5:45 pm
Some shit went down.
Before we get into all that, I want to talk about vendettas, grudges, feuds, I don’t care what you call it. Basically, it’s 2 people or groups or families that have been fighting each other for years, some very violently. Hey, who am I to get in the middle of people trying to off each other, I get it! When you bring innocents into the mix to prove a point or hurt the other more viciously, the Rage draws a line there and crossing it will have consequences. Let me explain.
We found the lost cargo that Whiskey stole from our client and unfortunately, for the guy who acquired it from Whiskey, the Rage and I found a way to stuff it right up his ass, another one of the Rage’s favorite pastimes. Literally. Up his ass! We haven’t named him because we just caught up with him so at this point let’s just call him John Doe 8743, JD to the Rage. It was not a subtle event and yet no coverage of the event on any news or internet media. Cool! Here’s how it went down…. really.
The “cargo” is an instrument of death basically. A newer, cooler, and thankfully for us and the hundreds of innocent lives that were spared by JD’s ultimate dickness, hi tech device that was connected to GPS. I have coffee in those satellites daily so it was only a matter of knowing the device’s particular signature and once activated, I was able to hack into the system. My employer gave me the information so I waited until they activated the device. Unfortunately, by the time we came knocking the instrument had been deployed. This is a one-way trip to destruction and it was heading toward a large gathering of mostly children, 2 in particular the target of JD’s “Vendetta”. The children of his ultimate enemy. In order to inflict pain on his enemy, he was willing to kill all of these innocents. Up his ass!
I accessed the guidance system and was able to change the targeting data and I turned the missile around on its source. Boom! Took out the whole group of fuckers. Vendetta solved. This was just a side project for this family, their main occupation is criminal destruction of minds and lives…. drug dealers. Second problem solved. The Rage is spreading safety and goodwill faster than Santa’s elves on crack…. except with the Rage, no drugs are needed. That’s where the fairy tale portion of the story ends. As with any explosion, there is collateral damage. A piece of this shrapnel found its way to someone I care for…deeply. Before you say it, she wasn’t there because of me, she was there to stop JD just like we were. Like it was her job…
The Rage and I are on our way to take care of her by way of the supermarket. When the Rage is worried about someone he cooks…. unless another outlet presents itself…