God Hates Us All
11. "Please help me get away from them!"
"Okay, you ready for this?" Dusty asked Zacky as Agent Givens fitted the hidden, micro-thin wire inside Zacky's clothing. This wire, undetectable to the naked eye, was capable of capturing high definition audio within a radius of 100 feet... and could be directed to capture general going ons in the world or focus on a particular target, able to be activated and deactivated at will. A state-of-the-art transmitter was attached to Zacky's left shoulder blade, which contained a tiny data back-up device that saved anything that it picked up on... particularly useful for catching Mafia bosses these days. Except that Zacky knew that he wasn't dealing with Mafia bosses. He was dealing with deranged mass murderers and terrorists, who almost never, EVER let their guard down, unlike the fat cats who called themselves crime bosses.
"Yeah, I'm ready" Zacky said, knowing full well that it was going to be a while before he could actually live his life again. He would not give up, though, until his old friends were either incarcerated or dead. Well... except for Johnny. He was going to try and get him away from the others somehow.
Givens drove Zacky to where Johnny's house was; Dusty and Mullen had received "actionable intel" that Johnny's apartment had been transformed into the HQ of Avenged. Various neo-Nazi gang members had been photographed at the house, as well as Avenged themselves. Matt had called Zacky 2 weeks ago, actually; he had offered to drop his pursuit of Zacky if Zacky listened to what him and Syn had to say. Zacky saw this as his chance to infiltrate the group, to "rebuild" their once-brotherly relationship... and stop the killing once and for all. For the first time in his life, Zacky felt detached, able to do what the FBI and Dusty wanted him to do, without getting attached- Matt and Syn's crimes had well and truly placed them beyond Zacky's forgiveness and goodwill ever again.
"Now remember, don't act strange- act a little nervous, but nervous like you've just had a fight the night before, and are coming over to apologize, not nervous as in you're going undercover with the enemy" Givens instructed him, issuing Zacky with a mobile phone used by FBI Special Ops, and a USP .45, should the need arise to defend himself. Zacky nodded silently. "Agent Givens... watch Annaliese for me, won't you?" Zacky asked. "She'll be safe, Dusty's camped up with her. It'll take the Devil himself to finish Dusty off" Givens said grimly. Dusty, for his part, had filled Annaliese in on everything Zacky was doing; he didn't want to at first, as it was a highly secret Special Ops that him, Zacky and the FBI were undertaking, an operation that the US Government could deny all knowledge of should the operatives get killed or captured by the enemy. But they had decided that Annaliese was too close to Zacky, liable to ask too many questions... they figured it would be easier in the end to tell her, therefore eliminating any possible risk that she could compromise the entire op; she was now not likely to do something stupid now that she knew what was happening, and knew well to stay out of the way. Givens was switching focus between Avenged and Michael Yahweh; Mullen himself was handling the operation to stop Michael Yahweh and his cult.
Zacky stepped out of Givens' SUV and started walking toward his own car, parked a few feet away from Johnny's apartment. He turned to Givens, giving a nod; the only people he would get to see during the op, apart from Avenged, was Mullen, Givens and Dusty, purely to debrief after each day.
Zacky knocked on Johnny's door. "Coming" came the all-familiar voice of Johnny having just woken up. The door opened, Johnny's droopy eyes widening in shock. "Zacky?" he croaked. Zacky said nothing, pulling him into a hug, which Johnny returned. Zack stepped back, eyeing Johnny up and down: he looked like shit, to put it kindly. Haircuts seemed to be something that Johnny hadn't even remembered existed; his hair was long and down his back all over the place. A beard that hadn't seen a razor for quite some time obscured half of Johnny's face. Black eyes and bruises all over him. Deadened eyes. Zacky felt immediate hatred towards Matt and Syn for putting Johnny through all of this, but kept his face in a smile. "Wow, bro, you look... umm... furry?" Zacky quipped. Johnny, however, had more important things on his mind than Zacky's bad jokes. Pulling Zacky closer, whispering frantically, "Zacky, bro, you gotta help me. Please help me get away from them!" Zacky looked at the pathetic, worn-out, tiny man before him and couldn't help but feel an immediate wave of sadness for him. "Johnny, listen man... I'm sorry about what I said before. I really am... I'm gettin' ya out of this." Johnny looked thankful, beckoned Zacky inside.
