“No, we could skip your birthday, Payaso. We can’t skip the video. Duct tape Yuri next to Malik while I arrange the camera.”
Ten minutes later, the Unholy Trio in full costume hovered around Malik and Yuri with camera recording. Both men had their mouths duct taped shut, but their eyes reflected the terror of their situation more effectively than any words. Nick as El Muerto with both mask and cape strode in front of the camera. Gus and John stood in the shadows behind their prisoners with arms folded over chests. Nick positioned a light so Gus’s clown mask, and John’s eerily highlighted El Kabong mask glowed in the darkened room.
“This is El Muerto! The Unholy Trio of El Muerto, the dangerous Payaso, and the deadly El Kabong struck early this morning to obliterate another small army of saboteurs, hell bent on the destruction of America! They worked right here in our own country, stockpiling weapons underground like jackals, experimenting with biological weapons, and training guerilla soldiers. The Unholy Trio killed them all, except for these two. El Kabong infiltrated this deadly cell, and was nearly tortured to death. He will deliver the end to these two saboteurs. Our hallowed government agencies will be directed to this site so all cleanup of hazardous materials can be done.”
Nick stepped aside, gesturing at John. “Take out these last two in cruel and horrific form, El Kabong, so that our enemy knows we will not hesitate to match their brutality!”
John immediately slit the throats of Yuri and Malik, their arterial blood spraying in horrific fashion. The chairs they were duct taped to crashed to the floor and splintered under the violence of the men’s death throes. Nick moved in front of the camera once again, pumping his fist.
“Death to the enemies of America! Beware the Unholy Trio! We are everywhere!”
Gus walked around to turn off the camera. “Well, Muerto, that was a ghastly movie, especially when you edit in the exploding burial of over twenty men in there, coupled with your find in the lab, and weapons room. Even you must be satiated after this adventure.”
“Less talk and more packing, Payaso,” Nick said while stuffing his costume into the equipment bag. “I should take some of the hardware in that damn weapons room, but I don’t want anything traceable with us by error. That bio lab is a bad thing. If these assholes are building bio weapons stockpiles in these supposed privately innocent ‘Muslim Communities’, we are in trouble. This one was a secret underground seed of destruction. Think about these bozos building labs under Mosques, using them as shields as they did to kill our soldiers overseas.”
“That is why this strike was so important,” John added. He followed Nick and Gus into the corridor. “They believe they are untouchable. We at least put doubt into their minds, and our video will make their heads explode.”
“Right you are, Kabong,” Nick replied. “The government doesn’t allow the kids we’re sending overseas to die in some sand toilet to fight a war, so we’ll have to give the enemy small glimpses of what will happen when we finally do decide to fight this like a war.”
“If we ever do,” Gus said. “Do something about your people, Kabong.”
“I did. You were standing next to me during the video. It is embarrassing to admit this to two infidels, but my people are not peaceful religious followers of Allah. We have been third world, small minded monsters for centuries. We breed like rabbits, and refuse to assimilate into any culture other than murderous Sharia Law driven kingdoms of death. You infidels are doomed.”
“He’s right, Muerto.”
Nick grinned. “I just thought of an idea how we can combat this plague Kabong speaks of. I’m starting my own backfire with Pacific Grove as the fire line.”
“This is going to be good, Kabong.” Gus threw his bag of equipment inside the GMC. “Spit it out, oh oracle of death.”
“Dimah Kader has a cousin escaping the East Coast wing of the crazy Kader family. She asked me to help. I will introduce the cousin to our suave, sophisticated, and deadly El Kabong. They will fall in love, marry, and have so many children raised as likeminded Kabongs, the Islamists, who are dumber than a bag of rocks anyway, won’t stand a chance. We will have Kabong Law instead of Sharia.”
“Did you let Muerto run around without his gas mask on, Kabong?”
“I would hear more of this cousin, Payaso. I did not know you had a hidden skill as a matchmaker, Muerto.”
Nick shut the rear hatch after throwing his pack and equipment bag in the back. “Muerto has many skills, Kabong. You ride shotgun next to the doubtful Payaso. He doubts the skill of El Muerto until he sees with his own eyes the skillful conclusion of yet another Muerto miracle.”
“Great. He’s launched into third person El Muerto again. Hand me the Giants cap out of the glove compartment, Kabong.”