Thursday March 15

1:55 pm

 

I might need a vacation, I have been busy. The night op was hugely successful. Romeo didn’t have any webcams so I stopped by her place to install some of my cameras. Her kids are cute but she doesn’t clean house worth a damn. While I was there I installed my spyware on her laptop to see what she is all about. I was on my way to huff and puff and blow the trio away so I couldn’t dwell. We will be back, there’s no hurry. Besides, the Rage ate the last of Romeo’s candy bars so we left.

 

The trio wouldn’t be so lucky that we would leave. I pulled a trick from my dark past and whipped up a batch of sleeping gas. It really isn’t difficult and my local grocery store and Home Depot had all the necessary ingredients. Since there were 3, our own hat trick, we were going to convert their dump into the ops center. It is isolated enough that no one will hear the screams, which is a very good thing because this choir sings quite off tune. Worse than the Rage at Karaoke.

 

We want to know who controls these idiots, they certainly don’t possess the brain power to order lunch let alone orchestrate an international trafficking ring. There are 3 of them and one is the leader of the group. He identified himself by mouthing off at us, hurling threats, curses, and insults. The Rage was offended…. So he got a needle and thread and sewed his mouth shut. Thankfully our momma insisted we take Home Economics when we were in high school. The Rage can iron, sew, and cook when he is feeling the motivation. I’m pretty sure dickless #1 doesn’t appreciate the skill set. When I asked the other 2, they said they were thoroughly impressed. Actually, they didn’t say anything but I take the urinating on themselves as their appreciation for the Rage’s skills.

 

Tough guys pride themselves on the fact that they can take a beating, pain, or whatever you throw at them. The trick to getting them to crack is not to inflict pain or harm on them, but make them responsible for the pain and harm that is being inflicted on someone else because of them. Case in point. I asked dickless #2 who their boss is, who put them up to jacking that beautiful young girl. He put on his tough guy persona and clammed up. The Rage grabbed his blow torch and made sure dickless #1 was truly dickless. Thankfully we had sewed his mouth shut because even then the grunts and muffled screams were still ear busting. I turned Britney up and repeated the question to dickless #3. When he hesitated, the Rage got his hammer drill (that big sucker that drills through concrete) and placed the bit at dickless #2’s bits. That seemed to loosen the tongue and helped identify the weak link in the chain. #2 didn’t appreciate #3’s loose lips and was giving him the business…..so we hit the power button on the drill and we made #2 true to his dickless name, just like his buddy.

 

After securing duct tape over the big fat mouth of #2, #3 was all too happy to give a great video confession to everything he knows about the group. Unfortunately, he only knew who was above him in the food chain so the Rage and I would be making another house call. While we appreciated #3’s candor, he still laid his filthy hands on precious children and there’s just no coming back from that. We removed his hands as well as the other’s. Don’t worry, we burned the stumps with the blow torch to stop the bleeding. Our friends at the FBI will want to speak with the dumbass trio. And no, I’m not worried. I wore a disguise. What I didn’t realize before the Rage took those hands off is how the heck am I supposed to tie them up now with no hands to stop the rope. No problem, I ad libbed. I removed the interior door handles in the house, they don’t have hands, how are they gonna open them…… I cuffed their legs together just in case.

Wednesday March 14

5:10 pm

 

People often debate which form of death would be the worst. I have seen, and maybe caused, more than my fair share and what I have learned is it really doesn’t matter how you die. It’s gonna happen and unless your heart stops when you are asleep, it’s likely going to suck. The question that you should be asking is what form of living is the worst. I have an answer for that one unfortunately. Living life as a slave. You may think this was a thing of the past, we beat it down and life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness prevailed. You couldn’t be any more wrong. There are millions upon millions of people throughout the world that are living every day as a slave. Most of them were forced into slavery, some sold into it by those that were supposed to protect them. I read a statistic that somewhere between 4 and 5 million women and children are forced into sexual slavery. It really doesn’t matter how you die, it matters how you live.

 

I bring up the topic because the Rage and I have crossed paths with some of those that think it is a good idea to snatch innocent people out of their lives and sell them into a living hell. The Rage knows a thing or two about living hell and feels it only fair to repay these individuals. You all know our disdain for pedophiles, those sick fuckers are just plain wired wrong. I imagine it is quite like sexual preference, they are just born with this proclivity. The difference between these bottom dwellers and traffickers is that the later does it for money. Pure and simple greed. It is one of the 7 deadly sins for a reason and the Rage is going to make a case to make greed deadly sin #1!

