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 Reimbursement is a maternal intercourse, or Payback is a Mother Fucker.
   Ex-CIA killer is made a scapegoat for an operation gone bad.  Military,
killing, rape, MW, racial.  If the rape of an old woman or the word nigger
offends you leave now.  This is a graphic tale of death and payback.  Come
see how a killer deals with a shitty hand.
   David was not his real name.  He was on the run from the Army, CIA, and
FBI.  The thirty-something killer and black-ops special enforcer had gone a
bit too far when he butchered the rag-head cleric's entire family. 
Although the rape and dismemberment of them did loosen his tongue.  He
confessed to his part in 911 and gave up others in his cell in a vain
attempt to save his children.  That information foiled an attack on New
Orleans with a hijacked ageing Soviet 5 megaton nuke and ten members of the
Jihad assault team were captured.
   Those ten led the CIA to other cells and stopped several other attacks
world wide.  Milwaukee was saved from a neurotoxin gas bomb that would have
kill thousands.  However news of the rape and butcher of the family had
been leaked by someone he had climbed over on his way up the Agency's
ladder.  Once the story was out the government had to act so they threw him
under the bus.
   David did not play along with them.  During his flight home from
Afghanistan in an Air America C130 prison plane he overpowered the three
men guarding him, and tossed them out over the Atlantic.  The killer kicked
in the door to the cockpit and dispatched the pilots.  He disabled the
aircraft's id transponder and dropped the black four engine plane under the
FAA's radar.  The CIA assumed that the aircraft went down as the pilot had
sent a Mayday distress call when David attacked them.  He landed the
aircraft in Cuba.  Sold them the plane and a shit load of information the
Agency did not want in the hands of the Cubans.
   He got a new face and forged identity documents, an a huge Swiss bank
account.  David flew on a commercial flight out of Havana to Montreal and
crossed back into the US on New York State Route 30 at Trout River.  He
bought a used car, an old Ford Focus and drove to the Midwest.  There he
went about finding the rat that stabbed him in the back.  David used his
contacts in the underworld and after he dispensed about half of his funds
he had a name and address.
   Bonnie Richardson was the bitch that had sold him out.  Not that she did
not have good reason to do him dirt.  He had fucked her in the field.  The
killer did have a fetish for older women.  He used her hard and then dumped
her as soon as the mission in Berlin was over.  Well that and he managed to
place the blame for the botched mission on her.  That black mark on her
personnel jacket insured that she would never rise above the rank of GS 11.
Bonnie so wanted to go higher where the cars were free and a large padded
expense account came with three Platinum no-limit American Express Cards.
   She lived on a small farm in Northern Indiana with her much older
husband, who was a veteran of the old OSS back in WWII.  The bitch had
gotten soft in her old age.  David scanned her farm and easily detected her
security devices.  Any two bit thief just out of the joint could have
disabled her cheep system.  She did have dogs in a fenced run which circled
the house.
   David blew on a high frequency dog whistle.  The three German Sheppards
came to the corner of the fence trying to find the source of the noise.  He
used a silence .223 varmint semi-automatic rifle and put a round in each of
their heads.  The fell quickly without making a sound.  The killer used the
scope to find the junction box for her ADT security system.  Three rounds
in the steel box rendered it inoperable.
   He was dressed all in black, his hands were in black cotton gloves which
were duct taped to his black hooded sweatshirt.  David wore cheep tennis
shoes with the cuffs of his sweatpants taped to his socks.  He wore a cut
off leg of a pantyhose over his face.  He did this so that he would not
leave any DNA or human hair or skin in the house.  He carried a High
Standard .22 Auto with a sonic silencer screwed on the fat round barrel.
   David walked in the shadows up to the house.  He went to a side door and
popped the cheep lock and entered the darkened house.  He climbed a short
stairway into a small kitchen.  He heard a TV playing in the living room.
There was a mirror on the dining room wall in which he could see her
elderly husband sleeping in a recliner.  He was softly snoring.
   David walked up behind the sleeping man.  He put a round in the top of
his skull.  The round punched through the thin bone and then expelled its
energy in the soft tissue of his brain.  Orville never felt the bullet that
killed him.  The body slumped a little deeper in the chair and his hand
fell off the armrest dropping a loaded Colt Python.  He picked up the
chromed .357 and tucked it into the pouch in front of his hoodie.
   The killer checked for a pulse and found none.  One shot one kill, the
mantra of the US Marines Corps snipers where David had been trained.  He
left the dead man in his chair and went to find the cunt and make her
suffer.  There was the sound of water running in a shower down a short
hallway.
