Made MenAnd there we were, six of us that stood in a line as Tim walked down along the strip of men. If you count me standing at the front as Tim was running down the the group, that made seven. At the time I didn't think anything of it, I didn't question for a second that, we were there in the middle of an airfield. Searching for our sixth man, this timid and frightened individual in front of us just seemed to cower. Passing promptly down the group of us, he turned putting the gun to this unknown's face and quickly asked him a question.
"Before you die. Tell me one thing you wish you could've accomplished in your life, but you failed to do it."
Exasperated for words, they were muffled beneath the cylinder shaped barrel lodged down this man's mouth. As he mumbled, this only proceeded to anger Tim. I was just staring at him with intrigue, he continued by saying "Come on dude last chance, or do you really want to die? Well?" Pleading with Tim, he began to clasp his hands and beg for mercy as he chortled on the barrel of the gun. Whisking it out of his mouth, he hit the terrified man across the head. He quickly flailed away, as this was the misconception if he was truly "one of them".
With a hasty retreat, the other made men simply instructed to watch. If he could dodge the bullet, escape death, then he made his choice to live by his own instincts taking over versus a selfish desire to be in control. Unfortunate for him, "I never miss." Tim said, in a swift motion of adrenaline. As he raised the barrel of barret, a bolt fired, the barrel going a fair distance before ejecting and pushing out the very tip of the armor piercing bullet. Within seconds, the stranger dropped in the middle of the airfield. I watched as Tim proceeded to remove a notepad from his back pocket and scratched off a number.
Tim paced back towards us, as I looked at him pacing with now that remained, five men, plus himself. Making six men. An example for The Crying Man, as he has done this only but one time for each of the others.
"You know, this is rare I actually show all of you something like this but do you see that airplane?" Tim said, then looking at me standing behind him. "Right now about 400 passengers are on board, including women and children. They're tired, hungry, and afraid. So they're trying to flee the country in hopes the other superpowers will be more welcoming and bountiful. However there is just one sad reality that they overlooked. The world died six months ago, resources have thinned significantly, and if you cower to resolve your life issues. Well..."
In his other pocket he held a remote trigger. Several pounds of plastic, line along the gears and complete undercarriage of the plane. Tim's heinous sense of euthanizing people to no end, utterly moved me. I watched, as he stood there, waiting as the plane had taken ascension to its peak altitude. "Who knows. Maybe GOD is up there, waiting to greet them, because he feels bad that he couldn't do anything to save them."
The plane exploded, the aftermath of the debris falling from the sky. He began laughing hysterically, "HOLY SHIT! HAHAHAHA! YOU SEE THIS GENTLEMAN?! AHAHAHAHAHAAAA!" like a hyena, Tim's laughter carried no regrets, no fear, and no conscience. Maybe it was his frontal lobe's lack of activity to even comprehend the magnitude of his actions, but we killed people as an act of mercy.
"Anyway. Broken Man, Jacob. I want you to take our Crying Man, Blanco here to execute a target. Remember the rule, if he turns into a chicken shit pussy, put a bullet in his head. There won't be any rule breaking on my watch."
I watched as Tim wrote a note for Jacob and Blanco. Giving specific information of where they should be, at what time, and what should be utilized to make this an effective initiation kill for The Crying Man.
-Location: Chicago Illinois, Chicago Harbor Lighthouse
-Target: A boat of refugees incoming from Thailand on a small fishing about, approx. 40+ recipients
-Objective Statement: Simply to eliminate 38 of the targets, all of which are disposed of by The Crying Man. Forewarning, The Vagabond and Renegade are believed to be stowing away. Likely they are the first to escape, let them.
Men: The Broken Man & The Crying Man
As Tim lit a Cigarette, he blew the smoke in my face. I took the barret that he'd equipped on his back from him and slung the strap over my shoulder. Eyes, suddenly falling on the man he'd shot down in cold blood. The airfield was illuminated with the mere smell of jet fuel, burning metal, and gasoline. As he flagged the other men to follow they would explore new york for the citizens that barricaded themselves inside of the rebuilt World Trade Center. At this point, Tim was prioritizing that himself, the smiling man, the humming man, and the frowning man just clear out the entire building, as all the others around it were empty.
The Laughing Man XD
The Laughing Man XD
"The rest of you, lets put these good people to peace. The JFK airport in Queens has officially been put to rest. Lets get back into the city." As Tim began to walk off, he tossed the frowning man his detonator. "Do it."
The Frowning Man gave a simple nod, clicking the second detonator, and the remainder of the explosives planted on the other planes and buildings went up in a blaze of fire. "Mission effin' accomplished boys. To New York City!!!" Taking the cigarette out of his mouth, Tim chucked it into the ashes and debris, falling apart as we headed for our cars. I don't know about you, but this is one chaotic rock that has gone to hell, I don't know how much more of this I can take! Oh well, at least Tim left the other two men with the working train station and running terminals to make their trip a little faster.