Thursday November 9

8:45 pm

Luckily for me, not so much for him, Bravo drives a Jeep Wrangler which doesn’t have hood locks so I was able to loosen one of his battery cables. I parked my transport next to his vehicle and waited around the back of the parking lot behind his work to await my opportunity. Bravo parks all the way in the back of the lot to avoid other cars scratching his paint. I really appreciate the consideration because he made my job a lot easier. Bravo came out and got behind the wheel and went to start the Jeep and nothing. I looked around the parking lot and there was no one within critical distance so I walked up to my car, backpack over my shoulder like everyone else getting off work. “Hey man, do you need a jump, I have some cables in the back?” Bravo looked over at me and nodded yes, “Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it.” I pulled the cables out of the back of my car, leaving the tailgate open, and told him to go hook up to his battery. When he opened his hood and had his back to me, I hit him with the stun gun and he hit the ground like a sack of potatoes. I quickly pulled him into the back of the transport, threw the cables in and shut the tailgate. I closed the hood of the Jeep and we were out of the parking lot within 45 seconds and on our way to the ops center. It is close enough to the grab site that I didn’t need restraints for the short ride over, the stun gun would keep him down long enough.

Half an hour later I heard the chains rattling and walked into the guest suite to see Bravo is now fully awake. He is chained down to all four corners of the table, gag in place with wild eyes flying all over the room. I don’t want to hear a word out of him, what’s he going to say anyway, “I didn’t do it, I didn’t mean it, BS, BS, BS. When I walk in he stops thrashing and stares at me intently, his whole body shaking. I have installed a mirror on the ceiling so Bravo can see himself and what I am doing and what I am about to do. I walk over to my tools and start picking them up one at a time, closely studying them for effect. I have scalpels, bone saws, a torch, screwdrivers and other assorted hand tools, a piece of chainsaw chain (that one is just for effect because it looks scary as hell and you can imagine what they are thinking I am going to do with it). Bravo is watching me with horror filled eyes, and he starts grunting something unintelligible. I raise a single finger to my lips to get him to stop and he starts flailing about even more. I smile and walk over to him and backhand him across the face as hard as I can, all the while imagining him striking that girl in the same manner last night. God that felt awesome, the rage coming fully awake now, filling every crevice within me. I lean down to his ear and he stills with the proximity “that was for the girl last night, fucker”. Bravo’s eyes grow huge and he starts mumbling wildly, obviously trying to negotiate his way out of this dead end he pulled down. “You don’t even know why you are here, it has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with you. 2 days ago you were on the highway, driving under the speed limit in the left lane.” I can tell he is starting to remember by the look in his eyes, recognition taking root. “Instead of moving aside like a normal, courteous human being, you brake checked me and then had the audacity to flip me the bird.” I picked up his right hand and extended his middle finger out and then I grabbed the bone saw and cut it off. It wasn’t easy to hold his hand still but that just made the process more enjoyable. Bravo is now screaming through the gag with tears running down his face as I release his hand, blood flowing out the severed appendage. I hold the finger in front of his eyes and he stills. “You’re right, it feels really good flipping the bird” and I toss his severed finger over my shoulder for effect. Don’t roll your eyes at me, that one is on the rage. I grabbed the torch and burned the stump where his bird used to nest to stop the bleeding some, it won’t do for him to bleed out just yet. Not until he has some time to think and to know what is coming. I then turn and walk out the door and close it behind me. I can hear some muffled grunts from within as I head to my work station.

Serenity, peace, calmness comes pouring into my core as I sit back at the computer bank in the main room. For the first time in as long as I can remember, the rage is calm, I don’t feel it lurking right under my skin. I feel….good. I know that can’t be a good thing but that is the way I am, I didn’t choose to be like this, to feel like this. Since I was young, I always felt like I was in fast forward. I process information very quickly and my mind is constantly moving, thoughts flying around a thousand miles an hour. I’m pretty sure this is why it pisses me off so bad when people drive like they do. When people are talking to me, I am already 3 steps ahead in the conversation and I am silently urging the speaker to hurry up and get to the point. Now though, I feel like I am focused, like all those thoughts stay in the background like white noise and I can see a clear path through the haze. I found my purpose.

An hour later, I walked back into the guest suite, grabbed the scalpel, slit Bravo’s throat and then I watched him bleed out.