 

We found a team of traffickers that carjacked a young lady. There were 3 of them and they got their car in front of hers and when the way was clear, they slammed on their brakes and the car behind bumped into them. Before the girl knew what was happening, 2 of the dickless trio closed on her car, guns at the ready. The girl was pulled out and stuffed into the back with dickless #1 while dickless #2 drove her car behind the lead car. The entire exchange took less than 20 seconds. They drove straight to a sea port and the girl was loaded onto a ship which set sail less than an hour later. In less time than it takes to watch the latest movie at your local theater, this girl was ripped from her life and would have lived the rest of her days in tortuous misery. Thankfully, we were there. The authorities have the info on the ship and will return this lucky girl to her family, unlike the millions of others who never get that chance.

 

Speaking of never getting another chance, the Rage has the dickless trio’s address.

 

Night op.

Tuesday March 13

FBI Headquarters

1:55 pm

 

Nikki was in Rob’s office going over the intel that the techs were able to pull from the satellite footage Simon provided and found the same car Simon found earlier in one more abduction site and a second vehicle at the other three. She was just about to break off and send Simon an update when one of their task force members came to Rob’s door and informed them that a young lady had just been carjacked a short distance south of Savannah. Nikki quickly took all the location information and called Simon with the encrypted phone he left with her when he left Monday morning. Rob still carries the phone he found at Nikki’s when she was abducted but Simon wanted Nikki to have a line to him as well, just in case. Neither phone could be used to trace his location, but Simon knew his old coworkers had ways of hearing what they wanted to hear so it was agreed they would keep the calls to a bare minimum. Since time was a definite factor, Nikki called and relayed the location to Simon. He was only a half hour from the abduction site, but they both figured where they were taking the girl, the Port of Savannah.

 

Nikki was already requesting information on all of the ships in the Port and their ultimate destination ports. She purposely didn’t share the BOLO on the car they suspect the unsubs are currently using because they didn’t want anyone to spook them. Simon planned to head directly to the Port and see if he could find the vehicle himself. They all know this is a large operation but they need a thread to pull and this is their very best shot at figuring out who and what they are dealing with.

 

Nikki and Rob continued working the data that the techs had given them, all the while trying not to worry about Simon. An hour and half later, Simon’s email notification sounded and Nikki took her first full breath since she hung up with him. She steadied those emotions and opened his email:

 

“Dear Butterfly,

 

I found them. I secured a satellite tracker to the ship, it is heading to the Ukraine. I have attached the tracker info to the email so you can hand it off to Interpol. I had to let them load the girl onto the ship or all we would have is the abduction crew and we need the bosses. See if Interpol can wait a day before they take the ship so we can figure out who all is involved here domestically. They won’t hurt the girl because she is a valuable commodity. Ask them to disable any communication equipment on the ship before they take it so they don’t have a chance to alert anyone here or in the Ukraine. It doesn’t do us much good if we only take out half of this operation, they’ll just start up again with another crew.

 

Tell McShay to have the field team set up in Savannah, I am tailing the vehicle now and I will need a day to do what I do and find out who is involved. I am sure they are set up here locally. Your team can’t be involved until I have finished. Tell him to keep my phone ready.

 

It was so hard leaving you Nikki, but look at the difference we can make. We will find out who is behind this and we will stop them. I’m glad you decided to stay. Be safe Butterfly, I love you.

 

Simon”

Monday March 12

5:45 pm

 

Q&A: It’s been awhile. Let’s see, I have been asked which animal would I choose to be. Since the Rage is not classified as animal, I can’t use him but you know he would be my first choice. If I had to choose I would say a Rhino. Can you imagine anything bigger and badder than a pissed off Rhino, I wouldn’t want to find out. I thought about being a shark of course, but if someone would have fed Echo to me….ewww. Rhino, that’s my story and I’m sticking with it. Saying that, I just watched a special on Nat Geo Wild and the honey badger is also a bad mofo! I might have to give this more thought.

 

I had probably the best weekend I have had in close to a decade. My heart was full of love, I see signs of spring all around me and I was just happy. That was until Romeo came along and fucked it all up. I was on a mission before she came along and for me to change focus like that, it takes some doing. Let me explain what creating your own personal suicide plan looks like. Find the Rage and be a dick. That’s pretty much all it takes and you are on your way to the darkness, stopping along the way to visit pain and misery of course. They love company.

