Chapter 28

The Boss approached in haste. His face showing nothing but fear and sincerity. This obviously had something to do with my "treatment" of the Secretary of Defense and what the consequences may be. Frankly though, I couldn't give less of a shit about it. I closed that door to my past; I sealed that memory shut; I erased it from my mind and allowed myself the right to selfishly remove her and her horrid actions from the deep dark hole in my brain it was housed in.

"Gregg, step into my office, Now!" This big black man was screaming and very aggressive. He stormed off into the confines of his office.

I followed the blood trail I had created with that monster's blood until the shiny dark redness turned towards my office where the initial altercation began. I knocked hard, twice on The Boss's door. I didn't wait for a response and entered the fully prepared for a battle of sorts. What I saw was completely the opposite of that.

The Boss stood immediately with a very large grin on his face, "That, Mr. Burnsfield, was absolutely amazing. That bitch is such a cumbersome problem for us down her. W may finally have an opportunity to operate as a whole unit under our own command for the most part."

"Thank you sir. I didn't intend for any of that to happen but I couldn't control myself. What she did, what she has done to all those small children in the past and to me…it makes me sick still to this very day." I put on my best humble face in an attempt to seem sympathetic about my actions.

"Well, all this excitement aside, I have news. We have been given our first mission under your tactical command." The Boss sat down and slid a very clean dark brown folder to me. "We have been supplied a target that has an incredible amount of incriminating evidence against the Vice President of the United States. This order was passed down directly from the President."

The folder smelled brand new, it was stiff and rigid. As I flipped the folder open, I noticed a picture of a young man, probably sixteen or seventeen. He was a regular looking kid; hair parted on the left side of his head, brown in color. His eyes were light blue with only a set of spectacles throwing off the flow of his face. No facial hair was present above or below his flat pressed lips.

I flipped through the entire folder containing facts about his entire life, sheet by sheet. I had access to everything; elementary school report cards, even his first grade arts and crafts project. He jaggedly cut out multiple pictures of kittens and sloppily pasted them in a collage fashion to a piece of construction paper.

Finally, I came across a picture of the Vice President being pleasured orally by the young man in his office at the Pentagon. How a picture was taken inside the Pentagon of such a lewd act I'll never know. The point is, I could BE this kid with all that I know about him.

"So, this kid needs to be removed from the face of the planet to protect the V.P.? Is it worth it? What does this do for the United States and its people?" I pushed hard very inquisitively, I needed to understand.

The Boss sighed as he began to explain, "Listen Gregg, we don't get to ask questions like that. Our job is to take orders; execute orders to the T and make sure we protect our nation's credibility. This is what our division is about, this is why we keep those agents down here. They have skills that regular people don't posses and can't be taught, they can get in and out of places that the average Joe can't even fathom. This is our job, our main function, our main set of goals. I chose you for this job, not because you made some mistakes but because I knew you could handle it and make things work." He was behind me now, patting my right shoulder.

I nodded in agreement, "I understand sir. I will not let you down, no matter what, I will do my job and help you realize you made the right choice in bringing me down here. It's just going to take a bit of adjustment for me, knowing I am orchestrating their execution."

"Gregg, each person that is selected for removal is a risk to national security. Sure this kid here was just sucking some dick but that dick was attached to out gay Vice President that is married with two children. If that were to be released to the public then all national credibility is at risk and considering how credit less the nation is now, we don't need that. His voice didn't waiver once. The Boss was a good motivator, he knew what to say, how to say it and to whom to say it to.

I stand from my chair with my head held high, confident, "I'm going to need Dahmer for this one. I'll need to brief him and scout the area just to make sure I feel we are prepared to perform."

The Boss nods his head, we shake hands and I exit the office heading in the direction of my office. The data will be mentally chewed on and filtered until I have it locked down and I can recite it by heart without hesitation. The information is strewn across my desk but in an organized strewn, not a disaster area strewn.

This kid just made a severe mistake sucked the wrong dick at the wrong time on the wrong person. He has now been selected for death for the sake of the nation. Upon deeper review of his file, I see his father was killed in Vietnam and his mother died of Breast Cancer many years back.

Jeremy Bland, the kid in the picture, grew up with his grandparents from his mother's side. They live in Idaho in a small single level brick rancher in the standard American neighborhood. Jeremy is an avid XBOX player, much like me. He spends all of his time in the back left bedroom of the house online talking shit to other kids much like himself.

My mind is telling me that Jeffrey is the man for the job because of the age of the boy and the level of discretion that is desperately needed. We're going to make this kid disappear; remove him from the face of the Earth. Well, I truly hope Jeffrey is hungry because dinner comes tomorrow night in the form of a five foot ten inch, one hundred and sixty pound boy.

