God Hates Us All
10. Terrorists amongst us
Dusty, along with Federal Agents Mullen and Givens, were interrogating some religious zealot they had been tracking ever since surveillance had him show up at a local gun store enquiring about military-grade weaponry. The zealot had been snatched as he was making a call on a public phone by the hooded, masked beings of Givens and Dusty, with Mullen driving. Their chief asset, Zacky Vengeance, had tipped them off after the man had leered at him and his girlfriend Det. Ramirez, shouting obscenities about them being "devils" and that they would "see their day in Hell". Ramirez had tracked him to the gun store, and got her own intel of him enquiring about weapons. Zacky, for his part, had been keeping Ramirez in the dark about his own mission; Dusty had decreed that they keep the intelligence-gathering phase from law enforcement as much as they could, given that the Right Hand of the Holy Trinity was suspected of infiltrating police ranks. Much the same with Zacky's old friends in Avenged Sevenfold. All of them; Dusty, Mullen, Givens and Zacky knew that Matt and Syn weren't alone anymore: Matt had managed to make an alliance with the Texas Chapter of the Aryan Brotherhood, who hated the Right handers as much as Avenged. The leader, known only as Uncle Bill, had sworn allegiance to Avenged's cause. A UAD (unmanned aerial drone) had video recon of many interesting meetings between Avenged and the Aryans, and wiretaps on their phones had yielded some very interesting- and disturbing- conversations.
"Alright pal, let's try this again" Givens sighed as the suspect finished being beaten by both Mullen and Dusty. The suspect was beyond afraid; his eyes were barely recognisable, both arms broken, legs on their way to being broken, an angry red welt around his neck from where Dusty had attacked him, nearly strangling him. However, he was a tough nut to crack, though: he repeatedly spoke in Spanish, glaring and spitting at his captors. Givens seen that the man had gang tattoos, leading him to assert that the shitbag was a former gangbanger that tried to get on the straight and narrow... he just found the wrong church.
"El fin se acerca, los paganos! Arde en el infierno!" the man repeatedly screamed in Spanish, which Dusty, having fought with Mexicans in the army, had translated as " The end is coming, heathens! Burn in Hell!" "¿Sí? Pues verás el Infierno antes de s si usted no comienza puta hablando!" Dusty spit in Spanish, prompting the man to go wide-eyed, choking and gagging, start crying, "Por favor, señor, por el amor de Dios! Yo voy a contar todo". Dusty interpreted this as "Please sir, for the love of God! I'll tell you everything". "Right" Dusty announced, smacking the man and holding a USP .45 to his head, "start talkin, you Spanish fuck, or the Devil'll be havin' your fat ass for his dessert tonight... and every other night after that for eternity, in the fire!" Givens scrambled for a tape recorder, and Mullen sat back, relaxed, ready to proceed with the interrogation.... only to have his mobile start ringing. He answered; "Mullen."
"Chief Mullen!" The voice sounded terrified, "you gotta get your ass down here NOW! There's just been a mass shooting at the Hickock Park! Multiple fatalities! Victims look like they're all teenagers! We're talkin' HUNDREDS!" Get yourself and Givens down here PRONTO!". Mullen didn't fuck around; he shouted to Givens "mass shooting at Hickock! Load up, it's a shitstorm down there!" Givens scrambled to load up; his gun loaded, SUV car keys in hand, he sprinted out the door. Just then, the captive man started laughing like a maniac. Mullen stopped, stared, beyond furious. "It's happened, amigo" the man shouted, eyes alight, "the non-believers have been cleansed. Bless God, and bless our great leader Michael Yahweh!" Mullen, blacking out, started to raise his .45 Kimber... only to have Dusty beat him to it, who shot him point-blank with his USP .45. The man's head near exploded, spraying blood, brain matter and bits of skull behind him on the wall. "No use wasting our time on this piece of shit, we'll find someone else to have a bit of fun with later" Dusty said laconically, grabbing his M4-A5. Mullen and Dusty decided to leave the man where he was; no one knew where they were, they'd clean up later. Racing towards the SUV outside the shack in the desert, they jumped in, Givens already behind the wheel, taking off as Dusty was still getting his leg in the car.