   He pushed the door open and steam from the bath bellowed out.  He saw
the silhouette of a younger woman.  David thought that it was one of her
daughters.  The woman in the shower called out.  "Dad shut the door you are
letting all the heat out."
   David shut the door and put the barrel of the deadly .22 to the plastic
shower curtain.  The hot gasses of the round pushed out the curtain and
blackened the plastic.  Cindy her daughter was just turning when the round
caught her in the side of her head.  The force of the impact threw her
against the tiled wall and she fell heavily to the old steel tub.  She
moaned as it was not a killing shot.
   David pulled the curtain back and saw the 35 year-old laying on her side
and she was trembling as blood rushed out of her head wound.  The hot water
ran pink as it swirled down the drain.  He put two more rounds in her head.
She jerked and then went limp.  The water was now blood red.  He left the
dead woman and went looking for the bitch.
   He pushed open the door and looked down the hallway to the master
bedroom.  He heard the sounds of sex.  David looked through the partly open
door.  The room was lit by the soft glow of scented candles.  A man was on
top of the bitch fucking her.  His ass rose and fell as he drove his cock
into the old hag.  She had her flabby legs wrapped around his back and she
was moaning as he drove his thick cock into her nasty pussy.
   He pushed open the door and stepped in holding the weapon at point
covering the man's ass.  The two were so far into lust that they did not
know anyone was in the room with them.  The bed was squeaking and the
headboard was banging the wall as they fucked.
   There was no need for silence now so he pulled out the .357 and checked
the chambers.  They were full of 157 grain Hydro-Shock hollow points.  The
killer snapped closed the cylinder and cocked the Colt.  He shoved it up
the man's asshole and blew him a new one.  The round ripped through his
torso destroying his bowels, stomach, and exploded his beating heart.
   The bitch screamed and tried to shove her now dead lover off of her with
one hand as she grabbed for a Glock 9mm on the nightstand.  David was
faster snatching the black autoloader from the small table.
   "Orville!  Come quick!" she screamed as she struggled to get the dead
weight off of her.
   "Orville ain't coming cunt.  He is dead, so is your slut daughter Cindy.
I put three rounds in her melon.  Too bad she did have a nice set of tits
for an old whore." he said as he pistol whipped her face.
   "Ahaa, you motherfucker!  It is you!  I would know that shit eating
voice anywhere.  You are dead the god dammed plane went down in the
Atlantic.  I saw the fucking papers!" she screamed as she held her broken
nose.
   "Well cunt, that is what I wanted them to think but I killed the crew
and sold the plane to the Cubans.  Now I am here to have a little fun and
then blow your fucking head off.  Who is your lover boy?  I don't recognize
him." David said as he put the weapon to the bitch's head.
   "Fuck you.  He is Cindy's husband or was until you fucking killed him
you asshole." she screamed as she tried to grab his weapon.
   "No so fast douche bag." he said as he thudded the heavy pistol into her
skull knocking her out.
   The old slut lay there bleeding from her fractured skull.  Her eyes were
fixed and not responsive to a bright light David passed over them.  He had
hit her too hard and caused severe brain damage.
   "Fuck, I was looking forward to causing you a shitload of pain bitch. 
Oh well dead is dead." he said as he put the heavy Colt to her head and
pulled the trigger.  A red mist erupted from the other side of her head and
most of her brain and a good part of her skull was splattered on the light
blue wall by the bed.
   A shot rang out and the drywall above his head exploded as a heavy
caliber lead bullet just missed his head.  He dropped to the floor and
spinning saw an old woman in a thin nightgown holding a heavy black Smith &
Wesson .44 mag.  It was too much gun for the old woman and she could not
control the heavy recoil.  The big wheel gun sent out a blast of flame as
she jerked off another round.  It went high and shattered a mirror over the
bed.
   "Fuck this, the old cunt may get lucky with the next shot." David
thought as he aimed at the gun in her shaking hands.  He squeezed off a
round and the Smith flew out of the elderly woman's hands.
   "Ahaa, you motherfucker!  You have killed them all." she yelled as she
turned to run down the hallway.
   David chased her and quickly tackled her.  They crashed to the floor
with David on top of the thin woman.  She clawed at his face with her hands
and tried to bit him.  The killer slugged her hard in the face and she
started to kick him.
   "Feisty old bitch aren't you?" he said as he got her arms pined down to
the carpet.  He sat on her hips and looked down at the aged woman.  She was
Bonnie's mother.  The woman had snow white hair and gray eyes.  Blood
trickled from her nose which David had broken in their fight.
   "Fuck you!  I'll rip your god damned eyes out you cocksucker!" she
screeched as she struggled to hurt the killer.
