Please be warned in advance that the story may contain violence, strong language, mature situations, sex and whatever else happens in real life. This isn’t a children’s story folks. Having said that, if you’re still willing, I hope you enjoy the story! This installment ratchets up the action in a big way.
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“Hoist the black flag!”
Burgers sizzled on the grill. Jim and Mike sat beneath the shade of a large picnic table umbrella on Jim’s back deck. On the grass below, Jim’s daughter-in-law played with his two year old grandson.
“How’s she coping with the move and everything?” Mike asked. Jim took a long draft from his ice cold beer before responding.
“She’s doing as well as can be expected I guess.” he said. “Immigration made noises about sending her back to Japan after Jason’s death, but I managed to nip that in the bud. She and Connor seem happy here so far. Arizona was mighty lonely for her and besides, I’ve got plenty of room here.”
“How’s Janine?” Mike asked. Jim’s eyes darted away and he shifted in his seat.
“Fine, last I heard. She’s all moved in now.” he took a drink from his bottle. “We kind of got into a bad place after the trial. Sometimes it still doesn’t seem real…” His friend nodded.
Squeals of happiness rippled up from the back lawn at them and Mike smiled. There were several large concussions from the next block over. “Someone’s getting an early start to the holiday. I thought those were illegal here.” he said. Jim laughed.
“Illegal, but not immoral. There’s a difference.” Their eyes met.
“And how are you coping?” his friend asked.
“I’m coping just fine. Don’t I look like I’m doing great?” he asked. “Besides, the piece of shit had it coming.” Jim said.
“Have you considered seeing someone about it?”
“And what exactly would I tell them? That I killed my son’s murderer? That we drove him up a mountain road, blew his brains out and then dumped his body over the edge of a cliff? How exactly do I relate this tale of woe?”
“Jim! I was just trying to help. Besides, you know I’d storm into Hell with you on a moments notice!”
He caught his breath. “I’m sorry bud. I kind of lost it there for a moment.”
“Knock knock!” Meredith, Mike’s wife appeared from the sliding rear door. “Good news boys, I managed to get the last two packages of hamburger buns!” She was all of five feet, one inches tall and pretty. A pair of truly epic breasts didn’t hurt things either. She was open carrying a Series 80 Colt Commander in a pink leather holster.
“Shit! The burgers!” Jim said and leapt from his chair and inspected the grill. “Guys, I hope you like ‘em well done.” he said with a grimace.
“Are they burned?” Mike asked.
“No, but well on their way.” he replied. He removed the well done chunks of hamburger meat from the flame and set them on a platter. When he was finished he set the platter on the picnic table. Mikes wife inspected them carefully and declared them edible.
“Yuriko! Lunch is ready!” Jim called out. Soon mother and son arrived and they all took a seat around the picnic table. Meredith helped dish up the potato salad and pour the soda while Jim opened the chips and helped Yuriko with Connor’s booster seat. They dug into the feast with gusto, accompanied by crackles, pops and muffled explosions.
That afternoon found Jim and Mike sitting in the front room while Meredith and Yuriko played in the back yard with Jim’s grandson. A faded black and white photograph of a younger Jim and Mike dressed in fatigues, with a UH-1 Huey squatting like a giant bug behind them, graced the mantle. The younger Jim was cradling a large scoped rifle.
“I can’t believe it!” Jim said. “You’d think stupidity like that would be painful. The idiot actually stated, on live TV, that a gun ban will solve the problem. When is he going to get it through his thick head that criminals don’t obey the laws we already have?” He shook his head. “Not to mention he’s actively trying to discourage people from defending themselves.”
Mike nodded. “Did you hear he’s prosecuting that poor kid who shot the guy who kicked down his door?”
Jim shook his head.
“Yeah, apparently he didn’t run away and let the cops deal with it, or something. The police chief and City Attorney have got a real hard-on for him.”
“Depend on us to protect you or else!” Jim said. “…and if you dare do a better job at it than we can, we’re going to make you life a living hell.”