"What the fuck took so long?!" Givens demanded. "Asshole knew about the massacre all along, he was laughing about it" Dusty said grimly, "he won't be seein' anymore bloodshed though." "You shot him?" Givens said incredulously, "Jesus H Christ, we coulda kept him for further questioning!" "Arr hell Raylan, he was only a grunt" Mullen smiled, "we'll find someone worth it later. Besides, first time it wasn't YOU who shot someone, huh?" "Hahaha, very funny Art, kiss my ass" Raylan grumbled, speeding towards the large township. The closer they got to town, the more apparent the pandemonium was. Cops and ambulances and National Guard everywhere. Givens had to go through multiple checkpoints (with Dusty nearly being arrested for having a rifle before the cop manning the last checkpoint found out who he was) before reaching the crime scene.
"Oh my Lord!" Mullen exclaimed, jumping out of the vehicle, Givens and Dusty following. The scene was pure destruction, bringing Dusty back to his time in Afghanistan: bodies, looking like in the hundreds, strewn about all over the park, blood everywhere. "Jesus, was anyone left alive?" Givens whispered to himself, horrified. Even Dusty, a hardened military operative who thought he had seen the worst of human nature, wasn't exactly prepared for this. He could make out the Deathbat symbol on just about every t-shirt on the corpses. A lot of them were very young, the oldest-looking could have been just 21, the youngest looking like they were at least 11 or 12. "Who the FUCKING HELL kills a bunch of goddamn KIDS!!!?" Art shouted in frustration. Givens looked white, terrified; they were dealing with an enemy whose extremism far outweighed al-Qaeda's. Dusty knew that they needed to work fast, and NOW: he knew a revenge attack from the Avenged camp was on its way. All 3 walked towards a young detective, who was talking to what looked like a survivor. Dusty estimated the girl to be about 15, 16: black hair down past her back, eye shadow (runny with tears), caked in blood. Obviously severely shaken up. The detective wasn't a bad looker either: looked Mexican, with green eyes, a pretty face. "Excuse me, ma'am?" Givens enquired politely; the detective looked up, obviously close to tears herself, "Special Agents Mullen and Givens, FBI" Givens said quietly, him and Mullen drawing out their ID's. The detective looked at them, them at Dusty, "and you?" "Ma'am, I'm an operator with the US Army 1st SFOD-D, otherwise known to you as the Delta Force" Dusty stated, "and I can't give my name or any form of ID, other than my codename, Dusty". "I believe you, the FBI wouldn't drag an ordinary civvy with them on something like this" the detective said, her voice breaking, "this here is Amy, she was the sole survivor out of the 235 people who died here." "235?" Mullens exclaimed, "you've already counted the victims?" "Yes sir, the CSI was down here same time as the police and medics" the detective told them, "and I'm Detective Annaliese Ramirez, I'm stationed downtown. Amy here has given her statement already." "We appreciate that ma'am, but we need one ourselves" Givens said gently, crouching down to meet eye-to-eye with Amy, while maintaining a respectful distance. "Amy" Givens smiled, startling the girl, "I assume you heard who we are?" "Yes sir" Amy whispered, fighting back tears. "Are you hurt at all?" Givens asked. "No Agent Givens, the bullets missed me" Amy whispered, "but all my friends are dead". "We're sorry for who you have lost" Givens said quietly, patting Amy on the shoulder, "but we need to know, in your words, what happened here". Amy took a breath and started, uninterrupted; "we come here every year to commemorate The Rev's death from Avenged Sevenfold. We had been here for like 1 hour, all gathered in the centre of the park lighting candles for Jimmy, singing and saying prayers, when the shooting started. We all started ducking for cover, trying to escape, and men and women with AK's and machine guns started coming at us from everywhere! I tripped, face down, pretended I had been shot. Then I felt bodies beginning to pile up on top of me! These guys with guns didn't stop shooting for like 10 minutes... they were all dirty-looking, like out of some kind of cult or something. Then I decided to try and get a better look... I saw this fat guy turn up, he looked like he was gay... but he was clearly the leader, shouting out orders. The people were all staring at him, like he was a God... and... and..." Amy broke into crying, she couldn't say anymore. Det. Ramirez went and put her arms around her, began to lead her away, mouthing to the agents and Dusty "we'll talk later".