   "Now granny that is no way to talk.  We are going to be such good
friends you and I." he said as he ripped off her thin nightgown exposing
two large but flabby breast.
   "No, No, Oh god you are going to rape me.  Help someone please oh no."
the elder woman cried as she lay limp as the man spread her legs apart.
   "Now honey I can't rape the willing." David said as he let go of her
hand and fondled her pussy.  The mound was covered in white hair and the
vulva was long and hung down like a fleshy beard.  Her cunt was wet.  It
seems that being raped turned the old whore on.
   David lifted the old woman off the floor and carried her into a bedroom
at the end of the hallway.  The bedclothes had been tossed back as the
woman had jumped out of bed when she heard the first shot.  The woman lay
on the bed sobbing all the fight had been taken out of her and she was so
terrified of dying that she was willing to just let the man do whatever he
wanted to do to her.
   The killer picked out two pair of support hose out a drawer and tied her
hands to the headboard.  He spread her legs and tied her ankles to the post
on the footboard.  He looked at the old nude woman and pulled out his stiff
cock.  David got on the bed and put his face between her legs.  The aroma
of her randy cunt whiffed up as he spread the lips of her pussy.  Her cunt
glistened with her vaginal discharge.  His tongue lapped out and he pressed
it into the soft folds of her body.  She moaned as it had been so long
since anyone had ate her out.
   He found her large clitoris and rubbed the fleshy knob.  Her cunt got
wetter as he sucked her fluid.  The killer pulled her sagging breast and
found she had long nipples.  The dark brown nipple hardened as he rolled it
between his fingers.  She was pushing her hips into his mouth as he ate her
pussy.  The old bitch bucked as he came and called out.  "Oh no, no it
feels so good god damn you."
   "Just wait until I ram this in your hot cunt bitch." he said as he
mounted the elder woman.
   The head of his thick cock spread her pussy lips and slid into a very
tight pussy.  He forced his cock in the clinging pussy and was soon rocking
in and out of the old woman.  The bed rocked back and forth as he rode her
body.  She came again and her breath started to come in gasps as her old
heart pounded.  The ripened old whore cried out as she came again.  The
strain was too much for her heart and she had a major cardiac infarction.
Her heart stopped beating and just quivered.  The pain filled her chest and
she jerked her eyes rolling back in her head.
   David felt her die and it turned him on.  He quickly shot is load into
her cunt.  He pulled out and whipped his cock on the bedclothes.  He would
now have to burn the house down.  He untied her body and drug her into the
master bathroom.  He dumped her body in the tub and cut the shower head off
the long hose it was connected to.  He turned on the water and rammed it up
her pussy washing out his cum and DNA.  The killer found a gallon of bleach
next to the stool and looked for a funnel in the kitchen.  He got one and
went back to the bathroom.  He pulled the hose out of her pussy and jammed
in the long funnel.  He emptied the white plastic jug into her cunt.
   "Good luck finding any of my junk in that cunt." he said to the air as
he left the dead woman in the bathroom.
   David tossed the place and found a safe behind a painting of the Queen
bitch and her offspring.  He cracked the box and found a few thousand
dollars in cash and a nice Rolex man's gold diving watch.  There was a
small bag of loose diamonds, they looked to be well over one karat each and
there were 50 of them.  He pocketed the gems, the watch and the cash.  Not
a bad payday for a hour and half work.  The killer went down in the
basement and knocked the gas line off of the hot water heater.  He put a
match at the base of a cigarette and then lit the cigarette.  By the time
the basement filled with gas the smoldering cigarette would ignite the
wooden kitchen match and the fame would set off the gas.  Boom no more
house and roasted bodies for the local CSI guys to deal with.
   He jogged away from the two story white old farmhouse back to his car.
David was just putting the key in the ignition when the dark night sky was
turned into daylight as the house exploded in a ball of flame.  The blast
rattled his windows.  He drove away from the raging fire and on to a new
life.
   The killer used the back roads and headed north until he came to the
toll road.  He took I 80 west to Chicago.  He knew a fence there where he
could turn the diamonds into cash for a discount.  David would not get top
dollar but neither would he have to pay taxes nor have the movement of over
$10,000 dollars reported to the federal government.  Sal Goldberg's small
Jewelry store was on the South side of Chi-town.  The district was at one
time a white working class neighborhood back in the 50's but the blacks and
Hispanics had moved in and the old Jew was one of the few white faces left
for 50 blocks around.
   David parked the Focus on the street in front of the two story brick
building.  The store's display window had been boarded over with a sheet of
OSB.  Some niggers had used a cement block to take out the window and
snatch what ever they could lay their hands on through the bars.  A rusted
set of bars covered the gray weathered OSB.  He saw a sign over the door
that read , "There is nothing worth dying for in here.  Forget the dogs
beware of owner's .357."