“That’s basically it.” Mike agreed.
“Damn!” There was a long silence.
“Somebody should teach them a lesson.” Jim said, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
His friend looked at him quizzically. “What are you suggesting?”
“I think a little demonstration is in order. Someone needs to show those idiots just because they have power, they’re not above the Constitution. Besides, if we can prove they aren’t safe, what does this say about everyone else?”
“How can I help?” Meredith asked from the sliding glass door. The two of them looked up at her in surprise. Jim recovered first.
“Well, if you really want to help…”
* * *
A variety of objects lay on the front room floor in front of them. All purchased either from the internet or stores in neighboring states, using cash as much as possible.
Mike picked up the tranquilizer gun. “How does this work again?” Jim took it from him and demonstrated.
“You open the action like this, “ he worked the bolt up and back “and put in your dart like so and close it. It’s pretty much just a big air rifle. It’s charged with CO2 gas and accurate up to around 30 yards.” He looked at his friend with a smile on his face. “You can hit an ass sized target from there, right?” He threw the tranquilizer rifle to his shoulder, aimed it at the far wall and squeezed the trigger.
There was a fwipping sound of escaping CO2 gas and the practice dart flew across the room and embedded it’s point into the sheet rock. Jim set the weapon down on the floor.
Meredith suppressed a giggle. Mike looked flustered. “Yes, I can.” he said.
“Thanks to your wife each dart is filled with 3mg of Versed, that should last about an hour. That’s plenty of time for what we’ve got in mind.”
“What if they wake up?”
“We dose them again.” Mike looked dubious.
“Is that safe?” he asked.
They both looked over at Meredith. She nodded. “As long as you don’t get too trigger happy it should be fine. Just remember to shoot or inject them in the muscle. The thigh will work, but the ass is best.”
“Okay, okay…” Mike said and smiled. He picked up one of two head-mounted LED flashlights and switched it on. Nothing happened. He switched it off and back on again. Still nothing. In frustration he switched it off. “What the hell?” Jim was smiling and looked about to burst. Without a word he picked up the remote from the side table and switched on the TV. A black screen with “AUX 1” appeared. He turned on the video camera mounted on a tripod beside it and suddenly they were looking at themselves.
“Put it on.” he said and with a puzzled look his friend complied. “Okay, now face the camera and turn it on.” He reached up and thumbed the power switch. Instantly Mikes face disappeared in a brilliant halo of light.
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed and ripped the device from his head. As far as he could tell, there was no light coming from the device. He put it back on and faced the camera. Again a brilliant white spot of light replaced his head.
“It’s infrared light. I bought these off eBay and replaced the LED’s with infrared ones. No one can see it, but to video cameras, especially black and white security cameras, that’s what our faces will look like.” Mike shook his head in amazement. He turned the light off and placed it on the floor next to a glass bottle with a clear fluid inside.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Ether.” Jim said. “Since Versed takes so long to take effect, the plan is to use Ether first and then dose them with Versed. Thanks to your lovely wife,” Jim nodded toward Meredith, who smiled, “We have several pre-filled syringes of it.”
“What’s the dart gun for then?”
“In case they run. It’s the last chance we’ll have to stop them, short of shooting them, and that’s not the point.” Jim said. Mike nodded.
The rest of the items on the floor, rope, handcuffs, pillows and roofing sealant, needed no explanation.
Jim handed him a brown paper grocery bag. “Here, these are yours.” he said. Mike took the bag and reached inside. A black pair of pants, shirt, gloves and ski mask were inside. “I took the liberty of asking Meredith your sizes, I hope you don’t mind.” His friend shook his head. The two of them divvied up the items from the floor and Mike placed the items that would fit into his bag. His wife took the pillows and placed them on her lap. “It’s tomorrow night.” Jim said, “It’s not too late to back out if you want to.”
