Saturday May 12

2:40 pm

Sorry I left you hanging, I had something I had to take care of. Besides, it increases readership. When we left off we were trying to figure out if Zulu’s grandson was right or left handed. When Zulu Jr, the big bad enforcer, failed to answer promptly I instructed D to remove the pointer finger of the boy’s right hand, odds are he was right handed, 90% of the population is. That threat alone was enough to wake Jr Zulu from his funk and dial his father into the conversation. There were of course the usual threats from Zulu, until he heard his grandson, Z3, whimpering in the background. Once I had his undivided attention, and I really think we did, I told Zulu I wanted Yankee back. He was mine to dispose of as I see fit and they took him from me. There was a lot of silence while Zulu was undoubtedly trying to work out a way that this could play out to his advantage. I didn’t give him the chance. I added that I would be keeping Z3 until I had what I wanted and if anything happened to me, they would receive parts of him for the next year, all the while my associate would be keeping him alive and in extreme misery. We would provide daily recordings of the misery. I think they got that visual because he agreed to meet me and exchange his grandson for Yankee. Nope, not that simple. This was going to require an act of faith…. on Zulu’s part. I am not going to release his grandson until I make sure I can exit the meeting with all of my parts still attached.

Hesitation again. I sighed and pulled my phone from my pocket and sent a quick text. I heard a ping across the line and an audible intake of breath and then some less than flattering curses that I think were aimed at us. Shame. Old Zulu fathered a daughter out of wedlock 23 years ago and no one was supposed to know about her. I’m not no one. The snapshot I sent was quite striking with his daughter sound asleep in her bed, cute little doggy next to her. You know the Rage wanted to take the dog but, in the end, he settled for a trip to Waffle House, extra syrup. And hash browns, although not as good as the Rage makes, they’ll do.

I think Zulu understood that we were not there to play. We agreed that he would bring Yankee to me at a place of my choosing in one day. Once we agreed to the meeting, I told Jr that I needed to wipe the CCTV footage of my visit and I walked to his computer and worked my magic. The footage was erased and, I might have added just a bit of extra code. An extra 1 or 0 never hurt anyone…. right?

Time to prep for a night op.

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