   Fading gold leaf letters proclaimed Goldberg's Jewelry Store, we buy
gold.  Two punk nigger kids were sitting on the steps smoking dope openly
and drinking from a brown paper bag that held a 40 oz Old Milwaukie Malt
Liquor.
   The pair were sporting gang colors, blue bandannas for the Crips.  They
had on ball caps touting the Bulls on backwards.
   "Hay nigger yo want a bump, I gots weed, white, and rock?" the younger
punk asked as he stood up and flashed a stash of plastic baggies tucked
into the waist band of his jeans which were down around his ass.
   "No thanks.  I have got business inside so kindly step aside." he said
as he undid a button on the jacket he was warning.
   "Look here nigger yo going to have to pay the toll if yo wants to go in
the old Jew's joint.  It be $20.  In and $20 out yo dig?" the fat one said
as he pulled back his hoodie and the handle of Glock 9mm stuck out.
   David moved to his hip pocket as if to dig out a wallet to pay the
extortion and when the skinny nigger reached out his hand the killer
grabbed him and tossed him into the seated fat coon.  The pair tried to
untangle themselves but by the time they did they were looking down the
barrel of a Colt .45 1911A1 auto loader.
   "Now bro two fingers on that Glock and hand it over or your nappy nigger
head will be blown all over this old Jew's stoop." he said as he pushed the
black automatic into the shaking thin nigger's guts.
   "Chill bro, ain't no need to go postal.  Here be the gat." the fat
nigger said as he handed over the German made gun to the honky.
   "Now toss the junk down the storm drain, and get the fuck out of here. I
see either one of you dead beats and I will splatter your coon brains all
over 157th street." he said as the nigger pulled several packets of white
death out of his pants and tossed them down the sewer.
   "Man Tyrone he ain't going to be down wif this shit.  Yo best have yo
honkie ass out of the hood fast.  Or yo be one dead dumb motherfucker." the
thin one rattled as he turned out his pockets to show that he did not have
any more product.
   "You can tell Tyrone that I would be happy to have a chat with him.  Now
get the fuck out of here and stay away or next time it will be your brains
going down the sewer." David said as the two niggers jogged off down the
littered street.
   David opened the front door to the shop.  The thick glass was covered by
a strong steel grill and he noticed that the locking device would have been
more at home on a bank vault.
   "Sal you old reprobate, how the hell are you?  I see you are still too
damned mean to die." David said as he shut the heavy door behind him.
   "Doug?  It is your voice but you have another man's face.  So who are
you now?" the old Jew said as he lowered a short black Uzi 9mm sub-gun.
   "Sal, it is David now, Doug is dead in a fiery crash in the
Mid-Atlantic. When are you going to get the hell out of here and retire to
Israel with Becky?" he said as he locked the door and then pulled out the
small bag of lose diamonds.
   "Aha, you do not know, mine Becky she was killed by some nigger scum
last month.  They have been trying to run me off for years.  Fuck them,
with my Becky gone there is nothing fro me in the homeland.  This shit hole
is as good a place to die as Jerusalem.  I found out which gang it was that
raped and killed her.  The fucking Crips, two of the fuckers are here all
the time rousting any customers I might have.  I call the fucking cops and
they send a black and white out and run the niggers off and then leave. 
The coons are back in ten minutes.  But enough of my troubles, all Jews got
trouble, it comes from being the Chosen One's.  You know God you could once
in awhile chose someone else." he said with a dry chuckle.
   "I ran two of them off and made them dump some dope down the sewer.  I
got a bag of good stones here.  Most run around a carat some a bit bigger.
There are 54 of them.  Put your Jew eye to them and tell me how bad you are
going to fuck me.  Too damned bad about Becky, we need to do something
about that." he said as he eyes hardened and he spread the white jewels on
a black velvet cloth on the glass display case.
   " Humm, good looking stones, aha crap they are all marked DeBeers and
numbered too.  I will have to get them re-cut and you will lose half a
carat at least.  Uncut they would bring you just over 200K but the best I
can do is 75K cash.  But I will throw in a few new toys that I got in back.
Come David, you know that is a Jew name?" he said with a rye smile as he
led the killer into a back storage room.