“Let’s do it. These dicks keep taking and taking and destroying the lives of honest people who just want to protect themselves. That’s not even counting the constitutional rights they’re trampling all over. Enough is enough! The way I figure it is, they’ve got it coming.”
“Alright then, meet me here at 6pm tomorrow so we have time to get ready.” The two of them gave each other a big grin and clapped each other on the back. “Just like old times!” Jim said.
* * *
It was after 9 o’clock before the sun went down. Meredith drove Jim’s black Ford Econoline panel van while the two of them sat in the back. Soon they came to a stop. Jim looked out at the street sign down the block to verify where they were. He switched on his flashlight and lit the Google Maps printout on the floor.
“Okay, we’re here.” he said and indicated a street at the middle. “And over there, “ he pointed to a red X he’d drawn in felt pen, “is Chief Peck’s house. Which is…” he brought up a compass and oriented it, “over there.” He pointed to the rear passenger side corner of the windowless vehicle.
“Every night he walks his dog down the block and waits for it to take a crap, once it does, he comes back and goes inside. Lights out is usually around 11pm.” Jim looked up and Mike nodded his acknowledgement.
Jim continued… “Now, there’s a big tree over here along the sidewalk right there.” He pointed to a green circle he’d drawn on the map in marker. “Mike, you’ll hide behind that tree and as he approaches, I’ll step out behind him and get his attention. When he turns, grab him from behind and dose him with the Ether. If he gets away, shoot him in the ass with the tranquilizer gun. Do you have any questions?”
“Yes, I do. What kind of dog is it?”
Jim laughed. “It’s a Chihuahua. Don’t worry, it’s not going to hurt you.” Mike acted relieved.
“Okay cool. Um, the last question I have is, how are we going to keep the element of surprise? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it’s freaking lit up like the Fourth of July out there.”
His friend smiled. “Remember the Boy Scout motto?” Mike nodded. Jim pulled something long wrapped in a blanket from the floor. From the fabric emerged a Ruger 10/22 with a large can shaped device screwed to the end of the blued, fluted barrel. His friend whistled.
“Damn, bet that cost you a lot of money. I didn’t even know they were legal in this state.”
“Nope, made it myself. Suppressors are surprisingly easy to make when you’ve got the right tools. And yes, they are legal if you pay $200 and brown nose the right agencies, but who has time for that? Especially since once you’ve done all that, it’s against the law to actually use one.”
Mike looked at him funny. “It’s a gun law, it’s not supposed to make any sense,” Jim said, “It’s a gross misdemeanor for every shot you put through it. Which means up to a year in jail and/or a fine of up to $5,000, per bullet. I’m about to rack up three years and $15,000 dollars in penalties. Not to mention the trouble I’m about to get in for discharging a firearm inside city limits.” His friends face went white. Jim chuckled. “Are ya having fun yet?”
“How much trouble can we get in for kidnapping the police chief and City Attorney?”
Jim shook his head. “You don’t even want to know.” he said. “Remember, after the first one, the rest are free…” Mike felt a chill rush over him. “Spot me!” Jim said and opened the drivers side rear door a crack. “What are my ranges?”
His training kicked in and Mike studied the street lights in the target area. “Okay, the far one is about 50 yards, the next one about 20 yards and the one back there,” he gestured behind him, “is another 50 yards.”
“Very good! You’re dead on. Now, I’m shooting Aguila 60 gn Sniper SubSonic .22lr in this gun with a muzzle velocity just shy of 800 fps, and it’s been sighted in at 50 yards. I should be good for the farthest two targets, but I’m going to have to hold under a bit on the middle one.”
Mike thought about this for a second. “That’s a big bullet. Will the barrel twist stabilize it?”
“Of course! I had a special barrel made for it. So, we’re good to go.”
Jim knelt into position and drew the rifle butt firmly into his shoulder pocket. He sighted the farthest streetlight in the scope and squeezed the trigger. There was a muffled pop and glass shattered from down the street. The one across the street followed and the patch of darkened sidewalk grew. The empty case stove piped in the action and he worked the bolt to clear it. The case flew unnoticed into space, bounced off of the partially open door and out onto the pavement. It joined it’s fellow in the gutter.
