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, shower and shave, all of which go off without a hitch. As I was shaving with my electric razor, I gazed in the mirror and noticed something very important about myself. I looked like shit, like when a president takes office and he looks all clean and relaxed but then their term ends and they look like a set of UFC fighters passed through their office on a weekly basis for four years.
No matter, as long as Holly is happy with me, I certainly didn't give two shits about it. Exiting the bathroom, I grab the suit and folder off the hanger. My stomach wasn't prepared for the folder part so I put on my wife beater and boxer briefs. The black socks were a nice touch to go with my perfectly seamed black dress pants. The grey button up shirt was comforting, until I slowly tucked it into my trousers, hitting a few of the pellet wounds. I slipped the black jacket on and left the tie off, I call it business casual.
Slipping on my shoes as I opened the door proved easier than I expected. The corridor was oddly quiet and dark, darker than I expected. This place always creped me out when it was dark or quiet, but now it was both. I clutched the shit out of that manila folder, still not looking into it. I wanted to get to my office and sit down so I could examine the contents of the folder and maintain a business attitude about it.
As I turned left and headed towards my office I was constantly feeling as if something or someone was right behind me, tickling the hairs on my neck with their deep deliberate exhales. My mind took it to another level as I heard my name whispered, so vague and quiet but constant and eerie.
My pace quickened but I went right by my empty office, right through the empty main area and straight to the agent's cells. Gacy, Jeffrey and Rader were all three resting my utmost surprise. I had never seen Gacy sleep, ever. Something odd is going on but until I know, I head back towards my office to review this folder.
Upon entering my office and switching on the lights, my eyes fight for focus due to my long trip in the darkness. My chair, gorgeous black leather, squeaks as I sit softly in it. The leather practically sucks my body in like a nice fitting glove. One of the things I hate most in life is the little red string on the manila folders. You have to unwind it and criss cross it all over the place, so infuriating.
There are many, many papers inside this folder, each one containing a very specific detail about some super-secret covert mission that we will execute on some fourteen year old kid that barely has pubes because he typed in the word "bomb" on Google. My sarcasm and frustration should be noted by you, the reader, and examined by our faceless shrink.
I'm not one to go sheet by sheet so I pulled all of them out at once and spread them out accordingly. What I saw was very surprising to me. Holly had taken quite a few provocative photos of herself, very erotic. Not once did she show her pussy, I like it like that. The less you see the more interesting and attractive the picture can be.
The cover letter said, "Each picture is numbered because I know your dumb ass just spread them all over your desk".
Indeed, the photos did have numbers in the top left corner, number one was Holly fully clothed in a school teacher outfit with her black hair up in a bun and glasses on her face. By the time I got to the thirty fifth photograph Holly was fully nude with her arm folded across her nipples and the other hand with two fingers covering the lips of her vagina. Her hair was down and flipped to the side and her glasses were nowhere to be seen.
The last page said, "I'm in the bed, wanna learn something from a badass teacher?"
Of course, being the curious person that I am, I left my office and headed to my room. I really wanted to see what she had to teach me, I wasn't going just to have sex. However, as soon I opened the door, I changed my mind. The huge bulge in the front of my pants indicated that.
The door creaked as I opened it slowly, trying to sneak my way in and surprise my pretend teacher for the day. No such luck, Holly was on all fours with her long black draped over her right shoulder and panties pulled slightly to left, revealing some of her pussy for my viewing pleasure. Her skin was so smooth and defect free, the perfect body. Not too toned up but nothing at all was trying hang too low or wobble to and fro.
I smiled and sarcastically call out, "All this for me?"
Holly lowers her upper body to the bed, leaving that ass and pussy up in the air, "Come and get it!"
I approached as if I were a super famous porn star, instead of being a three pump chump. I literally tore her panties from her body and proceeded to work my oral talents on her wet sensitive area. With every lick there was a moan, with ever finger there was a groan. Holly quickly drew to climax before I had even done anything with my dick. I'm a pleaser, what can I say?
After she made the pillow top king into a water bed, she rolled over and unzipped my pants. My dick was waiting to pop out and flex its muscle, which it did. I had been practicing holding out, not letting blowjobs get me all worked up. My practice times were getting better and I knew I could finally prove to her that her blowjobs were not the end all be all.
"Practice makes perfect" or so I thought, after three minutes she had a mouth full of cum and my knees were quivering like a little kid hiding under a bed in the dark. Unreal, Holly had an amazing gift.
After we both came there really was no reason to have traditional sex, I laid back in the bed and she half straddled me. We fell asleep like newborn babies after a fresh warm bottle of breast milk. Of course though you know something has to happen right? This can't just be a badass sex scene and move on to the next page.
After about fifteen minutes of pure exhausted sleep, we were both awakened by a very bright tactical light. It was Mills and he appeared to be very worked up.
