God Hates Us All
15. Hunted
It had been 4 weeks since Michael Yahweh was assassinated.
The Church of the Right Hand of the Holy Trinity had virtually ceased to exist, its members either being arrested or killed in firefights with the police and the military. Dusty had been appointed commander of the clean-up operation, deputising Agents Givens and Mullen as secondary commanders. Named Operation Spring Cleaning, it aimed to remove all hostile threats from the state of Texas, with the President approving Kill/Capture orders on all known suspects. Starting 2 days after the killing of Yahweh, within 4 weeks all documented members of the cult were either in the temporary camp built to detain the terrorists, or lying in the county morgue.
Dusty knew that the legal proceedings wouldn't take long; no-one was asking for a deal. These idiots were all prepared to give their lives for their dead leader, and of the 40 cult members that had been detained, all swore that they were prepared to die rather than help the authorities... and they were all facing the death penalty. Each and every one of them. Dusty was planning a meeting with Givens, Mullen, the Texas Chief of Police, the Governor and a few other officials to start focusing on finding and neutralizing the other threat: 2 gentlemen known as Matthew Charles Sanders and Brian Elwin Haner Junior.
Matt was nervous; he had a more dangerous enemy now that the cult was done for, which was the police and the military. He wasn't so much as nervous for himself as he was for Syn; both of them stood no chance if the military ever came for them. One of their Mexican gangbanger associates had shown them intel that Zacky had been working with the police and the military all along; Matt somehow knew that Zacky had taped all of their conversations, and him and Syn were certain to face the death penalty if they were ever caught. He knew now why and how Johnny had disappeared so quickly. He also knew that there was no hope of killing them, knowing that doing so would lead to the death chamber in the Texas State Penitentiary. No, there was only one thing left to do for both him and Syn- flee the country in secret. He swore to himself that even if he was killed by the army or the police trying to escape, there was no way he would let Syn suffer the same fate.
Syn, for his part, was completely relaxed about the whole affair. He knew a guy who could get them out of the country in less than an hour. He also knew where to go, where him and Matt could hide: Russia. From there, they could plan revenge on Johnny and Zacky.
It was a simple plan, and it worked better than thought. All Matt and Syn did was drive across the desert in a stolen Highway Patrol car, making it look like they were tailing a suspect. They made it to the airfield, where Syn's pilot friend was waiting for them, to fly them over the US border into Mexico. They made it over the border without any hassle. Now they had to make their way to a larger airfield used by the drug cartels, to hop aboard a bigger plane. From there they would fly to Russia, already ensuring that the Russian Customs were paid off to let Matt and Syn waltz right through airport security. As the plane took off for Europe, Matt smiled to himself while sitting in the cargo hold: everywhere they had ever stayed in Texas should be burned to the ground removing any trace of them ever living there.
"Sir, there were 2 separate fires, one on a ranch a bit out of town and one at an apartment block near the ghetto" a uniformed officer informed Dusty, "everything was destroyed... we did find a note, though. It's addressed to you". Dusty gave his thanks to the officer and opened the letter. It was just as he had feared:
DEAR ASSHOLE
WHAT KIND OF POLICE FORCE AND ARMY FORCE ARE YOU RUNNING? BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS, WE WOULD HAVE ALREADY LEFT THIS GODFORSAKEN SHITHEAP YOU CALL A COUNTRY. IT WAS EASY; WE KILLED SOME FAT-ASS HIGHWAY COP AND STOLE HIS CAR, AND FLEW OVER THE BORDER. WE COULD TELL YOU WHERE WE ARE GOING, BUT THAT WOULD SPOIL THE FUN, WOULD IT NOT? GOOD LUCK FINDING US, IF YOU DO, EVEN AS YOU SEND THOSE PATHETIC EXCUSES OF YOUR TROOPS TO ARREST OR SHOOT US, WE'LL BE FAR AWAY AGAIN BEFORE THEY CAN EVEN PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER. HAVE A NICE LIFE, OLD MAN.
LOVE FROM MATT SANDERS AND BRIAN HANER.
PS: I'D KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON YOUR BOY ZACKY FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF YOU EVER WANNA KEEP HIM ALIVE. JOHNNY TOO.
Dusty finished the letter, looking extremely grim. So Matthew and Brian fled, did they? It fucked things up all of a sudden. "Givens?" he called out to his Deputy Commander. "Dusty?" Givens enquired, strolling in smoking a cigarette. "Tell Mullen that we gotta brief the troops... our friends have fled the country. It's gonna be a hell of a time digging them up again."
