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 coming up, almost making contact with her nose. Looks very uncomfortable but she makes anything look cute as hell. Her hair is all over, like an explosion had occurred on her scalp sending the ends of each hair into frenzy and landing anywhere they could.
The sling I had been wearing for the past couple of days needed to be removed. It was cumbersome and restrictive. My mind said that my body couldn't accomplish this mission with my left arm in a sling so I removed it very gingerly. My left arm hadn't moved in three days, it was very stiff and achy.
I entered the bathroom to examine the damage and to take a Percocet to dull the pain. The wound really appeared to have healed rather quickly but the pain inside was indicative of structural damage. Raising my left arm directly above my head, I rotated it in a circular manner. Gingerly, I tried to complete my first rotation, as the first one was completed with a few grimaces; I realized that it wasn't that bad.
My shoulder gave out a few clicks very go round but nothing that really concerned me, nothing that would prevent me from leading this group tonight. Exiting the bathroom, I grab the folder for our unlucky cocksucker, examining every detail once more to refresh my brain and make sure I know it all. If we get into a position of conflict or flight, I need to be able to know with ninety-nine percent certainty that he is going to run left and not right, punch or slap, scream or cry. The file tells me all the answers.
Before exiting the room, I grab my inside the pants holster and install it on my right hip. I tighten my basketball shorts as tight as I can get them before I put my service weapon in there; ensure a tight fit for the pistol and the shorts. On my left side I insert my extra magazine holder and install two fourteen round magazines into the slots with comforting clicks.
A nice grey Redskins cap completes the cozy uniform I was wearing today before the mission. I need to go check on Jeffrey and head into the range to make sure my weapon skills are still up to snuff.
Entering the Agent's area, I see Gacy passed out, naked, on his back. The man still had a damn erection, impossible in my mind. To my right, Rader is also sleeping on his bed in the same awkward manner as always, hands under his head and his right foot over top of his left. Finally, Jeffrey's room, which was always the easiest for me to check into because of its normality. Jeffrey was working on a sketch, Konkon's sketch. The bowl of blood he had collected from the body was being used to accentuate certain features on the drawing, his head and penis.
I knock on the plexi-glass to get Jeffrey's attention. He turns his head slowly and smiles giving me a friendly wave. I point to my watch and raise up five fingers, signaling to him that we would be flying out in five hours. Jeffrey nods in acknowledgement and then brings the picture of Konkon to me at the glass.
Jeffrey's face was lit up like it was Christmas time he had just gotten every gift he asked for. I examined the picture, diving deep into the details. Jeffrey was an excellent artist, portraying every aspect of Konkon's body after the organ removals. After scanning the picture and noting every nasty thing about it, I notice the closet is open again.
Jeffrey runs over to the closet when he sees that I have noticed it. He reaches in and pulls out the removed flesh of Konkon's body. He had uses string to stitch up every incision he had made and apparently he sacrificed all of his pillows to get the filling out and stuff it into the skin suit he had made.
At first glance, the skin appeared to be a real person, just missing certain required parts, like a head. Jeffrey had stuff as much cotton he could get in there to "bring Konkon back to life". The skin was very clean, judging by the blood on Jeffrey's face he had licked it clean after performing his sewing mastery.
Suddenly, Jeffrey pulled his penis out and flipped the Konkon doll over. It still had an active and working rectum; in which Jeffrey stuffed his hard dick. He pumped in and out at a speed I had never seen before. It was very…odd to watch but I did just that, I watched.
After finishing, Jeffrey cleaned himself up and hung the Sex doll back in the closet, saving it for later use of course. He laid down on the bed in the fetal position almost appearing to suck his thumb. A nap would do him good right now, save his energy for tonight.
Heading towards my office, everyone is busy and active preparing for tonight. I didn't bother to stop them with any petty conversation. Google map has provided the layout for the area, I place stars and names where the roads need to be blocked and where Jeffrey and I will be parked. I then place a big X on the primary entry point of the home. The secondary is obviously going to be the front door; I hope that doesn't have to happen.
