never been released to the public along with other documents. The last folder, by process of elimination was Gacy's. Same contents as the other tw
The room is perfectly silent, not a sound anywhere to be heard. Holly is gone, there's something across my feet. I sit up very slowly and try to will the sleepiness away. I find a hand written note on top of the set of clothes that has been placed every so neatly upon my feet.The note reads, "Remember your meeting is tomorrow at eight thirty. Take today to rest and prepare for tomorrow. Love, Holly."Today is the day before the Secretary of State comes and "tests" our knowledge and ability down here. It's not like this bitch is going to shut us down. I'll just shove her in one of the Agent's rooms and she'll be convinced.Disconnecting the IVs was the easy part, rolling out of the bed was the problem. I managed to stay on my feet as I planted the landing like an Olympic reject. Getting dressed wasn't too tough. My eye hurt and my shoulder hurt but that's
Back in our lair, I informed Holly and Mills of my next moves, "Listen up, I'm going to go call the President and let him know that Jeffrey Dahmer, aka The Milwaukee Monster, has passed away from an unknown illness. I'm going to ask the President what he would like me to do as a replacement. After all that is said and done, I'm going to get my old Sarge on the horn and see what we had to do to get him to come down here and hang with us, lead us. Any exception or suggestions to this?"Mills spoke up first, "Gregg, we don't need another leader. We want you to be the leader of this group. You can call your buddy, but know that when you call him you need to ask him to come join the team, not lead it."Holly followed with, "I understand what you're saying Gregg. I get it. You are our leader, no matter who you bring down here; you are the leader of K.U.N.T."I hugged both of them and a
Danny spent the night in medical so waking him with games and noises wasn't happening. Today was going to be the first true test of our skills down here. We go head to head with THE Susan Wilhelm. Its five o'clock in the morning, couldn't sleep, my nerves got the best of me throughout the night. "Wake up Danny." A gentle shove seemed appropriate.Danny sat straight up as if I were the monster in his nightmare he just couldn't seem to run fast enough to get away from. He looked literally like a large piece of shit that could breathe and talk. Little does he know, after Wilhelm falls, he will too, by my hands."Get to my office, you have three minutes." I instructed.He hadn't spoken a word to me, I didn't get a good morning, I didn't get a fuck you, nothing. That pissed me off the most. He was still trying t
I check the monitor looking into the Obama room early in the morning. Danny is sound asleep on his cot and to me that is unacceptable. I hit the alarm button for the Obama room only, the interior speakers. Never have I seen a grown man, athlete or not, jump as high as Danny did.The mike was open so I could whisper sweet nothings in his ear or bark orders, whatever I want to do. Danny can obviously tell that the mike is open, judging by his hand signals and confused look.I was just fucking with him but all I said was "Flush time. Sorry big bro, we have Wilhelm on her way down right now. You're an unneeded liability to the K.U.N.T. team down here."Didn't take my elder to understand that message as he frantically scanned the room for anything of merit to grasp on to or anything to keep the floor from opening up and swallowing him whole. There wasn't anything in that room to
Entering my office opened my eyes to the same exact mansion I was in when this bitch molested me. Three floors, eight bedrooms and three full bathrooms. Danny should be able to pinpoint the exact location and time Ms. Wilhelm will be in which area so we can go in and let B.T.K. and I have some fun."Holly, go wake up Danny for me please." I asked nicely.Holly exited my office without a word and hastily headed in the direction of the medical area. While she was out getting Danny, I pulled a jar out from my desk drawer. In said jar was Danny's pinkie in formaldehyde, which I placed as my center piece on my desk. Just to remind him who he was dealing with and how little I cared for him.I leaned back in my chair, the familiar squeak barking off like I expected, as I awaited my evil big brother to surface from the confines of the medical room. His face makes me throw up in my
As I rested in the bed lying on my back, I couldn't quite slip into that sleep state. I couldn't keep my mind from wondering and plotting our potential plan to get Wilhelm. I HAD to have Danny because I had a deep feeling that he and Susan were more than just acquaintances. I was very confident that he was fucking her, yeah she was old and decrepit but I just knew he was fucking her.People will fuck over anything, especially guys. You want power, find the powerful chick to fuck, you want money, find the rich chick and fuck her. It's really the most classic tale of treachery, kill the king but you gotta fuck the queen first.I jumped up out of bed, still in my boxers, hair all a mess, and proceeded towards Jeffrey's cell to check on my traitorous brother and his new found friend Jeffrey. My mind was racing, hoping that he had been slowly disassembled like a cheap G.I. Joe and eaten leisurely wh
Holly rolled in the advanced polygraph test machine we had. This machine was capable of not only capturing the change in pulse rate and anxiety during a false answer but it was also capable of detecting nonstandard eye movement or ticks on ones face during an untruthful answer. This machine also didn't require a yes or no answer, the response could be a paragraph if the tested wants to provide that much detail. The machine could remember and access all that information from weeks ago.Danny and I sat down at the metal table in the middle of the room. The presidential rooms were always used during poly tests because they had literally no stimuli at all. Once Holly set up the machine, she would leave the room too, can't be too safe.I took the finger pulse indicator and the chest bar pulse indicator and installed them appropriately. The retinal camera took very subtle changes but alignment wasn't hard
I don't know what the hell kind of shot Holly gave me but apparently I've been out for two full days. My body is stiff and rigid, as if rigor had begun to set in. My brain felt like it had just been poured out of a crusty ass frying pan after being scrambled for too long. I felt around on my body trying to identify any sore or damaged spots that still existed. To my surprise, my body was basically good as new.I inch my way out of bed, almost like the bed was applying resistance because it wanted me to stay longer. Every joint my body had was now cracking and popping like baby gun shots being fired off for no reason in rapid succession. Once on my feet, I do the usual hardcore stretch, neck, back and shoulder. Pop, pop, pop.There is a nice suit and clean under garments waiting for me, hanging nicely on the back of the door along with a manila folder. I head to the bathroom to shit,
I wake up to the television flashing a news story about four dead cops, three dead bodies in a house that was currently burning to the ground and a dozen witness accounts of four people on the scene "waging war on the neighborhood". The remote control was taped to one hand and my morphine drip taped to the other. I quickly tap the drip three times, feeling an instant gratifying rush of narcotics in my veins.I flip the television on with a quick flick of the wrist. Four dead officers, I used to be an officer. That could have been me on the side of the road, executed by a secret government agency out killing people to protect the political scheme of things.The randomness and spontaneity of the colors and pictures began to relax me instead of my normal anxiety overload. I zoned out, out from the television and the news. I zoned deep into my brain trying to understand why my life has boiled down to kil
The large plane came in for the landing with a resounding swoosh sound. As we touched down the compression of the shocks on the plane caused all of our necks to snap a little bit but Jeffrey was fine in the truck, actually it was kind of bouncy for him.As the plane came to rest on the tarmac, the cargo door was opened and the lights were shut off on our end of the strip. We would move out in silence, quickly but silently. We all three manned our vehicles and eased out of the plane. My Tahoe scrapped the tarmac hard as we exited, unsettling Jeffrey a bit. Our three trucks formed a convoy of pure fearful ass kicking power. We exited the practically abandoned air strip and proceeded towards Jeremy's house, about 12 miles away. We entered the highway nose to tail, exceeding one hundred miles per hour. I was the lead so my lights were flashing and the rest were blacked out, even their headli