Jim had Meredith move and he sighted out the drivers side window. He drew a bead on the last street light and squeezed the trigger once more. There was a pop and the distant sound of breaking glass. Phase one of the plan was complete.
He looked at his watch. “Okay Mike, it’s time for us to go.” He put down the rifle and the two of them slipped out the back door of the van. They had just gotten into position when the police chief’s front door opened and he came waddling out with his dog in tow.
As he passed by Jim, hiding between the bumpers of two parked cars, the chihuahua sensed his presence and darted toward him growling. At the last second the police chief yanked it back onto the sidewalk with the leash. “Get back over here you mangy cur!” he heard the man exclaim between wheezes.
After he had passed Jim slipped out of hiding and drew his pistol. “Chief Peck?” he said and the fat man stopped and turned around, a puzzled look on his face. Unfreaking believable, he was in complete condition white!
“Yes?” the man asked. Fear filled his eyes when he saw the pistol aimed straight at his head. The fear was replaced with anger. “How dare you!” he screeched, “Do you know who I am?”
Jim snicked off the safety. “Yes Chief Pecker, I know exactly who you are.” The man’s eyes widened in fear again. At that moment Mike pinned his arms from behind and held an Ether soaked rag over his nose and mouth. There was a brief struggle, but in a matter of seconds he crumpled to the sidewalk.
“Took your time,” Jim said as Mike approached. He knelt and withdrew a syringe from it’s case and uncapped it.
“I put him down, didn’t I?” he retorted. Jim nodded. He jammed the needle into the unconscious man’s butt and depressed the plunger.
“That you did.” The yapping went into overdrive. Mike gave the mutt a little love tap with his boot and it shut up with a yelp. At that moment Meredith appeared in the van and stopped even with them in the street. It was all the two of them could do to carry the corpulent form of the Chief of Police to the back of the van and heave him inside, onto a tarp. Jim nodded approvingly. Meredith had been busy. Once they’d closed the rear doors they took off.
Jim slipped off his gloves and felt at the man’s neck. There was a slow, but steady pulse there. Good enough. It was then he realized they were going a bit fast. “Remember, drive speed limit,” he called up to Meredith, “If we don’t, we could get stopped by the cops, and what happens next is not pretty.”
“I know!” Meredith snapped from the drivers seat, but she slowed down.
Mike helped his friend cut off the Chief’s clothes. Once this was done, they opened the five gallon drum of roofing sealer. Using mop like applicators, they swabbed every square inch of the man’s body with the sticky, tar like substance. A pillow supplied the feathers.
Minutes later they were at the second target site. Soon the City Attorney lay in the rear of the van having tar and feathers applied to him.
A half an hour later they arrived at the drop location. Meredith stopped the van out of range of the security cameras. The police chief moaned. Before either of the men could react, she pulled a syringe from her purse and plunged it into the man’s butt. Soon he was silent again.
“Remind me never to piss you off!” Jim exclaimed and she smirked back at him. The two of them slipped on their masks and head lights and opened the back doors.
Jim knew the traffic patterns well. Several days prior, he’d placed a wireless webcam in a concealed spot and tapped it into an unsecured WIFI access point. Once set up, he could tune into the camera from the comfort of his home and observe.
Careful to avoid notice, they carried first the police chief and then the City Attorney to the front doors of City Hall and handcuffed them together, spreadeagled on their backs, on the sidewalk in front. Handcuffed to a lamp post, bike rack and ornamental flower pots ensured they couldn’t move. Good. He paused for a second and then framed the scene with his digital camera.
“Say cheese!” he smirked and snapped a picture with his digital camera.
“Come on! Let’s not press our luck!” Mike said. Jim taped a large manila envelope to the front door and the two of them hurried back to the van. Meredith started the vehicle and the three of them drove off into the night.