Day of Reckoning
5. Kill Order
4 men were present in the dimly lit Chief Given's office: Givens himself, Dusty, Ghost and Zacky. All 4 of them had just got back from Rome. They had all had enough of the carnage, of Matt and Arin running around the world doing whatever the fuck they wanted. Givens had briefed the President, telling him that he was tired of following proper law enforcement procedures to catch them. Givens told the President that he intended to work with the 3 operators he knew and have both terrorists killed once and for all. The President gave him the silent nod to take Matt and Arin out. He had made it clear, though, that this was a black bag operation, that the Government could deny all knowledge if they were ever caught. Givens told him that he had relayed what he wanted to do to his 3 contacts, and all of them knew the risks involved... they were going to kill them, or die trying. The President had even kindly granted Givens a blank cheque. Givens had assured him that they wouldn't need a lot; there were only 4 of them in the op, after all.
The plans had been set. Dusty had received actionable intel that Matt and Arin were just over the border, hiding with Oscar Guerra, one of Mexico's most violent drug lords. Dusty had chosen to go to Mexico, to infiltrate the cartel. Givens would be running the op from Texas. And Zacky and Ghost would also be in Mexico, infiltrating a rival cartel, in the hopes of initiating a war between the cartels, making it easier to draw their targets out. Givens had made it clear that when the shit was to hit the fan, he wanted to know straight away. He wanted to be in the fight, to see Matt and Arin fall.
Annaliese never saw it coming.
She was just preparing to retire for the evening, after talking with her love, Zacky, over the phone. She smiled as she felt the baby kick; it was only 2 months away until her and Zacky would be blessed with the birth of a boy. They had already decided to call him James Navarro Baker; James in honour of Zacky's brother, Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan, and Navarro in honour of Annaliese's father, Navarro Ramirez, her hero and mentor who had tragically died in a shootout with criminals when she was a teenager. She couldn't help but feel slightly worried though; as tough of a man as her husband was, he was up against the most vicious killers anyone had ever heard of. True, one of his biggest enemies, Synyster Gates, was dead, but Matt Shadows and Arin Ilejay were still very much alive... and out for blood. She hoped that Zacky would come out on top, so that they could live happily ever after. And that was the last thought through her mind before the figure hiding under her bed rushed her and knocked her unconscious.
She slowly came back to consciousness, many hours later. She immediately knew something was very wrong. She was in some sort of dank basement, bound tightly to a stretcher, she couldn't move. She screamed as she saw the dead man hanging in front of her. The man was covered in tattoos, was missing both of his arms, caked in dried blood. Annaliese knew those tattoos; this guy was a gangster, probably a rival to whatever cartel or gang was holding her hostage. She was now very afraid; who had brought her here? She began to cry. It seemed like hours before the door to the basement opened, and in stepped a man who had been in her nightmares.
"Ma-Matthew?" she stammered, taking in the full terror of the man in front of her. Her nightmare stared back at her, a look of vicious elation on his face. Matt walked over to her, began caressing her, staring at her hungrily... like an animal. "As much of a pussy as Zacky is, he sure knows how to get the best-looking whores" Matt sneered, running his hands over her pregnant belly. "Don't you dare touch my baby!!!!" she screamed, struggling to break free, to get her hands on this monster, to rip him to shreds. But her efforts were useless. "I don't like it when people talk to me like that!" Matt snarled as he slapped her face. Her face stinging from the impact, Annaliese stared up at him, fear all over her face; "What's going to happen to me?" Matt smiled before answering, "Nothing will happen to you until you and your faggot husband are reunited in this room... then you'll have the pleasure of watching him die" Matt spat as he touched her again, before exiting the room. Annaliese knew it was futile to scream for help. All she could do was sob.
The plans had been set. Dusty had received actionable intel that Matt and Arin were just over the border, hiding with Oscar Guerra, one of Mexico's most violent drug lords. Dusty had chosen to go to Mexico, to infiltrate the cartel. Givens would be running the op from Texas. And Zacky and Ghost would also be in Mexico, infiltrating a rival cartel, in the hopes of initiating a war between the cartels, making it easier to draw their targets out. Givens had made it clear that when the shit was to hit the fan, he wanted to know straight away. He wanted to be in the fight, to see Matt and Arin fall.
Annaliese never saw it coming.
She was just preparing to retire for the evening, after talking with her love, Zacky, over the phone. She smiled as she felt the baby kick; it was only 2 months away until her and Zacky would be blessed with the birth of a boy. They had already decided to call him James Navarro Baker; James in honour of Zacky's brother, Jimmy "The Rev" Sullivan, and Navarro in honour of Annaliese's father, Navarro Ramirez, her hero and mentor who had tragically died in a shootout with criminals when she was a teenager. She couldn't help but feel slightly worried though; as tough of a man as her husband was, he was up against the most vicious killers anyone had ever heard of. True, one of his biggest enemies, Synyster Gates, was dead, but Matt Shadows and Arin Ilejay were still very much alive... and out for blood. She hoped that Zacky would come out on top, so that they could live happily ever after. And that was the last thought through her mind before the figure hiding under her bed rushed her and knocked her unconscious.
She slowly came back to consciousness, many hours later. She immediately knew something was very wrong. She was in some sort of dank basement, bound tightly to a stretcher, she couldn't move. She screamed as she saw the dead man hanging in front of her. The man was covered in tattoos, was missing both of his arms, caked in dried blood. Annaliese knew those tattoos; this guy was a gangster, probably a rival to whatever cartel or gang was holding her hostage. She was now very afraid; who had brought her here? She began to cry. It seemed like hours before the door to the basement opened, and in stepped a man who had been in her nightmares.
"Ma-Matthew?" she stammered, taking in the full terror of the man in front of her. Her nightmare stared back at her, a look of vicious elation on his face. Matt walked over to her, began caressing her, staring at her hungrily... like an animal. "As much of a pussy as Zacky is, he sure knows how to get the best-looking whores" Matt sneered, running his hands over her pregnant belly. "Don't you dare touch my baby!!!!" she screamed, struggling to break free, to get her hands on this monster, to rip him to shreds. But her efforts were useless. "I don't like it when people talk to me like that!" Matt snarled as he slapped her face. Her face stinging from the impact, Annaliese stared up at him, fear all over her face; "What's going to happen to me?" Matt smiled before answering, "Nothing will happen to you until you and your faggot husband are reunited in this room... then you'll have the pleasure of watching him die" Matt spat as he touched her again, before exiting the room. Annaliese knew it was futile to scream for help. All she could do was sob.
Holy shit!!!
3/18/14