Zacky felt trepidation as he walked with Johnny through the house. His heart nearly stopped dead when he seen Matt and Syn sitting on the couch, looking like they had had a huge drug bender the night before. They certainly looked terrible; Matt had slimmed down a heap, his hair going down his back, looking worn out, but nevertheless his eyes had a look of predatory cruelness that Zacky had never thought possible. Syn looked worse- rail-thin, mad-eyed, hair and beard having not seen clippers for what seemed like years. Nonetheless, they had huge grins on their faces as they stepped up to embrace Zacky. Zacky played the part well, hugging them amongst all the "sorrys", "good to see you guys" and the "let's never fight agains", though he was having immense difficulty suppressing his hatred and revulsion for the pair of them; Matt ordered Johnny, not asked him, to make them coffee, Johnny scuttling away without a word. Syn shut and locked the loungeroom door; Zacky noticed that it had been soundproofed all around the loungeroom, presumably for when guests were over and business needed to be discussed.
"That little shit, he ain't long for this world" Syn sneered, "he doesn't give a fuck about our cause. It wouldn't surprise me if the little faggot did a runner on us before long. AND he makes shithouse coffee. He's just shit." Zacky's hatred deepened at these words; poor Johnny was being kept prisoner in his own home. It was no longer about avenging loved ones, it seemed, but about these 2 assholes, Matt and Syn. These 2 assholes hell-bent on destruction, not giving a shit about anyone but themselves. "Yeah, I've gotta feeling he's been talkin' to the cops or somethin', betraying us" Matt stated, "we gotta do something about him. But for now, now that our beloved brother Zacky is back in the fold, let's focus on our next objective". Zacky stealthily pressed the secret "record" button attached to his wristwatch, sending the feed to Givens in the SUV.
"So, the sarin attack went way better than what we thought" Matt began, taking on an authoritative air, "but as long as Yahweh lives, he's gonna just keep building up his merry band of shitbags! So, we need to cut the head off the snake, not that it needs saying. Yahweh is one predictable son-of-a-bitch- he's still living in that big-ass gated community the next township 4 miles east of here. For him and his slobbering cocksuckers that he calls his followers! Funny part is, the gates are shit-easy to drive through with, what, even a fuckin' bicycle if we have to! I'm thinkin' that we just knock the gates on their ass, drive in with automatic weapons and just shoot EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CUNT within those gates! Mow 'em all down! But when we get to Yahweh..." Matt's voice dropped, soft, laced with venom, "yeah, we're gonna save him for last. Have a FUCKING-LOT-OF-FUN-WITH-HIM!" Syn whooped, cheered, stared at Matt in admiration, while Zacky only pretended to; deep down, he just wanted to take the .45 hidden in his jacket and execute the pair of them right there and then. But that could not happen; he would not risk the op for anything. "Well I know a couple guys with access to military-grade hardware... all Spec Ops shit" Zacky said, "I'm talkin' laser sights, ACOG scopes, silencers, M4 carbines, .50 rifles... even C4" Matt and Syn stared at him, excited. 'Like wolves with a dead pig' Zacky thought to himself. "Hit up your guys right away and get some of that shit!" Syn shouted excitedly. "Sure thing!" Zacky exclaimed, again the perfect actor, again making it appear that all was okay, that he was 100% down with them, that he was committed to their cause. "But before we do that" Matt suddenly stated, ominously, "we need to kill ourselves a fucking pest. Do a bit of pest control". Zacky, curious, asked "what do you mean?". Syn smiled, gestured towards the kitchen. Zacky immediately began feeling scared, the fear and revulsion silently boiling inside of him, but kept it together, "what the fuck? You guys got roaches in here or some shit?" "A roach, not the bug kind either" Matt said ominously, "a human kind". "What do you mean by that? What are you thinking?" Zacky asked, though he already half-knew what was on Matt's mind. "Johnny, Zacky. Johnny. I need you to kill him."