   He pulled a string on a bare light bulb and a small arsenal worthy of a
city police force was revealed.  A dark green wooden crate lay open and a
sleek black strait AA-12 automatic shotgun sat on top.  It had a large
round drum magazine attached at the breach.  The 12 gauge barrel stuck out
about a foot from the black plastic stock.  There were sights but you did
not really aim the weapon you just pointed it and pulled the trigger
sweeping anything in your path away.  It held 50 rounds in a modified drum
and on full auto it would empty it in ten seconds.  Loaded with 000 buck it
would send 450 .38 caliber lead balls screaming down range at a velocity of
1200 feet per second.  It is very lethal at short range out to say 70
yards.
   David picked up the heavy weapon and jacked back the charging handle.  A
3 � inch high brass red plastic shell popped out into his hand.  It was a
Federal 000 buckshot load.
   "Nice hardware, you expecting trouble?" David asked as he detached the
drum magazine and reloaded the deadly shell into the mechanism.
   "I am always expecting trouble.  I would be a dumb Jew if I did not. 
You like my street sweeper?  She will put a lot of bad guys down in a
firestorm." Sal said as he lifted the wooden top of a crate marked M013
Fragmentation Grenade Mark IV Danger High Explosives Do Not Drop.
   "Israeli Mark fours, from the last war?  1960's I would say, they should
be ok.  The shelf life for the TNT in them is around 50 years.  So Sal you
got some intel on these jungle bunnies?  I do not have anything pressing on
my schedule." David said as he looked at the olive green cast iron orbs.
   "You always did have a good eye Doug, I mean David, yes they are from a
shipment I got after the six day war.  They still go boom.  I have sold a
few to the JDL's more the more militant members.  The niggers hang out a
few blocks from here in an abandoned high-rise.  It will be a challenge as
the coons hold the high ground.  They have lookouts posted around the
building and a network of street punks covering all of the side streets. 
But the nappy headed apes have not closed the backdoor.  There is a network
of service tunnels under the building that we can use to get in without
them knowing." the old Jew said as he pulled a dog eared folder off of a
shelf.
   "You have access to them from here?" David asked as he looked over the
old blueprints.
   "Yes down in the basement.  I used them to move some of my more illegal
merchandise back in the day.  We will need a few more shooters.  Let me
call some of the lads from the JDL and see who is up for some urban
renewal." Sal said as he pulled a cell phone and called in the cavalry.
   David found a shoulder bag that would hold six of the heavy round drums
for the shotgun.  He clipped six of the dark green baseball sized grenades
to a load bearing harness which he strapped on over a class one Kevlar
vest. The killer found a case of loaded .45 clips for his Colt and filled
the mag holders on the green canvas web harness.  He looked like he was
going on patrol in Nam.  The Colt rode in a quick draw Hanker black leather
holster on his right hip.
   Sal donned a SWAT black Kevlar vest and hooked six of the old grenades
to web slits sewn into the front of the vest.  He chouse a Mark III 9mm Uzi
with an extended barrel.  Ten extra 30 round extended mags circled his
waist.  They went upstairs to wait for the six JDL shooters that would be
joining the raid.  The men were all ex-members of the Masada and knew a
thing or two about killing.
   David saw a black Ford cargo van pull up to the store and park behind
his Focus.  The six men quickly exited the van and came inside.  They were
all dressed in black urban combat uniforms and each carried a black duffel
bag.  Introductions were given and first names were exchanged, there was no
need to give out more than that.  You can't testify what you do not know.
   The six men broke out their weapons, they were all packing Mark III
Uzis. A tall Jew who called himself Abe handed Sal and David a lightweight
radio headset and throat mike so they could all keep in touch with each
other on the raid.  The guns were locked and loaded and Sal led them down
to the sub-basement.
   He had the men move an old upright freezer.  Behind the unit was a
doorway that led to the sewers and the service tunnel.  The stench of raw
sewage and rotting filth filled the stagnant air.  The men followed the old
Jew as he turned on a heavy LED combat flashlight.  Rats with red eyes
scurried out of their way as they sloshed through calf high sewage.  They
moved quickly and soon came to a rusty ladder that led up.
   David took the led and climbed the flaky iron rungs.  One of the JDL men
covered him as he climbed.  He came to the top and pushed a rotting sheet
of plywood out of the way.  Dirt and bits of the rotting wood cascaded down
on the men below.  He looked around the cluttered room.  There were plies
of trash and broken bottles.  It looked like some junkies had used the
storage room to get high in.  There were three rotting molding mattress
along the north wall.
   The door out of the small room was hanging by only one hinge.  There was
a dim light coming from the hallway outside of the room.  Water dripped
down the walls and the concrete was puffed out and crumbly to the touch. 
The room did not smell much better than the sewer they had just exited.
   The raiders all made it up the ladder and they moved out of the room. 
Sal sent David and three of the JDL men to the right while he led the other
three to the left.  There would be a set of stairs leading up to the ground
floor at the end of the passageway.
