Target's Name: Bill Wright
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Bill is a sick son of a bitch who finds joy in beating his wife and kid within an inch of their lives. For him this is some kind of high, a joyous routine if you will.
Every third day of the week his wife, Amber checks into the local hospital for broken bones, torn ligaments, sprained ankles, what have you. You name it I'm telling you she's had it all. Not too long ago she checked in for a torn retina. She claimed she was being a "regular cults". The girls and I think to differ. We waited to see if there was anything else going on before we decided to reach out to Amber and give her our offer.
Waiting for there to be another "accident", Ana, Bill's 6 year old daughter came in for a broken left leg and left arm. Bill said it was from her riding her bike, but looking at that poor child she had other bruises that looked as if they were hidden behind makeup on her arms and neck.
After discovering this, Athena instructed the girls to pick up Bill that very night. Deja and Ferma along with a male worker named Mike, followed Bill home after little Ana was taken care of. Bill dropped Ana off at home and left for his late night scum bag drink at Mullins, a bar near his house that's open 24/7.
Mike was sent in the bar with Ferma to get Bill. Deja is the designated driver in the pickup situations so she stayed in the car. Her and the "animals" don't mix too well so she decided to drive permanently.
It took only 45 minutes and Mike along with Ferma came stumbling out of the bar laughing as they lured Bill towards the black BMW. "That's what I was saying..hey, hey..hey baby you are so..so foinneee. You wanna take a ride on my bike?" Bill drunkenly asked Ferma. "You so crazy," Ferma said, forcing a laugh while holding Bill up on his left side as Mike did on his right.
"Hey bud we got you a Uber," Mike said fighting the look of disgust that was surfacing on his face. Mike was abused by both his mother and father as a young boy. They would tag-team him with anything and everything they had in hand. It didn't matter if it was a broomstick or a bag of nickels. If they could reach it then they would use it.
Looking at this pathetic, disgusting excuse of a man he was carrying, Mike couldn't help but think of Ana. Ana is two years older than his little sister Emily was when she died.
Thinking about Ana, Mike found himself daydreaming of his baby sister. His mom was upset with Emily when she kept wetting the bed. So she decided to take her food and water away and make her sit in her room until she stopped wetting the bed. Emily went without food for almost a month. She died on the 18th night without food and water.
"Aye where-where-where we taking this party baby?" Bill asked Ferma as her and Mike shoved him into the back of the BMW. "Hell," Ferma smiled sweetly, slamming the door afterward. Ferma and Mike hurried into the car so that Deja could lock the doors. Ferma taking the passenger seat and Mike sitting in the back with the pathetic shell of a man Bill. "What are you doing?? Where are you taking me?" Bill cried as Deja locked the doors.
"What do you think?" Ferma asked Deja referring to the terrified drunk man shaking beside Mike. "They're all animals, what is there to think besides that?" Deja responded while keeping her ahead of her as she started the car. Deja is a woman of very few words, she doesn't talk too much but when she does LISTEN. It could be a warning or wisdom, she never wastes her words.
"Hey sunshine," Ferma called sarcastically. "Where are you taking me?!" Bill yelled. "I told you-Mike is this dude deaf? I told you guys I'm not dealing with any deaf guys after the last one," Ferma said rolling her eyes. "What was wrong with the last one?" Mike
asked with a smile plastered across his face, already knowing what she was going to say.
"He kept throwing up gang signs at me. So I asked him what his set was. And he couldn't tell me. The little girls' lung that he collapsed had died and her mother didn't want revenge so I just shot him up…In random parts of his body of course," Ferma said making a gun with her fingers and pointed them at Bill. "He chocked on his own blood as they filled up his lungs," she finished looking Bill straight in the eye.
"Knock knock Bill," Ferma smiled. "Who..w-who's there?" Bill shook. "Justice," she said before Mike knocked Bill clean out. "That was cool man we should do that with all of them from now on," Mike beamed. "Where do you come up with stuff like that?" He asked. "You know, they just come to me in the moment. It just felt right for some reason," Ferma smiled, turning back around in her seat.