Chapter 30

The large plane came in for the landing with a resounding swoosh sound. As we touched down the compression of the shocks on the plane caused all of our necks to snap a little bit but Jeffrey was fine in the truck, actually it was kind of bouncy for him.

As the plane came to rest on the tarmac, the cargo door was opened and the lights were shut off on our end of the strip. We would move out in silence, quickly but silently. We all three manned our vehicles and eased out of the plane. My Tahoe scrapped the tarmac hard as we exited, unsettling Jeffrey a bit.

Our three trucks formed a convoy of pure fearful ass kicking power. We exited the practically abandoned air strip and proceeded towards Jeremy's house, about 12 miles away. We entered the highway nose to tail, exceeding one hundred miles per hour. I was the lead so my lights were flashing and the rest were blacked out, even their headlights.

"ETA six minutes. Everyone verify their position when we enter the neighborhood. Holly North and Mills South." I shouted over the radio.

"Roger. Roger." Holly and Mills confirmed my orders.

I looked at Jeffrey for a slight second, "You alright Jeff?"

He nodded, I think, "Yeah Gregg, I'm just trying to make my peace with God and I'm really hoping he accepts this sacrifice for the good of mankind and doesn't use it against me when I'm at his pearly white gates."

"Don't worry about that right now Jeff. God never did anything for or to anybody; I wouldn't expect him to start now." I smirked as if it would make Jeffrey comfortable.

Over the radio again, I announce, "Alright people, remember, no lights, no sirens, nothing. DO NOT turn the vehicles off! We do not need to risk a non-starter and have to abandon any sort of evidence."

Confirmation rings across the radio from both of my team mates as we approach the entrance of the neighborhood. Oddly enough, this neighborhood had no street lights and only two house lights out of the nine houses located in the radius. But I'm not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. We proceed to our designated locations.

Mills parks his vehicle perpendicular to the road, blocking all incoming and outgoing traffic. Holly is in position at the opposite end of the neighborhood, also perpendicular to the road. Jeffrey and I are in between the two vehicles making final preparations to ensure our success.

I informed Jeffrey of my role, "Jeff, you're taking lead here. Don't worry about me; I'll be right behind you. Just do what you do and I'll follow only to make sure you stay safe."

He grinned at me and pulled up the hood on his sweatshirt, "Ok."

"Holly, Mills, activate your roadside facing lights now." I called out over the radio to the team.

Jeff and I rolled into position, into the darkness of night and the darkness of imminent death. The side lights on Mills' and Holly's cars lit up the oncoming traffic with flashes of blue and red but the neighborhood was free from any extra light.

I twist my silencer onto my weapon as I activate the radio, "Make sure you have your silencers installed out there guys. Also, can you guys keep your mikes open; I'll use the secondary to contact you if I need you?"

Everyone concurred so Jeffrey and I stepped out of the vehicle and proceeded to slowly eerily creeping up towards the target's window. The house appeared to be rather old, not necessarily dilapidated but the siding was the old school type of painted wood siding used in the seventies.

The gutters overflowed with leaves and pine needles and the flower beds were thrashed with obvious signs of negligence. Even the windows were old, probably the same ones that came with the house. No motion lights activated and no signs of trouble were apparent, like no one could sense our presence over the smell of mold and mildew collecting in the siding and window sills.

The grass is moist, muddy actually. It wasn't raining now but it must have just stopped. The trees were in abundance in this yard, I'm thinking I'm going to have a tick by the end of this one.

Jeffrey didn't hesitate or anything, he moved directly into a natural position for himself at the front of the slightly opened window and watched the target. Jeffrey's head tilted slightly, like a puppies after it hears a weird noise.

I asked quietly, "What's wrong?"

Jeffrey replies, "He's on the computer and it looks like he is masturbating to homosexual pornography. Why didn't I think of this sooner?"

Jeffrey then does something so stupid in my mind, so stupid. He taps on the glass and beckons the target to the window. This kid actually walks up to the window and looks out, spotting Jeffrey immediately. I hugged the side of the house like a light fixture.