"Get the fuck up and get dressed you guys, The Boss is in trouble!" Mills yelled.
He turned to exit the room and abruptly stopped at the doorway, "Bring the key card Gregg."
I was halfway dressed by the time he got to the door, I knew this was serious. Mills had lost his entire team, now was not the time for jokes.
Grabbing my side arm and making sure Holly was good to go, we all three proceeded to The Boss's office. Peering in through the window, we could see much, too dark. I tried the door but it was barricaded shut to either keep him in or keep us out, either way it was working.
"Boss, can I come in and talk to you buddy? I have some questions about the mission we just went on. You ok?" I shouted through a very slight crack in the door.
The Boss replied, "Fuck you fuck all you. I'm done; I'm not fit for this small blue and green world anymore."
Mills stopped me as I was about to shout back words of encouragement, ��He just said green, he never says green. In my training we had safe words in case we ever became over run or we were in a situation that could jeopardize the entire team. Someone's in there with him."
"Mills, how am I just hearing about this now? Remember when all of you were held captive? That information could have helped me out!" I yelled, more of a panic yell.
I yelled out instructions, "Holly, go check on our little serial killers and make sure all three are accountable and still sleeping. Stay there." Holly took off to survey the sleeping agents.
"Alright Mills, let's get a flash bang in there…no, wait. Do we have a camera scope so we can look in and see something? Being blind in this situation is not ideal." I needed a lot more information before we could try to rescue The Boss.
Mills took off towards the supply cabinets to grab the scope. While he was retrieving it I placed my ear against the glass to The Boss's office. I could hear two distinct voices, one was The Boss and the other was definitely a male but I didn't identify who it was.
Mills returned, scope in hand, "Alright Gregg, let's do this." He handed me the scope, I was going to insert it in the bottom of the door and hopefully the two people were standing so I could at least assess the level of threat going on.
The screen powered up just as I slid the scope under the door. I started all the way on the far right aiming in towards The Boss's desk and I swept slowly to the left back and forth trying to capture a view of something. I could see a hand, a black hand, chances are that was The Boss seated at his desk being attacked from behind.
I looked away from the screen for the slightest of seconds and suddenly I see The Boss rise up from his chair with an arm wrapped around his neck. Then threat's face was yet to be revealed but it was only a matter of time. I didn't see any weapons at all but the right hand of the threat was still buried deep behind The Boss.
"Gregg? Can you hear me Gregg?" The Boss called out.
"Yes sir, I got you loud and clear Sir."
The Boss began to weep a little, I didn't know if it was an emotional weep or a physical cry, "Well, it turns out Gregg, your brother that died in Vietnam didn't actually die in Vietnam."
"What!? What are you talking about Boss? My brother is in there holding you hostage for what? How did he get in here and what the fuck did you do to him to make his want to fucking kill you?" I calmly shouted out, hoping my brother would respond if I didn't really acknowledge his presence.
"Gregg, my little delicate brother, I was here on an interview and then I found out you were down here in charge of things and I just kinda lost it. This man was talking some real shit about you and he really shouldn't have done that." Danny spoke out, it was calming to know he was alive, that I had family again but he was down here terrorizing my boss.
I call out to Danny, "Big bro, I need to see my boss. It's an emergency. Just let me see him so I know he is ok and then show me both of your hands so I know you aren't really hurting him. Can you do that for me Danny?"
The blinds flew open to The Boss's main window. We could all see in as my scraggily, filthy brother held The Boss very close, making a head shot very risky. They were both sweating profusely, almost panting due to the adrenaline and anxiety in the room.
It was definitely my brother though. There was no doubting it. I would remember that face forever, he hadn't really aged that bad but the beard and wild hair made his appear even older than he was.
I motioned to Mills to slide to the right enough so he was out of sight but could still take a shot if we need to. Holly slowly returned from her post in the agent's hallway. Danny hadn't seen her yet, she was going to have to be the one to take the shot if we got that far.
Suddenly, I dropped to my knees, making Danny think someone was out here and they had just injured me. While on the ground and out of sight, I pulled out my pen and grabbed a piece of cardboard trash on the floor. I wrote, "Holly, get a rifle from the cabinet and prepare to fire on my brother. Something is wrong here. He isn't here for an interview; I think something is going on. This could possibly be retaliation for my treatment of Ms. Wilhelm.
I crumpled up the cardboard and slid it across the floor to Holly. She concurred and prepped for battle. I stood back up and rubbed my knee, showing my brother that I had some sort of problem here but nothing crucial.
Danny looked concerned, "You alright brother? Have they been mistreating you here?"
I smiled, "Danny of course not. I finally belong somewhere. I finally have a solid purpose with my life. Don't come down here trying to fuck everything up. How's Susan doing?"