 

My impatience in the car is always there, but when I am on a mission, it’s 10 times worse. I was trying to get somewhere this afternoon and I had already driven most of the day so I was ready to let the Rage out anyway. We have already established that using electronics while driving is a definite no no, but what about other distractions? It really doesn’t matter what the cause, if you lose your focus on driving properly someone may die and that someone may be you. I saw a lady today that put not only everyone on the road, but herself and her two kids in jeopardy as she was paying more attention to them in the back seat than everyone on the road in front of her. Or the stop light in front of her which was what caught our attention. It turned green and everyone else started forward but she was too busy turned half way in the back seat swatting at her kids. I bumped the horn to let her know I wouldn’t mind actually leaving the light today and she ignored me. That’s one way to play it I guess. I hit my surveillance gear and decided a side trip was in order.

 

We barely made it through the light before it changed again. I followed her for about 10 minutes and she pulled into a grocery store. Perfect. If you want to observe what kind of parent a person is, watch them in public with their bratty kids and see how they react. I already had suspicions due to Romeo’s stellar performance on the road but I followed nonetheless. Ironic that Romeo is a girl but get over it, it’s the next name on my phonetic alphabet list.

 

It only took to the 2nd aisle they walked down before she hauled off and slapped one of the kids across the face. I turned around and left the store before the Rage could voice his displeasure. We will be letting her know we didn’t appreciate that.

Sunday March 11

Nikki’s Townhouse

3:55 pm

 

Nikki and Simon had been working most of the day. Nikki had a large map of the country hung on a whiteboard she keeps in her home office and she had pinned the location of all of the Jacker victims. The victims were taken from Wilmington, North Carolina down to Savannah, Georgia. All cities with, or close to sea ports. Nikki was busy cross referencing ships, shipping companies, and destination ports. Simon was busy with his satellite program and if Nikki thought he looked good wearing nothing but his devastating smile, he was smoking hot sitting behind his computer, fingers flying around and a look of total concentration on his face. As she was staring at him, a smile started playing across his face and it morphed into a huge grin. He leaned back just then and caught Nikki starting at him. His grin grew even bigger then and he stood up, walked over and laid a kiss on her that had her thinking of breaking a few laws of her own. When he finally pulled away and Nikki was trying to remember her own name, he said,

 

“I found them Nikki”, still staring into her eyes with that look that made her stomach do funny things. After a few seconds when her brain reengaged she looked up at him,

 

“What, you found them? Where?” Simon smiled back at her and continued,

 

“I found the same car around two of the abduction scenes. I figured it had to be a 2 or 3 man team. One drives the car and one or two handle the car jacking. 3 would make the most sense. That means someone is driving the vehicle stalking their victims. I was able to pull video around 2 of the scenes and I found the same car. The plates are stolen and I have only processed 2 of the abduction scenes so far. They may be using the same car for the other abductions or not. I have pulled the satellite footage from the other scenes, do you think your people can process those and see if they can pull security and traffic footage from each area to find the same car or maybe another one that shows up in multiple locations?”

 

Nikki smiled and shook her head. “How come we don’t have tools like this at the FBI?” Simon smiled a half smile,

 

“It isn’t exactly legal to aim spy satellites at the United States. I also didn’t exactly come about this data accidentally if you know what I mean. If the public knew their own country is spying on them, it doesn’t exactly inspire confidence in the government. Privacy or use in criminal investigations, it’s a slippery slope. Can you imagine what a stalker could do with live streaming satellite imagery? Regardless, the least amount of people that even know this satellite imagery exists the better. You said you had some dedicated resources to your task force, can we trust them to keep this inside the group? I mean INSIDE. If the wrong people in the government find out that someone has been accessing this data” He shook his head in thought before continuing, “I don’t need that kind of shadow following me around.”

 

Nikki mulled that over for several long moments and she remembered what Simon said in his blog about a series of events arising to allow him to retire. She thought back to the story of how his wife was killed and she also studied the scar on the left side of his face and it finally made sense. He faked his own death when his wife was killed so he could get out of whatever agency he was working with.

 

She assured him she would make sure they kept it inside and she called Rob and updated him. Everyone, except Nikki, agreed that Simon should head south to be their asset on the ground until he could pin down a better location for the jackers. Nikki was mad because she just got him back and now he was leaving again. Maybe she would need to do some field work.