"Hey, you want the real thing? Why sit at a computer when you can have the real deal right here?" Jeffrey unzipped his pants and pulled his shirt up, barely exposing anything but the kid went for it. He obviously wasn't educated on past mass murderers.

The kid put his hand out of the open window and helped Jeffrey in. Once in the room with him, Jeffrey proceeded to seduce the young guy until both of them were fully nude on the twin sized bed. The kid then went down on Jeffrey much like the photos I had seen earlier of him with the Vice President.

Mills calls out, "How's it going in there Gregg?"

"Well Mills, they are both butt ass naked and sucking some dick. Not the best front row seat I've been in." I replied with a chuckle.

"That's nasty as fuck! We don't have all night but enjoy the view." Mills responded laughing.

I couldn't help myself, "Holly, you wanna come take a look at this? Isn't that what girls are into?"

She chimes in, "Girls don't like watching men fuck each other! I like seeing girls fuck each other and guys fucking girls. Sword fighting ain't my thing sweetie."

"Am I going to get some girl on girl on me action at some point?" I asked.

Holly replied with a chuckle, "Not at this pace big boy."

Maybe I was too loud on my radio or just too stupid to keep my guard up but next thing I know I've got a twelve gage shot gun on my temple as I'm standing there looking into a young kid's window as he is giving oral sex to a "dead" serial killer.

I quickly keyed my mike and quickly made up some bullshit excuse, "Sir, I am a police officer. We are just investigating a call about some suspicious activity. Actually, my partner is around here somewhere, I can get him over here on the BACK RIGHT side of the house to come verify my story."

Mills whispered into his mike, "I'm on my way Gregg; I'll be approaching from the rear."

"Sir, Detective Mills is on his way right now, we also have one more office out here watching BOTH ends on the neighborhood. Clear?" I emphasized what I needed Holly to hear.

Holly replies, "Clear Gregg, I got this."

The old man steps forward enough to peer in through the window, "What the fuck is this? What…is that my grandson?"

As he peered into the window he removed his eyes and his aim from me. I drew my weapon and with a quick psssshhoo I laid him out with a bullet through the temple and to the brain. The bald old man dropped to the ground and as with all gravity involving activities, so did the shotgun. The shotgun contacted the ground at a forty-five degree angle, butt first.

Mills turned the corner as all this dynamic movement was occurring just in time to see the shot gun unload into my lower abdomen. The man had birdshot in the shotgun instead of a slug, that's the only reason I survived. My bullet proof vest caught eight percent of the birdshot but the rest penetrated my lower abdomen and sent me directly to the ground.

Mills leaned into the window, "Jeffrey, now!"

Jeffrey grabbed the kid by the head, made him look up and then he slid a long non-serrated knife into his jugular, very slowly. The more the kid struggled, the more blood he lost, gently causing the blade to slide more and more around.

The blood wasn't spraying yet; Jeffrey was just sitting on the bed still holding the blade in position. The more of a struggle there was, the more pleasure appeared on Jeffrey's face. He leaned in and wiped the oozing blood with his hand and placed that crimson warm life fluid on the tip of his tongue and then spread the rest around and on his erect penis.

The shotgun blast had alerted the entire neighborhood so Holly was rather busy trying to regain control of the formerly sleeping neighborhood. I could hear all the murmurs and blurred words from all of their mouths as Holly shouted orders for them to reenter their homes.

I regain my feet after Mills has inspected the wound, "You're going to be ok Gregg. I'll fix you up when we get back."

I get back to my shaky feet and pull myself up to the dirt spider infested window sill only to see Jeffrey masturbating and the kid standing, somehow. The knife has been fully pulled through the front of his throat, all airways and veins severed, some dangling and this kid is standing.

"Jeff, come on Jeff. I've been shot and the area is getting very hot!" I exclaimed in excruciating pain.

Of course it's not that simple. Grandma opens the bedroom door to see this utter massacre taking place and doesn't take long to activate the flight feature in her fight or flight decision.

I call out on the radio in short gasps, "We have an elderly woman in the house. She has spotted the victim and is now running towards the east end. I'm hit and Jeffrey is jerkin' off. Mills go in the back door and intercept the woman before she draws any more attention."