"Susan? Jesus, you are a smart motherfucker. That didn't take you long to figure out what's going on here. I volunteered for this assignment. I came alone and I was going to destroy each and every one of you. The promotion I'm going to get when I erase all of you is insane, seven figures insane!" Danny actually sounded excited and proud of what he was doing. He literally had no idea what I was capable of.
I pulled out my cell phone and text Mills further instructions as Holly set up in the deepest darkest corner with a clean shot, "You think we can release all the agents in there and they won't hurt The Boss?"
Mills read the text instantly and shook his head no. He actually shook it so hard that it was more of a "NO FUCKING WAY" kinda deal. I turned back to face my brother only to see his weapon of choice. In his right hand he held a nine inch fixed blade hunting knife. The tip of the knife was already about a half inch deep in The Boss's back.
"Gregg, did you really think you could get away with physically and mentally destroying someone so high up on the food chain? Jesus Christ brother." The Boss's face cringed in pain with ever murmur from my brother's mouth.
"Did she tell you about how she held me captive in her home and molested me every night until I escaped? Do you know about that shit!?" Now I was pissed. I was becoming more out of control with every flicker of pain that ran across The Boss's face.
Danny's face dropped, "What happened? She molested you? Well, apparently I didn't get that piece of the puzzle little bro."
I explained in a calm voice, "Yeah, she had tapes of little boys she "found" and in said tapes; she molested them and raped them. Of course some of the kids liked it but she reminded me of Mom too much Danny. We have A LOT to talk about. Take the knife out of my Boss's back and come out here. I've got nothing but time."
Danny was calculating everything in his mind, the look was obvious. He was whispering in The Boss's ear, we couldn't tell what he was saying. Danny slowly pulled the blade from The Boss's back and sheathed it.
"Ok, now we're making some progress. Can you please unblock the door so my Boss can get some medical attention? I need you to stay in the room until he is fully clear and taken care of." I explained.
Danny walked slowly to the door, pulled back a small wooden desk and a large combination safe from the door. He then stepped back and kicked my boos in the ass to get him in gear and out of the door. Upon The Boss's exit, I motioned Mills to take him to the infirmary and treat his back.
Holly maintained her position in the darkness, scope affixed to my estranged brother's head. I entered the office very slowly, no weapons on me, no need to worry in my mind. I sat in the visitor's chair while Danny sat in The Boss's chair. We sat and stared at one another, in disbelief or just to stare, who knows?
My big brother that was supposed to be dead, killed in a senseless war, was somehow brought back to life as one of my arch enemies cohorts. This sounds more like an old school comic book than it does real life.
While we were having our impromptu staring contest my mind wondered over to what he was thinking. He worked for Ms. Wilhelm and obviously she was trying to secretly pull the plug on us without the President's permission. He was an agent of hers sent down to clean us out and make us disappear. Wilhelm needs to be removed from the earth, disappear without a trace so we can continue to do this confusing job that I am basically in charge of.
I start out the conversation, "Danny, what are we going to do here? I have lots of shit I need to get taken care of before the day is out, are we done here? There's only two options, you kill us all, which is impossible or you join us and help me take down that bitch forever. What's it gonna be?"
"Little Brother, I had no idea who she really was, I didn't know she did that to you. Where was mom and how about Andrew?" Danny inquired; he wasn't present for the suicide and homicide that occurred at our house that night.
"Mom killed herself when she found out you were killed in action, she blew her brains out right in front of me. Andrew came home later that night and proceeded to put me down, beat me and make me clean up all the fluids that had leaked from our mom all over his floor. I killed him that day; I've been on my own ever since." I smiled as I concluded the story because I am a sucker for happy endings.
Danny's face was sulking now; the realization that he had left me absent to deal with that much was overwhelming to him. He opened his mouth and his throat clicked, he tried to speak numerous times but nothing came of it. His mouth eventually shut as he blinked tear after tear, hating himself for every second that he left me there.
I put my hand up and motioned Holly into the office, "Sweetie, this is Danny, my older brother. Danny, this is Holly, my best friend, my girl, my future wife."
They exchanged pleasantries and kept ground from one another. Holly was still holding her AR-15 and Danny still had his blade and whatever else he had on him.
I tell Holly, "Please bring me any and all information on Ms. Wilhelm for the past two weeks and the next two weeks. I want to know everything, especially anything ritualistic in her daily activities."
"Danny now is the time to lay the cards on the table brother. I need the knife and any other weapons you may have on you and I need to know everything she instructed you. If you do not comply, I'll have to feed you to Gacy, John Wayne Gacy, the serial killer, AKA POGO the clown." I think he was catching what I was throwing right now.
Danny leaned to the side as he unhooked his sheath from his thin black belt. He placed the knife on the middle of the table and wept uncontrollably for the next fifteen minutes. Of course, I sat patiently but I still had my guard up just in case he was really brain washed right now.
Eventually, Holly, Danny and I stepped out of The Boss's office and went to the Obama room to work out the details of what Ms. Wilhelm had planned.