   David heard someone softly crying in a room just ahead of his team.  He
held up his fist stopping the men as he crept up to doorway.
   "I don't want to do this any more it hurts me down there." a young voice
pleaded from the dim room.
   "Shut the fuck up bitch, yo got yo dollar.  Now hold still while I gets
it all the way in yo cunt." a nigger hissed as he held the young girl down
to a wooden crate.  The nigger had his pants down around his ankles and was
forcing his thick black cock into the small teen's pussy.  The girl cried
out in pain as he thrust all the way inside her body.
   David drew a ten inch Gill Hibben fighting knife and plunged it into the
base of the coon's skull.  His arms flew up and he jerked as the sharp
steel severed his spinal column.
   The young teen screamed as she realized the nigger raping her was dead.
David used the blunt end of the heavy knife to shut the girl up.  He
knocked her out and left her in the room with the dead coon.  He did not
have time to deal with a hysterical teen.
   They found the stairs and headed up.  They stopped at the landing and
pulled the rusty steel door ajar and looked out to see a cluttered lobby
strewn with garbage and broken furniture.  Two niggers were smoking dope
and shooting the shit with a wigger woman.  The teen boys had rusty AK 47's
leaning against a ragged couch.  One of them pulled out his cock and the
wigger bitch went down on him.
   David motioned to Abe to take them out with his silenced Breatta.  The
long black weapon coughed three times and the three fell dead with one
round each in their melons.  The team quickly fanned out into the lobby and
headed for the main stairwell leading up to the Crips' hangout.  Abe pulled
the mags out of the AKs and smashed the stocks against a wall.  There was
no sense in leaving working weapons behind for some nigger to snatch up and
stitch you up with.
   They found the door leading up and yanked it open.  It was a concrete
fire escape.  The headquarters of the coons was on the third floor.  David
guessed that they were too lazy to go any higher up.
   "Sal we are at the third floor.  Where are you?" David said into his
radio.
   "David we are just coming to the third floor now.  There is a short
hallway that leads to the main one where the vermin breed and shoot dope.
You have to check each room as you go so no one can get behind you." Sal
said as he and his team kicked in the stairwell door and opened up on three
niggers walking down the hall.  The fell hard and did not get back up.
   The sound of burst of automatic fire and the concussion of fragmentation
grenades going off echoed down the hallway.  David looked around the
doorframe and saw a coon raising an AK 47 to shoot down the hallway at
Sal's team.  The A12 barked and a three round burst cut the gangbanger in
half.  The killer saw movement from a room across the hall and he pointed
the deadly weapon at the door.  A fat white bitch came out nude and
pointing a Glock at him.  Twenty one, 38 caliber lead balls tore into her
blubber as the A-12 spit out three rounds.  The wigger fell dead with a
huge hole blown in her chest.
   David sprinted to the door and took a quick look in the cluttered room.
He saw two niggers trying to find their weapons on the floor.  The hit man
tossed a frag into the room and went to the next closed door.  Three
seconds later there was the whoosh of exploding gasses as the deadly orb
detonated sending razor sharp shards of steel into the now dead coons.  The
junk in the room caught fire and there was the secondary explosion of a
small meth lab.  A huge fireball billowed out into the hallway and the
blast knocked two of David's team to the floor.  The over pressure left
their ears ringing and most had a trickle of blood running out of their
noses.
   A door in front of him swung open and he could see the flash of an
automatic rifle as the coon using it sprayed the hallway.  The gun rose up
with its recoil and most of the rounds hit the wall behind them or tore
into the ceiling.  Abe was hit and spun around.  He fell to the floor but
held on to his weapon.  David put two three round bursts into the screaming
coon.  He was thrown back in the room and crashed into another gun man
coming out of the room.  Two of the lead balls hit the second man in the
arm and chest.  He dropped his shotgun and staggered back inside.
   David pulled a second grenade and tossed it into the room.  Black smoke
and flames rolled out of the confined space.  His men were kicking in the
rotten doors of the rooms at their end of the building and killing anyone
they found.
   Heavy fire came at them from down the hall as the coons had finally
reacted to the attack.  He saw three niggers crouched behind a desk that
was shoved into the hall to give them some cover.  They emptied their
weapons all at once and then were scrambling to reload the Russian assault
rifles.
   David blew four holes in the desk and the men were cut down.  He saw a
young nigger boy pop up from behind a couch in a room across the hallway.
The kid had a black handgun pointed at him.
   "Die yo honkie motherfucker!" the young boy screamed as he jerked on the
weapon sending the 9mm round high and to the left.