I motion to Jeffrey that it's time to go. He dresses and climbs back out of the window. He sees all the blood making my shirt and pants all shiny, "Gregg, what happened?"

I point to the dead old man on the ground, "Pick him up and put him in the house, through this window. I'll take care of the rest."

Jeffrey picks up the dead old man, the gun and all the surrounding leaves that may have had blood on them and throws it all through the window. I strike my lighter up, lighting an oily rag that was lying on the side of the house near an old oil container. I toss it in the window and tell Holly to continue to maintain control.

The house needed to burn for a while before anyone got in here to put it out. The fire consumed the room, hungrily engulfing the walls and the flesh of both male victims.

Mills radioed in, "The old lady is down. I'll get her in that bedroom before it goes completely up in flames."

I'm still standing there watching the fire grow and grow. Mills kicks the door in causing the flames to flare slightly and he tosses the old grey haired woman in the middle of the dead zone. No screams, no suffering, only death and an accomplished mission.

All the neighbors are outside observing our activities. It appears they haven't realized the house is on fire yet. Holly is passively maintaining control of the crowd and providing directions for them to reenter their homes. No one obliges.

Jeffrey aids me in my escape of the area; the blood is really flowing now. There has got to be some arterial bleeding or organ damage here. My breathing has grown very short and my skin town was whiter than a sheet of standard A4 copier paper. Each wobbly step produces a touch more pain and a lot more blood.

Mills frantically exits the rear of the house and snatches me from Jeffrey's helping hands, "I got it from here weirdo."

To which Jeffrey replies, "Oh, I'm the weird one because I eat people. You guys are the weird ones because you let me do it."

Jeffrey cowers his head and enters the vehicle; Mills covers my face with his shirt and hides his face from view as well. It was still relatively dark so if any footage was being shot right now, no one would be able to identify any of us. Holly jumped into her truck and pulled around to check on me.

I spoke to Jeffrey before she pulled up, "You're going to have to drive us buddy ok? You just stay in the middle and we'll be just fine."

"I haven't driven in years!" Jeffrey replied excitedly.

Holly rolls up and pulls up next to the passenger side window, "You ok Gregg?"

I shake my head no and say, "Lead the way sweetie, get me out of here."

She hits the siren and peels out in a cloud of throat choking smoke. Mills has entered his vehicle too and blasts his siren as well. I point to Holly's truck and motion Jeffrey to follow suit.

Jeffrey pulls off with a confirmation lurch and sticks to Holly's bumper like glue. Mills followed closely behind us as we all made our way back to the airport. From the time we rolled out to the time the next event took place couldn't have been but three minutes, tops.

Holly is in front, lights and siren blaring, Mills is in the rear, lights and sirens blaring and Jeffrey and I are in the middle with only our lights on. We were doing double the speed limit as to not draw too much attention to ourselves but to warrant the use of our lights. Next thing I know, Mills comes over the radio and calls out two unmarked units closing in quickly.

We all three pull over, all sirens are shut off but we leave our police lights on, remember now, we are from a division of the government that only two officials know about. Our job and purpose is not known by any form of law enforcement in the country.

"Let us handle this Jeff ok?" I ask genuinely, the blood lose and the pain combined have made me so delirious that I am asking a serial killer's permission to perform my duties.

Jeffrey replied with a sinister smile, "Ok, I'll just do what I do and hang out."

"Jeffrey, don't do anything. We got this." I ordered.

Four uniformed officers approached Mills' vehicle from the rear, cautiously and slowly, like they knew we had just committed triple homicide. Mills had his driver side window down, all others were up and tinted very darkly.

The officer on Mills side ordered him out of the vehicle. I watched closely from my crouched position using the passenger side mirror. Holly exited her vehicle and circled around the front of it, the officers didn't stand a chance. Holly drew her weapon from behind her back, fired two silenced shots at both officers on the passenger side of Mills' truck.

As the bullets from her silenced MP-5 tore through their cranial cavities and their bodies dropped limp to the ground Mills fired a round into the visible officer's thigh through his door where he had rested his gun before even stopping. The last officer retreated s if he really thought he could escape but Holly and Mills flanked him behind the truck and blew the left side of his head off.

