Sunday January 27, 2019

3:35 pm

While the Rage might be an all powerful being, the master of his domain, so to speak, I am not. I’m just a guy trying to make the right decisions for my family and for all of you. I told you my reservations about D and his young lady being involved in our latest gig, but I let him make his own decision. He is a man after all, at least in the eyes of the world. To me, he is the scared boy that I found on one of my missions and he is mine to protect. His lady was injured during our last mission and now he is beside himself with guilt, blaming himself. I have met the young lady a number of times and I can tell you that D might feel like he was making the decision for her, but he wasn’t. She is just as strong of a person as he is and I guess that is where the attraction came from, it certainly worked that way with my lady and I. She will be fine and is in good hands, but I am also feeling a little bit of guilt for not putting my foot down. In the end, I have to let him grow up and just be there if he needs me when things go straight to hell, which they often do.

You know that was a segway if ever there was one so I bring us back to Frank, the bully. Frank isn’t feeling too well right about now and will be coughing his last breath out in a very short period of time. Several of his men will suffer the same fate, but when you throw your lot in with the likes of Frank, you get what’s coming to you. Frank somehow was affected with a very virulent strain of avian bird flu and, fortunately, there is no cure for this strain, at least for Frank. Not that Frank would have sought the help of any medical professionals anyway, he prides himself on being self sufficient. I hope that carries over to grave digging because they are going to need several dug over the next few days. I also hacked the satellite phone he was using to communicate to members outside the camp so no one knows what is happening there. If they ever show up at the camp, they will only find a tragic scene.

Speaking of tragic scene, you didn’t think I forgot about Edward did you? Nope, he earned himself a housecall from the Rage for his rude response to my very helpful email. I couldn’t pull D from his lady’s side so the Rage and I went solo, old school style. You know me so well…. Face punch time! I really appreciate that guy with the big brown truck loaning me his extra uniform. One empty box and a clip board later and we were knocking on Edward’s door. When he opened it up to accept his package, bam, right in the kisser. Down goes one wanna be conductor. The Rage remembered the rude response to the very nice email we sent so he stepped on his balls on the way into the house.   

We had Edward all secure to his dining room chair, arm strapped down onto the table, gag firmly in place before he started coming to. When he finally did come to, it took a few seconds for him to realize just how high the pile of shit was that he found himself in. I just sat there with a huge smile on my masked face and waited for it to turn to utter fear. It only took a few seconds when he noticed the piece of wire with 2 wooden handles that I was holding. You know the Rage loves animals, he likes to watch vet shows on Nat Geo. There was one episode where the vet was trimming an antler off of a reindeer using an apparatus called giggly wire. He loved the name so you know he was hooked. It’s actually a pretty simple rig made up of braided wire, pretty thin, with wooden handles on each side to grip it. You pull the wire from either side of the bone you want to cut off and the friction of the wire cauterizes the wound at the same time it cuts through the bone. We dig efficiency. You know who doesn’t, Edward. Hey, we tried to tell him….

Once that was over and the Rage got a snack, we let Edward know that we were not a fan of his return email and we strongly urged him to change his ways. Both in the way he drives and in his correspondence. People tend to read their own tone into the written word and we certainly took offense to his. Hopefully he will change his ways, if not, we still have 9 more lessons to teach. I just pray we won’t have to electrify his taint like we did with Uniform. I’m trying to unsee that image and having remarkably little success.

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