“Don’t worry about that,” Gus replied. “Johnny would hound the shit out of me if I didn’t. He knows Lynn will want to join us in the movie. He’s been dying to make another movie with Crusader Crue. We better put the Cleaner in a costume too or she’ll be pissed.”
“You’re right. We’ll have to invent a name for her too. Hey… how about Scourge?”
“Oh man… that’s really good. She’ll go nuts over that one. We have to keep her happy. We need Cleaner Cala. She’s much more efficient than you were. When you help her, Johnny and I think of you as the assistant.”
“Good one,” Nick allowed. “A backup helicopter pilot is a winner too. Have you gotten Issac settled somewhere?”
“Tina found him a house near us. Until we get the papers settled, he’s staying at the Martine Inn. He loves it, but he wants his own place. With the amount of money we’ve confiscated lately, it was petty cash. Speaking of confiscated money what do you have planned for former Senator Cameron? That was one convoluted frame job she tried to play on you.”
“I’m thinking of asking Crue’s minion, Sylvio, to make me one of those portable acupuncture foot heel devices. It leaves no mark and a forty minute session of treatment will teach Di a lesson she’ll never forget.”
“She deserves it. I doubt Cameron will stop trying to get you one way or another. That prank should have cost her the deal she made to resign without prosecution.”
“I’m thinking we’ll take care of Kader in New York and stop by Maine to see the former Senator,” Nick replied. “It’s a nice thought to reeducate Cameron but I’m afraid we’ll need to save her for another time. She’ll be busy answering for her minion, Dorsett.”
“I used to think I’d like to lie low, keep out of trouble, and live the good life without thought to the destruction of a nation. Never again. After all the Isis attacks and attempted attacks coupled with a resurging Al-Qaeda, I want to be one of the violent men allowing other more peaceful souls to sleep at night without worry.”
“Amen, brother. Pilot Hill will be our first actual offensive against these Isis mutants.”
*
“Hello there,” Nick said in his device altered voice. The Unholy Trio and the newly named Scourge ringed the gurneys with strapped in captives. “I’ll save you some time. You three are new illegal Muslim mutants arriving from our porous Southern Border. We researched your pictures and fingerprints. You’re wanted by Interpol pussies who couldn’t catch a cold. The US Marshals decided we could help you three into the light once we found out everything you dunces came here to do. We know you originated from Saudi Arabia. Omar Kazir. You’re up first, big guy. Tell me what you’re doing here looking for Nick McCarty.”
“I will tell you nothing!” Omar and his companions stared at the black-light illuminated horror scenes on the ceiling above them. The creepy theme from the ‘Exorcist’ movie played in a hushed accompaniment.
“Oh my… I was hoping you’d say that.” Nick walked toward him with scalpel in hand. “I don’t have the new tools yet so we’re going old school today. You’re probably wondering why we stripped you munchkins down to your underwear. Let me show you.”
Nick cut Omar from his breastbone to his groin. Johnny sprinkled bleach into the screaming Omar’s wound over his bulging intestines. They allowed Omar to scream on until he passed out from the pain three minutes later. Nick gestured over the other two terrified men.
“Now that I’ve cleared any notion in your tiny minds about whether we take no for an answer, let’s get started. You’re next, Solomon Didi.” Nick pointed at the thin man with thick black beard on the gurney at the opposite end from Omar. “Yes, we know your name too. First, tell us where you and your buddies are staying, where the room key-cards are, where the vehicle is you parked near the school, and then get talking nitwit or I start cutting. We have the Ford keys from Omar’s pocket.”
“The Monterey Hotel. The green Ford Explorer we rented is parked a block in the opposite direction from where you left your vehicle. Our identification and hotel keys are in the glove compartment. We…we were sent to hire McCarty before Al-Kadi could reach out to him. Saudi Prince Rabiah Al-Saud sent us. He wishes to have McCarty kill Saran Al-Kadi. On the Dark Web it is rumored McCarty was approached to kill the Prince. We were either to hire McCarty or kill him,” Didi confessed, realizing he would never see the light of day again anyway.
“Very good, Mr. Didi. Why approach McCarty at his daughter’s school?”
“We knew about an incident where a very rich man, Milton Formsby, approached McCarty in a restaurant setting. He and his men were never seen again after that night. Omar… thought if we approached McCarty at the school he would hesitate to shoot before we had an opportunity to try and hire him.”
“But then you three would have executed him if he refused?”