Saturday March 10b

Nikki’s Townhouse

6:34 pm

 

Nikki was laying in her bed with her eyes closed feeling as relaxed as she ever had in her life. Simon had fed her an amazing lunch. The Rage showed Nikki exactly what he can do when his focus is on something other than horrible drivers, and she just got out of a long hot bath. A smile started playing along her lips as she smelled a familiar scent and felt the bed dip at the bottom. Large, strong hangs gently picked up her right foot and started massaging it. Nikki was startled by a loud moan and when she realized it had come from her, she started giggling. Simon’s low chuckle had her eyes fluttering open and goosebumps running up and down her legs. Those magnificent hands switched over to her left foot as Simon stared into her eyes with a look no man had ever given her before. In that moment, she felt something shift inside her. She crawled up on her knees in front of Simon and with her heart slamming against her ribs she put one hand on either side of his face and looked deeply into his eyes,

 

“I love you Simon” she lowered her lips to his and when they met it felt like she was in the eye of a hurricane. In that moment, the whole world was swirling around them a thousand miles an hour but at the same time it was just Nikki and Simon, and love. Tomorrow she could try and figure out what this means for her life, but tonight it was just the two of them. No unsubs, stalkers, car jackers or human traffickers. It was just a man and woman in love and since this was the first time Nikki had experienced these feelings she just wanted to enjoy it. Tomorrow they could solve the world’s problems.

Saturday March 10

Nikki’s Townhouse

1:15 pm

 

Nikki had spent the morning in the office and was on her way home. She ate a bowl of cereal several hours earlier and she was starving. She pulled into her garage and once the door was down she got out of her car and as she got close to the door leading into her kitchen she smelled something. Something was cooking and it smelled awesome. A huge smile overtook her face and she almost tore the door off the hinges on the way into the house. Before she could even turn the corner a deep voice called out, “Hello Butterfly”. Nikki played it cool….for about 2 seconds, and then dropped everything she had carried into the house in a pile on the floor and ran straight into Simon’s arms.

Friday March 9

4:15 pm

 

I checked the cameras at Papa’s and for some strange reason, it looks like his parents are staying at his house now, wonder why? His parents sure seem to be pissed at him. I wonder if it is because after being forcefully evicted from the home they lived in for the last 27 years, Papa’s….Papa received an email explaining how his son has been stalking an innocent girl and that I run an anti-stalking campaign that has brought down all this fury onto Papa for his transgressions. While the Rage is quite a deterrent, there is no fury like a pissed off momma. Since Papa has his hands full for now, we get to focus all of our attention on Quebec.

 

There was just no use arguing, I sat back and let the Rage use his new whip. I wasn’t kidding, he is remarkable with that sucker. Every time it made the big Crack, he was giggling like crazy. He got so good at the end, he could make the crack at the same time Britney hit a big note. “You want to drive a Lamborghini, crack sip martini’s, crack look hot in a bikini CRACK!

 

With breaks, it took 17 hours for Quebec to be deported back to hell, Canada didn’t want him any longer. We now have a body to dispose of and one of the biggest douchebags ever created to still deal with, what to do, what to do…… I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t want you to stop reading but Kevin made me promise I wouldn’t kill Papa before he would agree to let me help. Do you see why his lady snapped him right up, quality guy all the way. No problem for us though.

 

An anonymous call was made to the officers who responded to the invisible snake call at Papa’s, not his biggest fans, and they were informed that someone walking their dog saw some blood on the back of his trunk in the driveway. Since they already had a dose of Papa and didn’t like him any better than we did, the officers responded enthusiastically. You won’t believe it, Papa actually had a body in the trunk of his car. They found a whip that had both his DNA and the dead body’s on it. We had pulled some hairs and latent prints while we were in Papa’s house so we made sure the officers had an air tight case. The officers looked as excited as the Rage when he gets a new hammer as they escorted Papa to the station to begin the end of his life in prison. I am not sure if we should give Papa’s parents back their house, they did spawn that turd. What do you my loyal readers think?

 

Don’t fuck with those that Simon cares about. New rule #1! Rule #2 is still move the fuck over, I suggest you don’t forget that one either…. Now I have to log back into my Amazon account and get a new whip. I might as well bite the bullet and sign up for the Prime, shipping is costing me a fortune replacing and adding toys for the Rage.

Thursday March 8

11:15 am

 

As expected, the police arrived at Papa’s house to find nothing. By the time they left, they were looking at Papa like he was the leading suspect in every unsolved case they had. Papa, as you might imagine, has quite an ego so this wasn’t sitting well with him at all. So, he jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. He replied to my email and I am not sure I like his attitude:

 

“You are still too much of a pussy to meet me. I bet you are a little bitch who likes to suck cock! I will fucking kill you when I see you asshole.