Dusty's phone started ringing; answering it, he began "Dusty here." "Dusty, its Vegas" the voice on the other end said, "you gotta get down to the town hall, now. There's been a gas attack... funny thing is, it sure as shit don't look like al-Qaeda... looks domestic to me." "Sure thing brother, be down there ASAP... I'm bringin' a coupla feds with me, they're in the game same as us" Dusty said, before hanging up. "What happened now?" Mullen said, frightened. "Gas attack on the town hall, looks like domestic terrorists, not al-Qaeda" Dusty said grimly. "Let's go, now!" Givens said, all three of them running towards the SUV.
Matt looked at Syn, grinning as they sped away in Matt's SUV. "We'll have a nice movie to watch later man, Johnny hacked into the AV feed for the cameras, I can't wait to see those fuckers pissing blood out their ears and asses!" Syn laughed, "Man I can't believe how much of a pussy Johnny is. He wimped out of this one! Good thing we got those guys from the Aryans on our side!". Matt chuckled, smiled, thinking about Johnny- he was being real weird lately, like he was gonna crumble. He also thought about Zacky: he wasn't entirely sure whether to kill Zacky now, maybe Zacky could be talked around, made to see Matt's way. Maybe that would get pussy Johnny back in the game. They got home, and logged onto their private Youtube account, to find that Johnny had the video waiting for them. Setting up the laptop to operate through the LCD TV, Matt and Syn cracked a beer, began watching. It was just like watching a concentration camp scene in the war movies: There were about 300 Right handers gathered in the town hall, meeting for their weekly service. They couldn't use the church since the bombing. Matt and Syn, for their part, had earlier, with some Aryan assistance, wired the sarin gas canisters to run through the ventilation system, activated by remote control. It was a slow-acting sarin, modified to slow down the time of death to 1.5 hours from contact and intensify the pain and damage. Matt knew that 5 minutes in, the sarin gas would hit the people in the building... him and Syn watched, glee spreading across their faces as the fuckers in the hall first inhaled the gas, started screaming slowly unable to breathe, bleeding from every hole in their bodies, rolling around on the floor, eyes popping out of their heads due to the intense pressure from asphyxiation... started attacking each other even, like zombies, pulling faces at the camera, before finally dropping dead.
"Alright pal, let's try this again" Givens sighed as the suspect finished being beaten by both Mullen and Dusty. The suspect was beyond afraid; his eyes were barely recognisable, both arms broken, legs on their way to being broken, an angry red welt around his neck from where Dusty had attacked him, nearly strangling him. However, he was a tough nut to crack, though: he repeatedly spoke in Spanish, glaring and spitting at his captors. Givens seen that the man had gang tattoos, leading him to assert that the shitbag was a former gangbanger that tried to get on the straight and narrow... he just found the wrong church.
"El fin se acerca, los paganos! Arde en el infierno!" the man repeatedly screamed in Spanish, which Dusty, having fought with Mexicans in the army, had translated as " The end is coming, heathens! Burn in Hell!" "¿Sí? Pues verás el Infierno antes de s si usted no comienza puta hablando!" Dusty spit in Spanish, prompting the man to go wide-eyed, choking and gagging, start crying, "Por favor, señor, por el amor de Dios! Yo voy a contar todo". Dusty interpreted this as "Please sir, for the love of God! I'll tell you everything". "Right" Dusty announced, smacking the man and holding a USP .45 to his head, "start talkin, you Spanish fuck, or the Devil'll be havin' your fat ass for his dessert tonight... and every other night after that for eternity, in the fire!" Givens scrambled for a tape recorder, and Mullen sat back, relaxed, ready to proceed with the interrogation.... only to have his mobile start ringing. He answered; "Mullen."
