“I mentioned that fact but they told me I was too young to understand. I told them I wouldn’t go to DC with them no matter what.”
“I’ll talk to a few of my friends in DC. They’ll whisper a few words of wisdom in your parents’ ears. Phil is still on a probationary list of people who can go to prison over the passport office terrorist thread. They might travel to DC but the doors will all be closed.”
“Thank you.”
“I’ll keep it very quiet. I don’t want them suspecting you had anything to do with it.”
“You look like your head’s going to explode, Mom,” Jean observed.
“I will speak no evil of Sonny’s parents even if I pop a vein holding it in. Don’t you think it would be a good idea if Sonny at least found out what plan they’re hatching?”
“I’ll keep listening… I wasn’t going to say anything until I was sure, but I heard Nick’s name mentioned a couple times. They heard me move and shut up. I haven’t forgotten though. I know my folks can be dangerous,” Sonny explained. “I don’t want them involved in something so deeply you have to kill them. They’re so stupid!”
“Easy, kid,” Nick said. “I’m not going to kill them. That’s off the table. We’ll make sure they don’t go off the cliff of ignorant actions. Pilgrim’s Way Books wants me to do a signing tomorrow. Saturday is a big tourist moment so there will probably be a big crowd even though it’s a short notice signing. Johnny Five can’t come this time but Gus will be there. Would you two like to come? Remember, it’s strictly voluntary.”
“Yes!” Jean pumped a fist. “Sonny hasn’t seen you drill a book killer right between the eyes yet like I did.”
“Jean! Oh my God… one more word and you’ll never see the inside of a bookstore again. I’m glad Gus is going. I have to work or I’d bring my Ruger over there too. I’ve noticed you’re getting some hostile reviews over the Muslim targets Diego has been dealing with, reflecting your real life jaunts into danger against the religion of peace.”
“The fans ripped them apart,” Nick replied. “I think the gloves are off as far as the actual blue collar citizenry are concerned. They know what’s in the Quran now, thanks to not only researchers, but also historians, who know the bloody truth about fourteen hundred years of pedophilia, inbreeding, slavery, female subjugation, and conquest. I’m certain they’re not fans of my novels so the only way they’ll ever protest a book signing is if they come with at least a hundred of their murdering mutant brethren. It won’t go well for them.”
“Hey… let’s not do a major battle with Jean and Sonny in the middle of it, Muerto.”
“Not in my plan. Believe me, Rach. I don’t want anything to happen at a book signing. I was just letting you know I’ve noticed the new book killing reviews from the ‘outraged’ Muslims. I can tell within a sentence they haven’t read the book. They do have the premise of their negative comments right. I know who the enemy of the world is: Islam and its acolytes. Therefore, my avatar Diego also reflects my current feelings about the Islamic scourge trying to stuff Sharia Law and No-Go zones down my throat. I can’t let anything get in the way of this reality where our existence as a free nation depends on us making the right decisions to save our nation.”
“I’m with you, Dad! Doin’ right ain’t got no end.”
“Jean!” Rachel bumped her head into the passenger car window. “I’m going to hell.”
Nick was enjoying the comment so much while trying to drive the car, he earned a head slap from his mate. “Hey… no hitting. I have Gus and Tina coming over later. Issac is busy so it’ll just be Payaso and T-Rex. I have five hundred more words to write in ‘Blood Beach’. Let’s get home, figure out drinks and snacks, and enjoy our deck time. I’m sure you two young buggers have weekend homework. This will be an excellent time for your assignments to get done under adult supervision and help.”
“We need to train, Dad,” Jean stated. “Sonny and I will practice with the knives and after the book signing we’ll go to the range for firearms training.”
Nick didn’t look around. “You’ll get your young butts up to the deck, do the entire weekend’s homework, and then we’ll talk about other training.”
“Okay… but our participation in a homework marathon is under protest,” Jean replied.
“You’re cruising for a time out from all input, girl,” Rachel jumped into the conversation immediately at that point. “Speak ill of the homework completion and you’ll not only complete your homework, but you will be without an electronic device for two weeks.”
“This is like being under Sharia Law!”
Nick grinned back at Jean. “Nope. If you were under Sharia Law, you wouldn’t be able to learn how to read, much less go to school and travel a block without escort and burka.”
“Not fair! You pulled the Muslim reality card on me, Dad.”
“Yeah… I did.”
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