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 mouth just a little bit because it reminds me that we are kin. Soon enough he will be dead and Susan Wilhelm will be taken care of too.
I shouted out to Mills, "Mills, can you bring me Rader? I want him in on this meeting."
Mills replied, "Yes sir, let me get that access card."
Mills came in and took the card as I said, "No shackles or any restraints."
He nodded and laughed as he walked out heading towards the agent's rooms. I want to have Rader in here with no restraints and Danny in here with a wounded arm, just to have that shadow of doubt that some deadly could happen in here and I would sit and let it happen.
Holly approached with a very disconcerting look on her face as she guided my idiot brother to the office. I pulled my gun out and laid it on the desk, dead center, to show him that I couldn't care even a little less if I tried. This place down here is kind of like my society, my own universe and I'm God. I could blow his head off and no one could or would touch me.
"Here's your dick head brother." Holly slammed him down in the chair that had no cushion, just an old wooden chair and the only thing it is good at is causing the early signs of hemorrhoids.
Danny opened his mouth with a grin, "You got a fine piece of ass right there bro. I would eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from."
Holly slapped him in the back of the head as he continued to laugh at himself.
"So Danny, how's the pinkie…oh wait, it was removed. Should we continue on with the other nine digits?" I stared after I said this because the look on his face while he stopped laughing and started realizing how serious things were was priceless.
I smiled at Holly as I asked, "Can you go check on Mills and make sure Rader isn't giving him any trouble please?"
She turned quickly and strutted away; I couldn't help but watch her ass bounce from side to side. Danny tried to speak a couple of times during the ass bouncing but I didn't acknowledge. That girl has a bad ass body and she's into me, things maybe aren't as bad as they seem.
Back to reality, "Alright Danny, I need you to get me and Mr. Rader in that house. Plain and simple. This is our second mission, our first was rocky but it got done. This one needs to be air tight, AIR TIGHT!"
Danny leaned back in his chair as if to imply he had some sort of power in this discussion, "Well baby bro, I'm choosing to not help or participate with this little super-secret mission."
Perfect timing, Mills enters the room with the B.T.K. killer just as my adorable big brother has just put his foot down. The look on Danny's face was even better than the last one. Terror, I've finally seen unbridled horrifying terror on someone's face.
I call out to Danny, "Don't be rude big brother, and meet Dennis, aka the B.T.K. Stand up, shake his hand."
Mills stepped out of the doorway as Rader towered over a still sitting in his own shit Danny, "My name is Dennis, what's yours?"
Danny stood to his feet; his knees were literally knocking together as he wobbled. He sent out his uninjured hand to test the waters. The shaking was so bad Dennis could barely grab his hand to properly shake it. "M-m-my my names D-d-ddanny, my name is Danny."
Dennis wasn't done with Danny's hand yet as he brought in his free hand and began examining the top of Danny's. Gently stroking the hairs around the perimeter and actually triggering goose bumps on the surface of his skin. As soon as Dennis moaned out loud Danny yanked his hand back and put it under his thigh.
I interrupt their intense erotic situation, "Gentlemen, Now that we are all acquainted, we need to get down to business. You and Dennis are going to be the entry team. Your role, Danny, is to guide Dennis to Wilhelm without arousing suspicion or having Dennis become discovered."
Danny blasts out, "How the fuck am I supposed to bring a "dead" serial killer that specifically enjoys the company of old ladies into Susan's home without him being detected?"
"Did I say detected? Did I say that? I thought I said discovered. He can be seen by everyone and their perverted little molested brother for all I care, but they WILL NOT recognize Dennis Rader as the B.T.K." I explained with a hint of sarcasm in my voice.
"How am I supposed to do this Gregg? Explain to me how I can accomplish this." Danny was obviously flustered and not thinking clearly.
I stood from my chair, placed my hand on my service weapon that was still sitting on my desk aiming at Danny and said, "We have all the blueprints here, you have all the movement knowledge in your head and she trusts you. It's actually pretty simple Danny. You will call her and tell her the job is complete, you will return to her with Dennis, you will get in the house and guide Dennis far enough so that he can execute his part, clear?"
Looking dejected Danny replied, "Well when you say it like that…but what if I get caught or this monster can't control himself. What if…"
"What if my guy can't control himself?! Serious?! Do you know how much discipline it takes to become and commit to being a legitimate serial killer?!" I barked very loudly at the audacity of his of his insinuations.
I calmly explained, "This is the plan, verbally, you will need to explain the plan and make it an actionable report for MY team to execute and make back up plans and accommodations in the case that things go sour. Or you can choose death right now, either way."
Dennis chimed in with, "I just want to let you guys know, I'm excited."
"Dennis, you're the man for the job. I'm excited for you." I smiled and reached out to shake his hand.
Dennis looked very confused, "No, I'm physically excited. Look at my penis; it's hard as a rock. I've got to get back to my cell so I can trace it at its full size and add it to my collection."
"Mills! Can you please come and escort Mr. Rader back to his room. It's urgent!" I like to keep all the people I'm around as happy as possible.
Mills took Dennis out as Holly strutted back into the office, "Holly, dear, can you please take pinkie here and put him in the Obama room? Also, where the hell is Councilor Champ?"
Holly nodded her head and replied, "Gregg, I had Councilor Champ clean up one of the presidential rooms, if you get my drift." She pan mimed the accidental pushing of a the flush button and what his reaction would be, both her arms were in the air, she looked like she had lost it or was just having the time of her life.
Danny's face, even more priceless than the two times before that. He had finally come to the realization that he was trapped down here with people that had all lost their minds. To him, we were the crazy ones but to us he was the traitorous backstabber. Holly and I laughed as Danny stood to be escorted back to his room. The message was not missed by him about the flusher that he would be sleeping on top of.
I yelled out, "Sleep tight big brother, no sudden movements!"