"Chief Mullen!" The voice sounded terrified, "you gotta get your ass down here NOW! There's just been a mass shooting at the Hickock Park! Multiple fatalities! Victims look like they're all teenagers! We're talkin' HUNDREDS!" Get yourself and Givens down here PRONTO!". Mullen didn't fuck around; he shouted to Givens "mass shooting at Hickock! Load up, it's a shitstorm down there!" Givens scrambled to load up; his gun loaded, SUV car keys in hand, he sprinted out the door. Just then, the captive man started laughing like a maniac. Mullen stopped, stared, beyond furious. "It's happened, amigo" the man shouted, eyes alight, "the non-believers have been cleansed. Bless God, and bless our great leader Michael Yahweh!" Mullen, blacking out, started to raise his .45 Kimber... only to have Dusty beat him to it, who shot him point-blank with his USP .45. The man's head near exploded, spraying blood, brain matter and bits of skull behind him on the wall. "No use wasting our time on this piece of shit, we'll find someone else to have a bit of fun with later" Dusty said laconically, grabbing his M4-A5. Mullen and Dusty decided to leave the man where he was; no one knew where they were, they'd clean up later. Racing towards the SUV outside the shack in the desert, they jumped in, Givens already behind the wheel, taking off as Dusty was still getting his leg in the car.
"What the fuck took so long?!" Givens demanded. "Asshole knew about the massacre all along, he was laughing about it" Dusty said grimly, "he won't be seein' anymore bloodshed though." "You shot him?" Givens said incredulously, "Jesus H Christ, we coulda kept him for further questioning!" "Arr hell Raylan, he was only a grunt" Mullen smiled, "we'll find someone worth it later. Besides, first time it wasn't YOU who shot someone, huh?" "Hahaha, very funny Art, kiss my ass" Raylan grumbled, speeding towards the large township. The closer they got to town, the more apparent the pandemonium was. Cops and ambulances and National Guard everywhere. Givens had to go through multiple checkpoints (with Dusty nearly being arrested for having a rifle before the cop manning the last checkpoint found out who he was) before reaching the crime scene.
"Oh my Lord!" Mullen exclaimed, jumping out of the vehicle, Givens and Dusty following. The scene was pure destruction, bringing Dusty back to his time in Afghanistan: bodies, looking like in the hundreds, strewn about all over the park, blood everywhere. "Jesus, was anyone left alive?" Givens whispered to himself, horrified. Even Dusty, a hardened military operative who thought he had seen the worst of human nature, wasn't exactly prepared for this. He could make out the Deathbat symbol on just about every t-shirt on the corpses. A lot of them were very young, the oldest-looking could have been just 21, the youngest looking like they were at least 11 or 12. "Who the FUCKING HELL kills a bunch of goddamn KIDS!!!?" Art shouted in frustration. Givens looked white, terrified; they were dealing with an enemy whose extremism far outweighed al-Qaeda's. Dusty knew that they needed to work fast, and NOW: he knew a revenge attack from the Avenged camp was on its way. All 3 walked towards a young detective, who was talking to what looked like a survivor. Dusty estimated the girl to be about 15, 16: black hair down past her back, eye shadow (runny with tears), caked in blood. Obviously severely shaken up. The detective wasn't a bad looker either: looked Mexican, with green eyes, a pretty face. "Excuse me, ma'am?" Givens enquired politely; the detective looked up, obviously close to tears herself, "Special Agents Mullen and Givens, FBI" Givens said quietly, him and Mullen drawing out their ID's. The detective looked at them, them at Dusty, "and you?" "Ma'am, I'm an operator with the US Army 1st SFOD-D, otherwise known to you as the Delta Force" Dusty stated, "and I can't give my name or any form of ID, other than my codename, Dusty". "I believe you, the FBI wouldn't drag an ordinary civvy with them on something like this" the detective said, her voice breaking, "this here is Amy, she was the sole survivor out of the 235 people who died here." "235?" Mullens exclaimed, "you've already counted the victims?" "Yes sir, the CSI was down here same time