The bodies of the four dead officers were placed ever so gently into the back of my truck with Jeffrey at the helm. We now had five cars and four drivers, one of the cars had to go.

Mills reached into his truck as I exited mine and he grabbed two sticks of accelerated thermite with a C-4 alternate. The delay would be about forty seconds, then the car would melt down to nothing but liquid steel and the C-4 alternate would scatter that liquid in a five mile radius, making it impossible to trace.

I stumbled my way to the first dark blue unmarked police interceptor and got in the driver's seat. Mills entered his vehicle once he had secured the explosives and the delay switch to the remaining interceptor. Holly took off, Jeffrey followed her, and I pulled in behind Jeffrey and Mills behind me.

Watching my rear view, all I could see was the sky light up for a brief few seconds and then fizzle out. Mills called out, "That should do the trick."

"Good job Mills, good job team. Let's go home" I mumbled as I continued to fell each individual piece of bird short in my belly.

We travelled back to the airport into our hanger, where our cargo plane awaited us. The police interceptor barely fit in with the rest of the trucks but we would need to add it to our garage as a trophy of sorts. I liked that car and wanted to keep it, I made that very clear.

We tied down all of the cars, securely this time, and took our seats on the airplane. I laid on my back as Holly sat underneath my legs. She was working on the gunshot wounds vigorously as I slipped in and out of consciousness. My entire body was numb, again. I had already been shot twice in the last two weeks, not a very fitting start to a new career.

Jeffrey stayed in the truck, just like the flight up. He seemed a little anxious or bothered, talking to himself very loudly, "Why did you have to try to fuck him Jeff? What's wrong with you? Get in, make him disappear and get out. Those were the orders, that was the goal."

The entire flight he continued to repeat the same four sentences over and over. Jeffrey actually did fine, but I still didn't understand why we couldn't go out and just kill the kid ourselves or make him disappear. Why did we need Jeffrey for a murder? I need to talk to The Boss as soon as we get back.

The small little beads of the birdshot were more of an irritant than a painfully horrible injury; I knew I wouldn't die from this unless my team just left out here. The sound of a shotgun was all too familiar too me.

After I killed that bear that chased me through the only home I had ever known, I skinned it and sold its pelt to the local store for forty dollars. Those forty dollars would buy me unlimited amounts of buckshot ammunition.

I knew there was a forest full of creatures back behind me. I had the shotgun and my ammo, a small thermos of water and that was it. I headed out of my childhood home, still a child myself, never to return again.

I didn't feel much anguish from the departure but I knew it was going to be a rough road from here. I instantly found a nice spot deep in the brush that would conceal me from everything but insects. I could also hide my belongings in it and come back for them at a later time.

My first night deep in the forest was a cold one. I was breathing in and out, my out breath clashing with the cold air showing a small cloud of carbon dioxide. I sat with my back to a large oak, shotgun in hand ready to stand my ground against anything or anyone that challenged me.

That challenge came early, I heard the large footsteps crushing leaves and snapping twigs at will. I readied myself for a battle as I lowered the shotgun horizontal to the ground. The movement was coming from my left and approaching quickly.

A large male moose appeared about three yards to my left. I tried my best to maintain control of my brain but the anxiety was overwhelming. I had heard about large male moose attacks on people and it wasn't pretty.

As the moose approached me, I could see an area on its side glimmer in the moon light. It was bleeding; it had been struck by something or scrapped. This visual now allowed me to muster up the strength to take aim on the beast.

I raised my shotgun, loaded with buckshot, to the moose's head. The barrel was within an inch of its temple when I pulled the six pound trigger. A resounding BOOM echoed through the trees, causing every little thing to scurry and take cover.

The moose collapsed without a flinch or attempt to flee, without a delay or a realization it had just been killed. It just dropped and bled. To this day I am still not quite sure why I killed that moose. Was it my fear? Why take a life without any logical reasoning?

I don't think I'll ever know, however, I do know that the sound of a shotgun will forever be committed to my memory for as long as oxygen still enters my lungs.