All the research I have on the occupants of the home do indicate that all three people will be active and inhabiting the home during the abduction. If we are found in the process of breaking in or abducting the boy, we will have to then abduct the rest of the house. I don't want to have to do that. Silent and planned out, success with minimal casualties.
We will board the plane in about an hour and a half, the cars are ready, the tools and weapons are packed. Everyone is resting except for me. I continue to run through the facts and steps of the mission. I constantly run through the worst case and best case scenarios for this mission. Planning for the worst but hoping for the best is my philosophy. Preparing for a battle, even when a fight isn't evident is a great way to stay on your toes.
Three trucks, four people, eight bags of supplies and a large cargo plane; that's all we needed to accomplish this mission. I wake Jeffrey and escort him to the motorcade after having him clean off his face and dress in the black jeans, hoodie and gloves I supplied for him. He walked with me, unrestrained and very casually. I think he likes me but damn I find it very hard to like him, you know, with the dead penis eating and all.
Holly, Mills and I each drive our respective cars straight to the air strip. We pass directly through the guarded gates to end the cargo hold that our plane is located in. The cars are equipped with a sensor that alerts the guards and the gate of our presence and grants instant access to whatever we need. The metal cargo hold is merely a large metal hut with a front and back door.
The plane is fueled and ready for flight, we just need the cargo bay open on the aft end of the plane.
I radio to Mills, "Find the fuck that is taking so long with the bay please."
"I'm on it Gregg." Mills exits his vehicle and proceeds to the front of the plane. I see him motion to the pilots in the cabin to pop the cargo door open so we can load up. Then he stormed off back to his vehicle. "Alright Gregg, it'll be just a second, I think the two pilots are sixty-nining each other."
"Roger that Mills. I could go for a goo sixty-nine right about now. Holly? You there sweetie?" I giggled way too much.
"Yes you big retard, I'm here. If we execute this mission like I think we are, I'll sixty-nine the shit out of you. Shit I'll even let you be on top for the sixty-nice, just don't choke me to death!" She belts out a loud laugh, probably at the shear mental image she knew we all just got.
I look over at Jeffrey, he has yet to even flinch, "You alright buddy? You good?"
"Yes sir. I'm just trying to harness my naughty side for the events to come." He begins to rub his crotch area.
I react quickly, "Whoa, don't rub too much; cum stains don't come out of black clothes easily."
Just then, the cargo door opens on the plane we all back our trucks into the plane, exit the vehicles and secure them down with the provided military grade straps just in case we hit some turbulence. Jeffrey sat tight in the front seat of my truck the entire time; never flinching, not even once.
Mills, Holly and I all take our seats on the port side of the plane and try to relax before we get this going. I hand them each a yellow scored pill and instruct them to take it. It was a Xanax, Holly knew but Mills didn't. I didn't want anyone freaking out in the middle of the mission and jeopardizing my life or the actual mission itself.
As the plane pulls out and begins its approach for takeoff, the cars begin to get a touch unsettled. I look over at Holly and suddenly her face gets very panicked.
She jumps up and steps towards her car, "Fuck I left mine in drive; I don't think the straps are going to be enough to hold it in place."
Just then her left front wheel strap pops and sends the front of her Tahoe into the back of Mills Escalade. The damage is minimal but the mistake is something that should and could have been avoided.
I motioned Holly over as Mills secures her vehicle, "Are you ok? Can you handle this? We can't afford any mistakes, large or small. We can't have a vehicle out of place during the mission, we can't have a person out of place during the mission, and we can't afford an error. Can you handle this?"
She leans in, getting right in my face, "I got it Gregg, I assumed the strap would hold the Tahoe. I fucked up. I got it."
I leaned in to kiss her but she jerked her body away. This was a high tension, high pressure situation we were going into. No worries, I had it all committed to memory and all planned out perfectly. Execution is all that needs to happen and we will be home by breakfast the next day.
The rest of the plane ride was silent. Jeffrey stayed in the car and Mills and Holly sat in silence, one asleep and one pouting. I couldn't rest; my anticipation level was too high. I checked my weapons, checked them again and then I checked them one more time.
We all had our own way of dealing with the stress of the job and the weight of our minds. Let's get this done so we can go home and get back to normal. Now it's game time. Now it's time to make that money.