As I review the map of the area, I see I'm going to need some help with traffic constriction. Mills in one car, Holly in another and Jeffrey and I right in the middle. I quickly type up a memo in outlook to the team:

Tomorrow, time TBD, we will depart with Dahmer and three black SUVs with lights and sirens on them. We will enter the cargo plane on landing strip A-6 at Norfolk International with all the equipment and personnel that is needed to accomplish a simple disappearing act on a young kid in Idaho that lives with his grandparents. Pack what you need and only what you need. We will be blocking off the north bound lane and the south bound lane, entering and exiting the neighborhood. Mills you have the North side and Holly you will have the South side. Dahmer and I will pull up blacked out in front of the residence and make contact directly with the target. Sleep tight, it's going to be a busy day tomorrow.

As soon as the email went out, Mills, The Boss and Holly began to prep instantly. I reread my email, scanning it to make sure I said tomorrow and not tonight. Upon confirmation, I exited my office and inquired, "Holly, what are y'all doing?"

She smiled, "It's just habit Gregg. We answer orders immediately, you did just fine."

I take a deep breath and kiss her. Jeffrey needs to be debriefed; he needed to know he was going to be able to unleash some of his old skills that may be a touch rusty. As I approached his room, I noticed Konkon was missing.

Jeffrey was resting on his bed in the fetal position, his eyes were shut. There was no sign of a struggle or even a drop of blood. No sign of a body or bones. Konkon had basically disappeared from the room without anyone knowing or being alerted.

My keycard was in my pocket and my cheat sheet was still attached to it. I pulled it from my pocket and swiped it as quietly as I could in Dahmer's door. The access code was almost memorized but I had to use the cheat sheet, 2-0-3-1-4-5-6-5-12-0-8-5-3-8. Instantly, an odd aroma hit my nose like a balled up fist. Tiptoeing slowly into the room, I still see no sign of Konkon but the smell is so intense there must be a rotting body in here. Konkon's body had to be in here, under the bed or in Dahmer's closet, somewhere.

Carefully waking Jeffrey, "Hey Jeff. Jeff!" I tapped his shoulder. Jeffrey rolled over and smiled at me. His mouth appears to have some sort of flesh and blood outlining it.

"Oh! Hey Gregg. You ok? You need anything from me?" As he focused on me, I noticed he was laying on a severed penis and a freshly removed heart.

I jumped back instinctively, "What the hell is that Jeffrey?"

Confused, he replied, "Gregg, it was a part of Konkon but now it all belongs to me. I have the two most valuable organs on the male body. His heart here and his dick right here."

"Jeffrey, where is Konkon? Where is his body?" The guilt of kidnapping this young boy and sending him off to be mutilated and murdered was overwhelming.

Jeffrey mentioned to his closet, the door was cracked open just slightly. That was certainly the spot that the vomitous smell was coming from. I drew my weapon and flipped the tactical light on. I slid two fingers into the crack of one of the two doors; Popping it open only released more rotting flesh smell. The next door was opened quickly by me revealing the decapitated hanging body of Konkon.

Jeffrey had somehow turned his closet into a heat cell. This was causing all the blood to accumulated and coagulate into a properly placed bowl underneath his feet. Jeffery had made a precise incision from the top of Konkon's neck all the way down to where his dick used to be, and then the slit split off and ran directly down the centers of both legs.

I turned to Jeffrey, "What the fuck Jeff?"

He shrugged, "There are many ways to skin a cat Gregg, many different ways." He raised the heart to his mouth and took a hearty (no pun intended) bite out of it. The blood still living in the heart was sprayed two feet high and came splashing down on the floor next to Jeff's bed.

My head turned away as Jeffrey cackled, "Jeff, you and me are going on a mission tomorrow. Thought you'd like to know."

Jeffrey's response was to pull his penis out, showing me his erection, and then he proceeded to rub Konkon's small flaccid penis up against his own. The rubbing turned into a very vigorous action and resulted in Jeffrey ejaculating all over his stomach with a screeching yelp. My buddy then proceeded to rub the cum all over his body as if it were lotion nurturing his skin.

I wish that was all my eyes had seen but that wasn't the case. Jeffrey took the flaccid penis and dipped it into the cum that had accumulated in his belly button, like dipping a chicken nugget into some honey mustard. Jeffrey raised the limp penis to his lips, sniffed it and pleasurably inserted the entire thing into his mouth. It looked kinda chewy.

He then took another bite of the heart explaining, "The blood helps the chewiness of the penis go away." There was my cue to exit the room, go throw up and get ready for tomorrow.

"Rest up Jeff, tomorrow is going to be an adventure." I waved because I couldn't look back.