   "Not today punk." David said as he aimed and shot the young boy in the
head.  The headless body fell and someone in the room screamed.
   "Oh god they done kelt my baby." a woman cried as she fired a handgun
out the door.  The heavy lead rounds whizzed past David's head.
   He fired his weapon and the woman joined her son in the afterlife. 
David imagined that there was a lot of fire and brimstone involved with
their eternity.  Something hit him hard in the back.  It felt like he had
been kicked by a mule.  The air was knocked out of his lungs and he tumbled
to the filthy floor.  The vest had stopped the round but it still hurt like
hell.  He rolled to his left and looked back to where the shot had came
from.  He saw two young bucks coming out of the stairway.  They must have
been lookouts and came down to join the fight.  Five rounds ripped into the
concrete floor by his head as one of the punks held his pistol sideways as
he thrust the weapon in front of him.
   The A-12 had been knocked out of his hands so he drew his .45 Colt and
put one in the chest and two in the melon of the first shooter.  The impact
of the large rounds threw him back and the top of his head was just gone.
The Glock fell from his dead hand and he cart wheeled back into the
stairway.
   The second nigger was distracted by the death of his partner and did not
see the rounds that killed him.  One of the JDL men had stitched him crotch
to chin with a burst of 9mm rounds from his Uzi.  Hot brass shell casings
peppered David as he lay on the floor.  He found his long gun and stayed
down on the floor.  He took a prone firing position and waited for more
targets to cross his front sight.
   A nigger's head warring a dirty blue do-rag popped out of a doorway. 
There was a red mist and the body fell headless back into the room.  He saw
a white towel on a broomstick waving from the same room.
   "Don't be shoot'en motherfuckers.  We give up.  We coming out now." a
voice shrieked from the room.
   "Toss out your weapons and come out with your hands in the air." David
ordered as he trained the deadly weapon at the doorway.
   Three handguns and two AK's were tossed out into the hall.  A tall dark
skinned nigger came out his hands high in the air.  He looked at the men in
the hallway covering him with their weapons.
   "Fuck yo motherfuckers ain't no cops.  What yo want?  I gots a ton of
cash and a shit load of prime dope.  Yo can have it al..." he said when Sal
shot him in the head.  The second coon tried to dive back in the room but
he was cut down by a cascade of fire from several of the team members.
   David got up and went to the room.  He saw three dead coons laying on
the floor shot to hell and back.  The killer scanned the room and saw a
puddle of piss spreading from under a ratty couch.
   "Come out from under there now!" he yelled as he covered the red couch
with his weapon.
   "Don't shoot nigger.  I got cash for sure.  Lets talk this out man." a
fat coon cried as he wallowed out from under the couch.
   "You are the nigger ass wipe." David said as he shot the nigger in the
head splattering what little brains the coon had all over the filthy couch.
   "Five minutes!  We got to exit the AO now." David said as his alarm on
his Rolex went off.  The team kicked in doors as they ran back down the
hallway.
   Sal kicked in a door and saw a young girl standing there nude by a
mattress on the floor.  She was shaking and crying.  She was white and
dirty.  The old Jew entered the room and bent to grab the child when three
shots rang out through the bathroom door.  Two of them hit the child in the
chest and head the other one went in under Sal's armpit and dropped him to
the floor.
   David empted his A-12 into the small bathroom and blew the door and wall
apart.  A fat nigger woman was thrown against the concrete wall and ripped
apart by the rounds that hit her.  He slung the weapon over his shoulder
and bent to check on Sal.
   He was bleeding heavily and his breath came in short rapid gasps.  The
old Jew coughed and dark red blood spewed from his mouth.
   "That fucking coon bitch has killed me, Doug.  Don't leave me here with
all the dead gang bangers.  I want you to have this." he said as he pulled
a folded paper from a pocket on his vest.
   "Sal hang on, we got to get the fuck out of here and get you to a doc."
David said as he lifted the wounded man and jogged down the hallway.  There
were dead bodies at nearly every doorway.  The rest of the team split up
half of them taking the point and the rest of them trailing behind David as
he carried the dying Jew out of the building.
   Gunfire erupted from the front of the column as some of the Crips guards
were joining the fight.  They fell and the JDL fighters kicked their
corpses out of the way.  The sounds of wailing police and other first
responders could be heard growing closer.  The team redoubled their pace
and were soon down in the basement.
   David took a head count.  Two of the JDL men had been hit but both of
the wounds were through and through.  One was in a lower leg and the second
was high on Abe's thigh.  Their wounds were treated with field dressings to
stop the blood loss.  David sat Sal down, he had not made it down to the
cellar.  The old Jew had died somewhere on the stairs.
