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 goals set forth very quickly.
Mills is at his desk; he looks at his watch as I enter the main area, "Perfect timing…" He notices my choice of attire, "James Bond."
"Mills, don't give me any shit, I have a plan. We need to appeal to the eye and then swoop in and scoop up the targets. Punch me in the chest. Don't be a pussy, punch me in the chest." I was daring him to do it, he had to punch me in my chest and maybe break a knuckle on my half inch trauma plate.
Mills stood to his feet, dressed in all black, drew his arm back and due to my extremely slow reflexes, punched me directly in the gut. He knew what I was trying to do. All air escaped my body as I gasped to attempt to keep it in, "Such a pussy. You really thought I was going to hit that plate huh?"
All I can do is cough and attempt to steady my breathing as my lungs and stomach begin to gather oxygen again, "Let's…go."
We enter the garage side by side. I grab the keys for the Escalade. The elevator ride to the top seemed to take forever, sadness was clearly on Mills' mind. I click the purple button to drop the front of the shelter and head towards town.
It's Friday night, dark and very few people are sitting in their home eagerly awaiting the work week to start again. Of those very few, we will find our elderly woman and I believe the rest of the people out I can find us a nice soft skinned, dark haired teenage Philippine boy.
I maintain the slowest speed I can without being too conspicuous as Mills scans the populated city for little dark haired men.
"Mills, we need to find a gay bar!" I shout out.
With an aha look on his face Mills replies, "I knew you were a faggot."
I lightly smirk and look at him, "No retard, that's where we're going to find our little dark haired boy."
Mills replies, "Turn left up here and stop at the forth door on the right."
I laugh so loud, "Wow, you didn't have to think too long for that one did you."
I pulled the Escalade up to the curb, kill the lights and remove the picture of Konerak from the file. We exit on to the sidewalk and head straight towards the door.
Standing in front of the building is a special gentleman. He is outfitted with a tall rainbow faux hawk, a black fishnet shirt with the nipples cut out and some jean shorts that are cut off so high that I think a testicle could easily pop out.
His socks were the best part, vertical rainbow stripes bright enough to almost induce a seizure. This guy also had a huge sucker in his mouth and when he yanked it out, some of his dick sucking spit speckled my face.
"Escuze me, Escuze me you manly menz, you gosta check in wit me. I gonna fwisk ya wit ma soft handz." Ok, so this is what a gay bar's door man is like.
Mills leans in towards me, "I'm gonna kill this guy just for fun."
I pop him in the chest and tell the doorman, "Listen good sir, I have a wad of cash and a wad of cum, both of which will be blown tonight. Now invite me in or I'll blow my wads on the hundreds of other social bars around her."
The doorman flicks his hair with his hand, "Oh sweetie, escuze me, yous may enter." He slaps Mills ass as he passes.
"What the…!" I stop Mills before he totally gives us away.
The gayness in this place was very overwhelming. If you've never seen two grown men making out in leather chaps and vests then you haven't seen it ALL.
Mills whispers to me, "I'm pretty sure they have a back room or something that has some possible illegal activity going on."
I approach the bartender, finally a normal looking person. This guy had on a button up shirt and a tie, as we approached him, the speedo kinda classed with his professional upper attire.
Mills spoke first, "What's up dude? Where can we find a little side action around here?" Mills pointed at his nose as if he were implying that he wanted some cocaine.
"Mmm, you want some nose candies honey? You want some dick too big boy? I know nothing of the sortz, wanna drink and some dick, you're cute as a twelve year old boys ass." The bartender spoke too much.
I interject, "Ok, now we're getting somewhere. Listen, I do want a little boy's twelve year old ass, as a matter of fact. I don't need coke to do it through. Where can I score a youngin' that wants to fuck and suck?" I slide the bartender a hundred dollar bill.
He discreetly points towards a door in the back, it's covered with rainbows and outlined in black. Mills and I hang to the perimeter, scanning the room for potential Dahmer meat as we head towards the rainbow room.
The door handle has some sort of sticky film on it, of course I knew it was cum but my mind made me believe it was some sort of disinfectant as I wiped it on the wall next to the door.
I knocked and entered the room, not waiting for a response. Mills and I act drunk as fuck once we get into the room, making sure not to set off any alarms with the inhabitants.
I start us off, "Howdy doddy boyz, I just spokes with the barman, yummy, and he :hiccup: pointed me to this rainbow area back here. I want some fucking kid ass; I want it in my mouth and on my dickz now. Help me out guyz, I gots money. I gots lots of its."
Mills is scanning the room the entire time I'm trying my best to act drunk and gay, probably violated every stereotype there ever was about homosexuals. Mills nudges me and informs me to look at my 9 o'clock.
Low and behold, a young Philippine kid, sitting on a bar stool get sucked off by a man that could easily be a senator or Congress official. The boy notices us noticing him and he instantly tries to flee. Our little buddy got out the back door before he was tripped up trying to get his skinny jeans pulled up over his little aroused penis.
Mills stood guard at the back door in case someone wanted to try to come claim this kid. I injected him with some sleepy serum so he could easily be carried off and placed in the Escalade. Once the little one was placed in the trunk area, I bound him and gagged him. We still had one more person to get tonight.
I turned to Mills, "See that shit was easy!"
Mills turns to me, "Yeah because you're a good actor, seemed natural for you. You're taking a poly test when we get back."
Alright, I start the truck and proceed out to the main road. We need a neighborhood, and a house with the lights on.
This is going to be the harder of the two tasks to accomplish tonight.