The Church of the Right Hand of the Holy Trinity had virtually ceased to exist, its members either being arrested or killed in firefights with the police and the military. Dusty had been appointed commander of the clean-up operation, deputising Agents Givens and Mullen as secondary commanders. Named Operation Spring Cleaning, it aimed to remove all hostile threats from the state of Texas, with the President approving Kill/Capture orders on all known suspects. Starting 2 days after the killing of Yahweh, within 4 weeks all documented members of the cult were either in the temporary camp built to detain the terrorists, or lying in the county morgue.
Dusty knew that the legal proceedings wouldn't take long; no-one was asking for a deal. These idiots were all prepared to give their lives for their dead leader, and of the 40 cult members that had been detained, all swore that they were prepared to die rather than help the authorities... and they were all facing the death penalty. Each and every one of them. Dusty was planning a meeting with Givens, Mullen, the Texas Chief of Police, the Governor and a few other officials to start focusing on finding and neutralizing the other threat: 2 gentlemen known as Matthew Charles Sanders and Brian Elwin Haner Junior.
Matt was nervous; he had a more dangerous enemy now that the cult was done for, which was the police and the military. He wasn't so much as nervous for himself as he was for Syn; both of them stood no chance if the military ever came for them. One of their Mexican gangbanger associates had shown them intel that Zacky had been working with the police and the military all along; Matt somehow knew that Zacky had taped all of their conversations, and him and Syn were certain to face the death penalty if they were ever caught. He knew now why and how Johnny had disappeared so quickly. He also knew that there was no hope of killing them, knowing that doing so would lead to the death chamber in the Texas State Penitentiary. No, there was only one thing left to do for both him and Syn- flee the country in secret. He swore to himself that even if he was killed by the army or the police trying to escape, there was no way he would let Syn suffer the same fate.
Syn, for his part, was completely relaxed about the whole affair. He knew a guy who could get them out of the country in less than an hour. He also knew where to go, where him and Matt could hide: Russia. From there, they could plan revenge on Johnny and Zacky.
It was a simple plan, and it worked better than thought. All Matt and Syn did was drive across the desert in a stolen Highway Patrol car, making it look like they were tailing a suspect. They made it to the airfield, where Syn's pilot friend was waiting for them, to fly them over the US border into Mexico. They made it over the border without any hassle. Now they had to make their way to a larger airfield used by the drug cartels, to hop aboard a bigger plane. From there they would fly to Russia, already ensuring that the Russian Customs were paid off to let Matt and Syn waltz right through airport security. As the plane took off for Europe, Matt smiled to himself while sitting in the cargo hold: everywhere they had ever stayed in Texas should be burned to the ground removing any trace of them ever living there.
"Sir, there were 2 separate fires, one on a ranch a bit out of town and one at an apartment block near the ghetto" a uniformed officer informed Dusty, "everything was destroyed... we did find a note, though. It's addressed to you". Dusty gave his thanks to the officer and opened the letter. It was just as he had feared:
DEAR ASSHOLE
WHAT KIND OF POLICE FORCE AND ARMY FORCE ARE YOU RUNNING? BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS, WE WOULD HAVE ALREADY LEFT THIS GODFORSAKEN SHITHEAP YOU CALL A COUNTRY. IT WAS EASY; WE KILLED SOME FAT-ASS HIGHWAY COP AND STOLE HIS CAR, AND FLEW OVER THE BORDER. WE COULD TELL YOU WHERE WE ARE GOING, BUT THAT WOULD SPOIL THE FUN, WOULD IT NOT? GOOD LUCK FINDING US, IF YOU DO, EVEN AS YOU SEND THOSE PATHETIC EXCUSES OF YOUR TROOPS TO ARREST OR SHOOT US, WE'LL BE FAR AWAY AGAIN BEFORE THEY CAN EVEN PULL THE FUCKING TRIGGER. HAVE A NICE LIFE, OLD MAN.
LOVE FROM MATT SANDERS AND BRIAN HANER.
PS: I'D KEEP A CLOSE EYE ON YOUR BOY ZACKY FOR THE REST OF HIS LIFE IF YOU EVER WANNA KEEP HIM ALIVE. JOHNNY TOO.
Dusty finished the letter, looking extremely grim. So Matthew and Brian fled, did they? It fucked things up all of a sudden. "Givens?" he called out to his Deputy Commander. "Dusty?" Givens enquired, strolling in smoking a cigarette. "Tell Mullen that we gotta brief the troops... our friends have fled the country. It's gonna be a hell of a time digging them up again."
10/8/13