Thursday May 10

5:55 pm

Organized crime, or quite literally the systematic approach for fucking people over. It’s been around for centuries in many different formats and called by many different names; rebellion, dictatorship, we’ve already discussed gangs, and then there is the good old-fashioned mafia. There are drug cartels, international traffickers (the ones we haven’t come across yet) and then there is the group that Yankee screwed over when he sent them the stolen data from the bank breaches. We may have altered it slightly before letting Yankee get his mitts on it. This is the scariest of the bunch, this group of organized criminals is also known as local law enforcement. You heard that right, a group of cops that are dirty, and I mean filthy! I’m not saying all law enforcement is dirty, quite the opposite in fact. No, just this group. When innocent people put their faith and trust in someone or a group that is supposed to be there to protect them and then that person or group turns on them, the Rage and I feel the need to intervene. Violently of course.

We have been watching the group for two days now and we have built an organizational chart for this fucked up corporation. I can’t go into too many details in case anyone in the family is a Rager and might be reading, but let’s just say they are connected to the highest level of government and law enforcement in this particular state. Hopefully, this is an isolated incident, but in case it’s more widespread, I feel we should make a statement that will hopefully keep others from engaging in this high-risk behavior. There are a lot of people in my past that work in law enforcement and when people abuse the power they have been given, it just pisses the Rage off and you know what he’s like when he gets grumpy.  Plus, we have been on a road trip and miss our lady. Not a good time to go poking the Rage, he pokes back and usually with a sharper stick. Let me give you an example.

The head of the family doesn’t even live here with the rest of the family, he lives in a different part of the state and holds a position of immense power. The problem with having that power is that you think you are untouchable, invincible. My job is to show you the error of your way. Zulu is the head of this family and it wouldn’t be a family if he didn’t have kids would it. Leverage, you know we don’t cook without it…. cook…. hmmmm

Zulu’s oldest son is the local enforcer for the family and holds a position within law enforcement. He also has a son that is in middle school, quite the athlete already and undoubtedly being groomed to follow in the family footsteps. I tell you this because it is germane to my meeting with his father, which I did by walking into the police station and telling the desk sergeant that I had important information and would only divulge it to Zulu Jr. After looking me up and down for several seconds (disguise firmly in place mind you), he made the call. He was obviously getting some flak when he looks over at me and asked what exactly this was regarding. I smiled at him and said “Yankee”.

32 seconds later, I was escorted into an expansive office filled with high class furniture and several photos of Zulu’s son with Zulu and several high-ranking law enforcement and political figures from around the state. Behind an expansive desk sat a man who thought he was king of all he surveyed. He was about to find out just how inconsequential he really is. After sizing me up he stands and puffs out his chest trying to intimidate me and asks me what the hell I know about Yankee. I tried to keep the smile off my face but think I might have failed. I told him that he took something from me and I want it back, Yankee. He looked at me like I was nuts and he actually laughed at me. I did smile fully at that because right then, his cell phone rang. He checked the ID and saw it was his son so he quickly answered the phone. The color drained from his face an instant later and that smug smile left faster than a box of chocolate covered strawberries in the Rage’s hands. He looked up at me and I said,

“Put it on speaker.” He hesitated and I said, “D?” A second later there was an ear-splitting scream coming out of the receiver, didn’t really need speakerphone after all.

“Conference in your daddy, this affects him too.” My smile was gone now and I stared into his eyes, doubt and indecision staring back at me…

“Is your son right or left handed……”

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