as the police and medics" the detective told them, "and I'm Detective Annaliese Ramirez, I'm stationed downtown. Amy here has given her statement already." "We appreciate that ma'am, but we need one ourselves" Givens said gently, crouching down to meet eye-to-eye with Amy, while maintaining a respectful distance. "Amy" Givens smiled, startling the girl, "I assume you heard who we are?" "Yes sir" Amy whispered, fighting back tears. "Are you hurt at all?" Givens asked. "No Agent Givens, the bullets missed me" Amy whispered, "but all my friends are dead". "We're sorry for who you have lost" Givens said quietly, patting Amy on the shoulder, "but we need to know, in your words, what happened here". Amy took a breath and started, uninterrupted; "we come here every year to commemorate The Rev's death from Avenged Sevenfold. We had been here for like 1 hour, all gathered in the centre of the park lighting candles for Jimmy, singing and saying prayers, when the shooting started. We all started ducking for cover, trying to escape, and men and women with AK's and machine guns started coming at us from everywhere! I tripped, face down, pretended I had been shot. Then I felt bodies beginning to pile up on top of me! These guys with guns didn't stop shooting for like 10 minutes... they were all dirty-looking, like out of some kind of cult or something. Then I decided to try and get a better look... I saw this fat guy turn up, he looked like he was gay... but he was clearly the leader, shouting out orders. The people were all staring at him, like he was a God... and... and..." Amy broke into crying, she couldn't say anymore. Det. Ramirez went and put her arms around her, began to lead her away, mouthing to the agents and Dusty "we'll talk later".
Dusty's phone started ringing; answering it, he began "Dusty here." "Dusty, its Vegas" the voice on the other end said, "you gotta get down to the town hall, now. There's been a gas attack... funny thing is, it sure as shit don't look like al-Qaeda... looks domestic to me." "Sure thing brother, be down there ASAP... I'm bringin' a coupla feds with me, they're in the game same as us" Dusty said, before hanging up. "What happened now?" Mullen said, frightened. "Gas attack on the town hall, looks like domestic terrorists, not al-Qaeda" Dusty said grimly. "Let's go, now!" Givens said, all three of them running towards the SUV.
Matt looked at Syn, grinning as they sped away in Matt's SUV. "We'll have a nice movie to watch later man, Johnny hacked into the AV feed for the cameras, I can't wait to see those fuckers pissing blood out their ears and asses!" Syn laughed, "Man I can't believe how much of a pussy Johnny is. He wimped out of this one! Good thing we got those guys from the Aryans on our side!". Matt chuckled, smiled, thinking about Johnny- he was being real weird lately, like he was gonna crumble. He also thought about Zacky: he wasn't entirely sure whether to kill Zacky now, maybe Zacky could be talked around, made to see Matt's way. Maybe that would get pussy Johnny back in the game. They got home, and logged onto their private Youtube account, to find that Johnny had the video waiting for them. Setting up the laptop to operate through the LCD TV, Matt and Syn cracked a beer, began watching. It was just like watching a concentration camp scene in the war movies: There were about 300 Right handers gathered in the town hall, meeting for their weekly service. They couldn't use the church since the bombing. Matt and Syn, for their part, had earlier, with some Aryan assistance, wired the sarin gas canisters to run through the ventilation system, activated by remote control. It was a slow-acting sarin, modified to slow down the time of death to 1.5 hours from contact and intensify the pain and damage. Matt knew that 5 minutes in, the sarin gas would hit the people in the building... him and Syn watched, glee spreading across their faces as the fuckers in the hall first inhaled the gas, started screaming slowly unable to breathe, bleeding from every hole in their bodies, rolling around on the floor, eyes popping out of their heads due to the intense pressure from asphyxiation... started attacking each other even, like zombies, pulling faces at the camera, before finally dropping dead.
10/8/13