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.