 

3 day old road kill”

 

I couldn’t say for sure, but I am pretty sure he is not a reader or a fan of the Rage. There was an unfortunate error at Papa’s parent’s mortgage company and a sheriff’s deputy is on his way to their house with an eviction notice.

 

You didn’t think I forgot about the dog killer Quebec did you? Certainly not, I just needed some more information. First thing we did though was get with Kevin and he found that poor lady a puppy that didn’t have a home and might have been euthanized. I bought a nice leash and collar and put a piece of Simon stationary with the following note in a package for the dog. I tied the beast to the front railing, rang the bell and dove in the bushes like I was 10 again playing ding dong ditch.

 

“Dear dog lady, I saw what happened to your dog the other day and I am so sorry for your loss. A friend of mine works for PETA and found this puppy who has no home. Would you be kind enough to raise this dog? If you contact the veterinarian that is on the business card in the envelope, he will take care of your puppy for free…for life. His office received a generous grant with very specific instructions to take care of your dog. I will make sure the person who took your beloved from you will pay for his sins. Be well and thank you for helping to save this puppy.

 

Simon”

 

Let’s meet the ass boil known as Quebec. There are several warrants out for his arrest, no wonder he was speeding down the road. Apparently, Quebec is quite the burglar, among other not so nice traits. He is 32 and has spent 8 years in prison already and is currently on parole. I think it only fair that we save the good taxpayers the expense of any more court proceedings and incarceration fees on Quebec’s behalf don’t you? Obviously, rehabilitation is not working. The trick was finding the slippery little fucker. He obviously is not staying at his known residence since there are warrants out. I wouldn’t have stayed there if you paid me but that is beside the point. Oh no, what are we going to do to find him…. Thankfully, most criminals are not Mensa members. I cross referenced all his known associates and found 2. Both frequented the same bar according to their credit card statements. Guess where Quebec hangs out….

 

He comes staggering out of the bar about 1:30 am and is walking toward his car. I was standing next to his car looking like I was peeing on his tire. That woke him from his stupor somewhat so when he comes charging at me like a drunk bull, I ducked the ridiculous haymaker he threw at my head and hit him with a nice uppercut. I wore my brass knuckles, I had forgotten how much fun they were until Kilo reminded us. He went down like a sack of spuds. I never get tired of seeing that. All that bravado and ego reduced to a quivering pile of human jello. Ok, human might be a stretch. We loaded up tomorrow’s refuse and headed back to the ops center to tuck him in. There was no chocolate on his pillow. I just can’t get good help. I did notice that the Rage has chocolate on the corner of his mouth though…

Wednesday March 7

FBI Headquarters

10:35 am

 

Nikki had spent the last 2 days and most of the morning pouring through the Jacker files when the familiar Jaws theme sounded from her phone.

 

“Dear Butterfly,

 

I am so glad you decided to stay with the FBI, I know that is where your passion is. You are an excellent agent and the Bureau, and the rest of the country, is lucky to have you. It is somewhat surprising about their attitude toward me, but I am sure when they are closing high profile cases, it doesn’t matter. I would hope some of that attitude came from the fact that those that meet Simon truly deserved to. Regardless, I would welcome any chance to spend time with you and to be able to make a real difference while doing so is very appealing.  I will help you in any way that I can…. until someone tries to use us for their own personal goals. I have worked for this corporation before and you know how that ended. Until then, what’s our first case boss?

 

I hope this means you will be able to join me in the “field” once in awhile. If I have to drive back and forth to Virginia to see you, how many people’s lives will be in jeopardy???  Send me what you can and I will get started. I have been perfecting the software I developed to find Bernard and I think we can probably use it to get some leads on the new case.

 

I miss you more each day and I hope I can get wrapped up here so I can come see you. Be safe Butterfly, I love you.

 

Simon”

 

Nikki was sitting there with a smile on her face rereading the email when Rob walked by the door to her office. He stopped and studied Nikki for a few seconds and then he leaned his head in her office,

 

“He’s in?” Nikki looked up quickly, startled, and seeing the understanding look in Rob’s eyes,

 

“He’s in. I’m sending him the case file and locations now. He says he has been refining the program that allowed him to find Bernard so maybe we can get some more info on these unsubs.” Rob nodded and gave a half smile as he continued down the hall to his office.