"Yeah, I'm ready" Zacky said, knowing full well that it was going to be a while before he could actually live his life again. He would not give up, though, until his old friends were either incarcerated or dead. Well... except for Johnny. He was going to try and get him away from the others somehow.
Givens drove Zacky to where Johnny's house was; Dusty and Mullen had received "actionable intel" that Johnny's apartment had been transformed into the HQ of Avenged. Various neo-Nazi gang members had been photographed at the house, as well as Avenged themselves. Matt had called Zacky 2 weeks ago, actually; he had offered to drop his pursuit of Zacky if Zacky listened to what him and Syn had to say. Zacky saw this as his chance to infiltrate the group, to "rebuild" their once-brotherly relationship... and stop the killing once and for all. For the first time in his life, Zacky felt detached, able to do what the FBI and Dusty wanted him to do, without getting attached- Matt and Syn's crimes had well and truly placed them beyond Zacky's forgiveness and goodwill ever again.
"Now remember, don't act strange- act a little nervous, but nervous like you've just had a fight the night before, and are coming over to apologize, not nervous as in you're going undercover with the enemy" Givens instructed him, issuing Zacky with a mobile phone used by FBI Special Ops, and a USP .45, should the need arise to defend himself. Zacky nodded silently. "Agent Givens... watch Annaliese for me, won't you?" Zacky asked. "She'll be safe, Dusty's camped up with her. It'll take the Devil himself to finish Dusty off" Givens said grimly. Dusty, for his part, had filled Annaliese in on everything Zacky was doing; he didn't want to at first, as it was a highly secret Special Ops that him, Zacky and the FBI were undertaking, an operation that the US Government could deny all knowledge of should the operatives get killed or captured by the enemy. But they had decided that Annaliese was too close to Zacky, liable to ask too many questions... they figured it would be easier in the end to tell her, therefore eliminating any possible risk that she could compromise the entire op; she was now not likely to do something stupid now that she knew what was happening, and knew well to stay out of the way. Givens was switching focus between Avenged and Michael Yahweh; Mullen himself was handling the operation to stop Michael Yahweh and his cult.
Zacky stepped out of Givens' SUV and started walking toward his own car, parked a few feet away from Johnny's apartment. He turned to Givens, giving a nod; the only people he would get to see during the op, apart from Avenged, was Mullen, Givens and Dusty, purely to debrief after each day.
Zacky knocked on Johnny's door. "Coming" came the all-familiar voice of Johnny having just woken up. The door opened, Johnny's droopy eyes widening in shock. "Zacky?" he croaked. Zacky said nothing, pulling him into a hug, which Johnny returned. Zack stepped back, eyeing Johnny up and down: he looked like shit, to put it kindly. Haircuts seemed to be something that Johnny hadn't even remembered existed; his hair was long and down his back all over the place. A beard that hadn't seen a razor for quite some time obscured half of Johnny's face. Black eyes and bruises all over him. Deadened eyes. Zacky felt immediate hatred towards Matt and Syn for putting Johnny through all of this, but kept his face in a smile. "Wow, bro, you look... umm... furry?" Zacky quipped. Johnny, however, had more important things on his mind than Zacky's bad jokes. Pulling Zacky closer, whispering frantically, "Zacky, bro, you gotta help me. Please help me get away from them!" Zacky looked at the pathetic, worn-out, tiny man before him and couldn't help but feel an immediate wave of sadness for him. "Johnny, listen man... I'm sorry about what I said before. I really am... I'm gettin' ya out of this." Johnny looked thankful, beckoned Zacky inside.