   Most of the men had small wounds, cuts, burses, and one with broken ribs
where a .357 had hit his vest.  Abe pulled a satchel charge from his
backpack and pulled the fuse.  White smoke rolled out of the heavy black
canvas square bag.
   "Move it we got 60 seconds to be clear of the blast area.  I do not want
the cops on our asses.  This will bring down this section of tunnel and by
the time they figure out which way we went we will all be long gone." Abe
said as he limped down into the sewer.
   The rest of the team scrambled down the ladder and quickly moved back to
Sal's place.  There was a whoosh of air being drawn out of the tunnel and
then hot air was blown back down the dark sewer.  A fireball entered the
far end of the tunnel and then the noise of the blast slammed into them. 
The cramped space was filled with smoke and dust from the blast making it
hard to see.  The men scrambled up the rusty iron rungs of the ladder into
Sal's basement.
   "Sal is gone.  He bled out on the way back here.  Shit, can you guys
take care of his body?  The cops will follow our trail back here sooner or
later.  He handed me this paper before he died." David said as he unfolded
the old yellow paper.
   "Looks like a combination to a safe." David said as the men closed up
the hidden doorway to the tunnel system.
   "Sal does not have any close living relatives.  I think the closest one
is a third cousin that lives in Des Moines Iowa.  He is a Rabi at Temple
Beth Israel.  Mordecia runs the JDL there, he is a good man he was on the
Entebbe raid back in 76.  Lets open the safe and see what the old man was
setting on." Abe said as he limped up the narrow stairway.
   The men gathered around an old bank vault set in a thick concrete wall.
David punched in the numbers on a new state of the art keypad and the red
LED's turned green and a small motor spun the large wheel opening the heavy
vault door.  The room behind the door was about ten by ten feet square. 
There were steel shelves along three of the walls and they were filled with
stacks of barrier bonds from most of the companies from the Fortune 500
list.  Sitting in the center of the room was a low table that had stacks of
100 dollar bills that formed a cube about four feet high.  Stacked on
shelves by the door were the jewels and rings that would have sat in glass
display cases if the store was not in the ghetto.
   "Holy shit, the old boy did not believe in banks.  There must be several
millions in bonds here alone.  If that stack of money is solid I would say
there is over 52 million in cash." Yosef one of the JDL men said as he
shook his head in disbelief.
   "Why in the hell did the old boy stay in this shit hole?  He could have
bought a fucking island and filled it with hot and cold running whores."
Izzy asked as he looked at a stack of Micro Soft barrier bonds.
   "I guess he was just a stubborn old Jew.  I saw some black duffel bags
down in his armory.  Someone get them and lets pack up this stash and get
the hell out of here.  I will take two million in cash, the rest you guys
put to good use in the JDL.  I am sure that is what Sal would want." David
said as he looked at the vast fortune the old Jew had amassed in his
lifetime.
   "David, just take a few stacks of 100's and this bundle of Micro Soft
bonds.  They take up less room and you can convert them to cash at any
large bank.  I would suggest one in Aruba they are not too nosy and do not
report large cash transactions.  We will make sure that the rest of the
stash gets to the JDL." Abe said as he handed over about 150,000 in cash.
   "Sounds like a plan to me Abe.  Catch you guys later.  If I ever get my
ass in a jam I know who to call." he said as he took a small black satchel
from one of the men and crammed the bonds and cash in it.
   "Shalom my friend, and watch your ass." Abe said as David turned and
headed up to the front of the store.
   David pulled back the heavy curtain over the window in the door.  He saw
several black and whites police cars go screaming past as they responded to
the attack at the now burning high-rise.  He saw no sign of the niggers
that had been hanging around Sal's door.  The killer cocked his .45 after
he jacked in a fresh mag holding seven of the heavy 250 gain lead hollow
points.  David held the auto loader in his right hand in the front pouch of
his hoodie.
   He opened the door and scanned the street for any sign of the
gangbangers.  There were several people running toward the smoke and
flames, for there was nothing like a good disaster to bring the roaches out
of the woodwork.  He hit the remote on his keychain and opened the rear
hatch of the Focus.  David tossed the satchel in and closed the lid.  He
got in and started the motor.  He waited for a large hook and ladder to
pass and then he pulled out into the street and left the carnage and death
behind him.
   That was the way it usually went, dead bodies and a shit load of cash.
He knew of a sweet little island just off of the Grand Bahamas that would
make a fine retirement hideaway.  Well it sure beat what he would have
gotten from the Agency as pension.  Which would have been a six by eight
cell in Leavenworth with a big buck nigger by the name of Tyrone that
wanted to play hide the salami up his ass.
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