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2024-10-29 19:42:56Today is the day, the Secretary of Defense for the President and rumored to be his Vice-President candidate for the upcoming election. All I know is her title and she is one of two people that knows and has direct input into this operation down here.
I've been instructed to call her Ms. Wilhelm but I couldn't care any less about it. I'll call her what I want, I'm not worried about it. I'm really not too concerned about her visit, obviously if there were an issue there's no way we are getting shut down. We are a necessary evil, something no one wants to know about but something everyone needs to preserve their innocence.
It's now eight in the morning; I'm still in bed with Holly, right by my side. Every time I feel her breath out and her breath hits me on the chest, it calms me that much more. Just knowing I'm down here with someone I know, I trust and I love.
My meeting isn't until ten
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The anticipation has somewhat worn off. My office is the only thing containing my mind, body and actions right now. My past is soon to meet my present again and no one knows how this meeting will impact the future. Regardless, I'm the captain down here and the government wants to meet, we'll meet.Mills is at his desk in full dress, awaiting the arrival of our "special" guest. Susan Wilhelm, Secretary of Defense, will be in this office in less than ten minutes. Holly is at her desk as well, I can't see her but I can picture how she looks. The Boss, oh The Boss, he is sitting at his desk, asleep. Seriously.The intercom speakers' crackle to life, Holly announces, "Mills to the motor pool, our guest has arrived."Mills hops up and enters the motor pool. The Secretary is almost up stairs and he is going to get her with our car and bring her down through the large elevator.&nbs
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The Boss approached in haste. His face showing nothing but fear and sincerity. This obviously had something to do with my "treatment" of the Secretary of Defense and what the consequences may be. Frankly though, I couldn't give less of a shit about it. I closed that door to my past; I sealed that memory shut; I erased it from my mind and allowed myself the right to selfishly remove her and her horrid actions from the deep dark hole in my brain it was housed in."Gregg, step into my office, Now!" This big black man was screaming and very aggressive. He stormed off into the confines of his office.I followed the blood trail I had created with that monster's blood until the shiny dark redness turned towards my office where the initial altercation began. I knocked hard, twice on The Boss's door. I didn't wait for a response and entered the fully prepared for a battle of sorts. What I saw was comple
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Seven a.m., the day of my first mission with this group. I didn't sleep well, my nerves were getting the best of my body causing me to toss and turn all night. I even got up at two a.m. and rubbed one out, the cure for a restless night, and that shit didn't even work.My mind is full of images of flaccid dicks and blood filled hearts being used as props in a weird fetish sex show. What's a man to do? You can't un-see certain things, no matter how hard you try. No one else had seen what I had seen; it made life a little more difficult for me because it affected only me.Anyways, we'll just add that to the "Fucked up things that happened to Gregg Burnsfield" list and move on. I pop two Xanaxs and get dressed in some relaxing black basketball shorts and a fresh grey wife beater. Holly, of course, is still sleeping.She is curled up like a puppy, face pointing down and knees co
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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
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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
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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,
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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
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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
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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
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