Zacky felt trepidation as he walked with Johnny through the house. His heart nearly stopped dead when he seen Matt and Syn sitting on the couch, looking like they had had a huge drug bender the night before. They certainly looked terrible; Matt had slimmed down a heap, his hair going down his back, looking worn out, but nevertheless his eyes had a look of predatory cruelness that Zacky had never thought possible. Syn looked worse- rail-thin, mad-eyed, hair and beard having not seen clippers for what seemed like years. Nonetheless, they had huge grins on their faces as they stepped up to embrace Zacky. Zacky played the part well, hugging them amongst all the "sorrys", "good to see you guys" and the "let's never fight agains", though he was having immense difficulty suppressing his hatred and revulsion for the pair of them; Matt ordered Johnny, not asked him, to make them coffee, Johnny scuttling away without a word. Syn shut and locked the loungeroom door; Zacky noticed that it had been soundproofed all around the loungeroom, presumably for when guests were over and business needed to be discussed.
"That little shit, he ain't long for this world" Syn sneered, "he doesn't give a fuck about our cause. It wouldn't surprise me if the little faggot did a runner on us before long. AND he makes shithouse coffee. He's just shit." Zacky's hatred deepened at these words; poor Johnny was being kept prisoner in his own home. It was no longer about avenging loved ones, it seemed, but about these 2 assholes, Matt and Syn. These 2 assholes hell-bent on destruction, not giving a shit about anyone but themselves. "Yeah, I've gotta feeling he's been talkin' to the cops or somethin', betraying us" Matt stated, "we gotta do something about him. But for now, now that our beloved brother Zacky is back in the fold, let's focus on our next objective". Zacky stealthily pressed the secret "record" button attached to his wristwatch, sending the feed to Givens in the SUV.
"So, the sarin attack went way better than what we thought" Matt began, taking on an authoritative air, "but as long as Yahweh lives, he's gonna just keep building up his merry band of shitbags! So, we need to cut the head off the snake, not that it needs saying. Yahweh is one predictable son-of-a-bitch- he's still living in that big-ass gated community the next township 4 miles east of here. For him and his slobbering cocksuckers that he calls his followers! Funny part is, the gates are shit-easy to drive through with, what, even a fuckin' bicycle if we have to! I'm thinkin' that we just knock the gates on their ass, drive in with automatic weapons and just shoot EVERY SINGLE FUCKING CUNT within those gates! Mow 'em all down! But when we get to Yahweh..." Matt's voice dropped, soft, laced with venom, "yeah, we're gonna save him for last. Have a FUCKING-LOT-OF-FUN-WITH-HIM!" Syn whooped, cheered, stared at Matt in admiration, while Zacky only pretended to; deep down, he just wanted to take the .45 hidden in his jacket and execute the pair of them right there and then. But that could not happen; he would not risk the op for anything. "Well I know a couple guys with access to military-grade hardware... all Spec Ops shit" Zacky said, "I'm talkin' laser sights, ACOG scopes, silencers, M4 carbines, .50 rifles... even C4" Matt and Syn stared at him, excited. 'Like wolves with a dead pig' Zacky thought to himself. "Hit up your guys right away and get some of that shit!" Syn shouted excitedly. "Sure thing!" Zacky exclaimed, again the perfect actor, again making it appear that all was okay, that he was 100% down with them, that he was committed to their cause. "But before we do that" Matt suddenly stated, ominously, "we need to kill ourselves a fucking pest. Do a bit of pest control". Zacky, curious, asked "what do you mean?". Syn smiled, gestured towards the kitchen. Zacky immediately began feeling scared, the fear and revulsion silently boiling inside of him, but kept it together, "what the fuck? You guys got roaches in here or some shit?" "A roach, not the bug kind either" Matt said ominously, "a human kind". "What do you mean by that? What are you thinking?" Zacky asked, though he already half-knew what was on Matt's mind. "Johnny, Zacky. Johnny. I need you to kill him."
Notes
Sorry for the delayed update, GTA 5 was my top priority this week :ppeace
10/8/13