As we're driving I spot an off the road cul-de-sac and turn in. I park the truck and turn all the lights off. Mills pulls out two tactical masks that fully conceal out eyes and some surgeon's gloves so we can avoid leaving prints.
Mills instructs, "Make sure you double layer, they rip easily."
Once we are prepped, we exit the vehicle and walk on the run off side of the road. There are two houses that have the lights on in the inside. One house has a nicely prepped landscaping job and a PT Cruiser in the driveway. The other has a Camaro in the driveway and grass as tall as a small child.
We both acknowledge the house with the PT Cruiser and proceed through the street, dodging the glare of the street lights. As we approach the door, motion lights activate completely exposing us. I dive over on the drive on the non-lit side of the PT Cruiser and Mills sprints to a corner of the house directly below the motion light.
Mills pulls out a pair of snips and takes care of the light for us. I approach the door and ring the bell. Mills stays hidden just to make sure we don't appear too intimidating.
Loud and clear I shout, "Police! Anyone at home? We received a distress call from this address, if you do not respond we will enter by any means necessary.
The red wooden door creaks open as an elderly woman peers out.
"Good evening ma'am, is everything ok? DO you need assistance?" I show her my badge with my name and shield.
She replies, "No sweetie, everything is fine here."
"Well, it's our protocol to enter the home and clear it just in case there is a man behind you right now with a gun on you. I'm sure you understand." I tried to remain calm even in the face of a victim I was going to abduct and use as a play toy for a serial killer.
She agrees and undoes the chain on the door. I enter the home, beige carpet, white walls, very distinct old person smell. The woman appears to be about sixty-two or so.
"Are you alone in the home?" I asked.
"Yes sir, it's been me all alone since my son died in '82" She explained.
I am sympathetic to that, "Ma'am I'm sorry about that. Do you mind showing me around?"
Once she turns her back, I grab her by the neck in a half nelson. I had the syringe ready for her until she elbowed me in the soft spot of my vest. She took off down the hall, where unknowingly, she grabbed a little .22 pistol.
I remained hidden from her and waited it out. Mills was laughing and laughing outside. The little old lady turned the corner aiming the miniature pistol at every inanimate object in the room. She approached my location and I jumped out, took her to the ground and incidentally set off her pistol, right into my left shoulder.
"God damn it, Mills! Enough is enough, get in here!" I was yelling because of the pain not because I couldn't handle the old lady.
Mills enters the room at last, injects the woman and carries her frail, limp body to the trunk of the waiting Escalade. I slowly pull my body up from the ground, careful to not drip blood on the any of the house treatments and wiping down everything I may have touched.
I grab her small pistol and the spent shell she used. When I picked the shell up it was slightly stuck to the carpet, it had melted to the carpet. I took out my pocket knife and cut that section of the carpet out to make sure no matches or signs of a gun or DNA occurred during the city cops investigation.
I stagger towards the front door and suddenly I remember Rader likes to take an ornament from the victim's home. I see a three inch tall little girl with short blonde hair and rosy cheeks. I snatch that off the counter and clear the dust to not show the imprint of the figurine I had taken.
I stumble my way to the truck and gingerly climb into the passenger side. No whining from this guy though, not in front of Mills. My arm was completely dead, nothing left in it. I can feel the tiny .22 caliber bullet in between my shoulder and my arm bones. It's really freaking me out.
Mills hands me a piece of rope and says, "Lean over to me. Oh, and this is going to hurt like fuck so don't be a big bitch or I'm going to drop you off at the gay bar again."
I cringe so bad in pain as he practically tears my arm from my body as tight as the rope was. This will slow the bleeding and keep you from moving it around too much. He also handed me a pill, he said it was a Demerol. I took it dry and next thing I know my door is opening and Mills is carrying me into the main area of the building.
My arm was so cold, so white. The circulation had been cut purposely but I feared it was for too long. Jesus, I already have a huge gut, I can't be a one armed fatty. At least it wasn't jerkin' arm.
Mills rushes me directly to a sterile room, on the cold metal exam table. Holly enters the room in tears already. The rope is cut off and my jacket and shirt are removed with the same surgical scissors.
The bleeding had stopped and the wound didn't really look that bad. Mills put on some gloves and Holly grabbed the tools. Mills put a wooden stick in my mouth as he sprayed the area with thick burst of isopropyl. The wooden stick suffered a few notches on that one.
Next came some locale numbing shots, not too bad. Finally, the forceps entered the perfect circle of a hole and squeezed between my shoulder and arm bones. Mills clamped down and I almost rolled right off the table. He reset and I tried to mentally prepare myself for what was about to happen, again. He entered the .22 caliber hole, clamped the bullet with the forceps and proceeded to dislodge it from the valley it created inside my body and in between my bones.
Pain, hurt, suffering aren't sufficient adjectives or verbs to describe what my mind and body felt. However, once the bullet was removed, my arm began to regain a good amount of functionality. The bullet must have been wedged between the rotator cuff in my shoulder, eliminating a bunch of the movement I had before it entered my body. Holly stepped in to stitch me up and just have some alone time with me.
"Mission accomplished, baby girl." I quietly murmur. The pain was under control, relaxation was attempting to overcome my body.
"You did very good Gregg. Excellent job!" She was very proud of me. I received a particularly wet kiss on the forehead from her. I tried to reach up and grab her and move her mouth down to my lips but my body was too run down.
Mills gathered our two presents from the trunk and put each in a presidential room until I could regain my strength and deliver them myself to the agents. I particularly was proud of the find for Jeffrey; he was going to be delighted. Off to sleep we go.