They would look for Debbie soon.The stranger stepped into the darkness stalked over toward bushes sure enough Debbie crouched there, peeing in the snow.He stepped on sprigs. Startled, Debbie’s gaze shot up. She tried to pull up her panties. He rushed forward! She let out a horrific cry. The assailant grabbed her clamping a hand over her mouth. Debbie chomped down on his hand, he removed it, she cried out for help. Anger flooded through the man. He clamped his hand over her mouth again, pulling her further into the bushes. Shoving Debbie on the ground, she folded over onto her back trying to seize her attacker. He reached into his rear pocket, pulled out a cold steel throwing knife. Debbie screamed again thrashing her arms and legs. The man kneeled placing her between both of his legs. He pressed his gloved hand over Debbie’s mouth for a third time, pinning her arms down to her sides with his knees. He positioned the knife from the left to right across her throat. Sw
Stanley’s alarm clock went off at 9:00 PM that morning. He struck the button at the top of the clock turning off the buzz. When that didn’t work, he slammed his fist down, knocking the clock on the floor. Stanley stood, stretching. He walked over to the window. Morning sun ricocheted off of his smooth, bare chest. He glared at the fresh snow. Thick clouds carried a gray, white mass overlapping in the sky. Stanley shook his head trying to clear his fuzzy brain. He wobbled out into the hallway toward the bathroom. A quick glimpse in the mirror before racking his fingers through his blonde hair, he thought about dying it. More of the Russian features penetrated his face with strong cheekbones. He stared into his blues. Then his gaze slipped to the scar on the left cheek. It reminded him of November 1999; he had gotten the scar in a violent encounter. They assaulted him at his mother home during Thanksgiving dinner with family. The evening started off nicely,
Edwards slipped into the armchair confronting the intermediate screen. He took the bottle of Coke aside the monitor. Having a mouth watering sip, acid effects trailed down the back of his throat. He halted, eyes fastened to the left screen. He put the Coke onto the table, leaned forward, peering into monitor.A woman stood in the lobby’s center.At first, Edwards thought it was Jennifer, but the body too tall and skinny to be the woman cop. She moved toward the cameras, tilting her head. The woman made dangerous eye contact with Edwards. Then she pulled an object from her back pocket. Stanley’s eyes narrowed. He leaped from the chair! The camera in the lobby’s center exploded! Edwards crawled under the desk on elbows and knees. He pressed his body into the tight compartment.The surveillance room remained quiet. Edwards felt safe to come out from under the desk. He stood up straight brushed off his uniform. Glancing at the monitors, static swayed over the screens, then
Friday, January twenty-ninth, Atlanta, Georgia had its share of strollers, although the broadcast still freezing with sleet, for Executioner, the night remained youthful.He pulled the wool cap closer to his eyelids. Transporting a large backpack bouncing against his back, his steel toe boots trampled the ice forcing it into fragments. He sped up his pace toward his destination.Finally, the stranger came to an abandoned building. The Melting Steel Industry was its former name. He hurried toward the building’s rear through the vacant parking area. Rushing up to the structure’s alternative entrance, he climbed a ladder pinned aside the building. When he made it to the top, he held onto the ledge, pulling upward, then slipped the backpack off of his shoulders. He put it on the roof, stood solid on top of the building. Glancing toward the court across the street, the Executioner cheeked his wristwatch 9:45. He pulled the backpack near his boot, crouched a few feet
On March first, a Saturday night full of city activities never ceased. People kept living their lives going on about their business. Besides, elected government officials such as Judges, law enforcement officers, CIA and FBI agents, issued wipe outs. It didn’t bother typical citizens, right?So, Scarface remained head official of the secret base of Druid Hills Headquarters hidden in Conyers Woods about 4.2 miles away from Atlanta. Along with him, Blind Man and Logan carried an unauthorized, but significant, operation in the unit. Logan always the baddest in business, beside Scarface and Blind Man, he remained dependable never failing assigned tasks.Logan executed Debbie Wagner at Hazelnut Park, not to mention her two partners Joe Carter and Benjamin Chambers, members of the CIA. They visited Hazelnut Park on that night getting important documents from the National Security Council. Logan knew what the documents enclosed. Scarface ordered him to execute them before the docume
Bates called a second meeting Wednesday morning, March fifteenth.They waited for Dale thirty minutes late, but couldn’t start without him. Bates checkedhis wristwatch again. Then Dale rushed into the meeting room.“Sorry, I had to take the kids to school. Shannon isn’t feeling well,” he said.“Okay, just sit so we can get started.” Bates ordered.Dale sat pulling out a clipboard with a pen to take observations.Bates glanced at the fifty officers in the clustered windowless room.Most of the department appeared bereft of sleep.“As you all know, we had two fresh murders in the past three weeks. The initial martyr, identified as Robin Zeal, and the second victim, Renee White. These women found in the river at Hazelnut Park with similar lacerations on the abdomen. “An anonymous tip reported witnessing a suspicious-looking man prowling the park at approximately 2:00 AM. The caller said the man wore an army suit carrying a large knapsack. I headed ou
Dante Becker drifted into a fitful slumber. The last thing he recalled trailing off watching the television series Buffy the Vampire Slayer.While wandering, he plummeted through darkness landing on something wet. When Becker opened his eyes a battleground emerged. He searched his mind for his whereabouts. He recalled the grounds Soviet-Afghan War.The war had lasted over nine years, and within those nine years, Becker engaged in the war. December 1979 to February 1989 insurgent groups identified as the mujahideen fought against the Soviet Army and Democratic Republic of Afghanistan government. During those years, in the country’s rural surrounding, the United States and Pakistan backed the mujahideen groups. They passed it a cold war proxy war. Between 562,000 and 2,000.000 civilians murdered and millions of Afghan fled to country as refugees.In 1978 they appointed Nur Mohammand Tarski president. The communist people Democratic Party of Afghanistan took power after a 1978
March twentieth started as a melancholy day for Jennifer Woods. After the disclosure of Walter Newton’s body, she had a rough time accepting his death. Jennifer offered to take a week off. She hadn’t done so in years of law enforcement responsibility.Jennifer’s apartment quiet that evening. Bates taught them to listen to the quietness. He taught them if it was too quiet it was quiet for a reason. And that reason didn’t always turn out to be a great one.When Walter didn’t account for work the coming day of March sixteenth, they knew something was amiss. He always showed up to work never missed a day. When he didn’t call announcing his absence, a dreadful feeling crept over Jennifer. Bates sent Max and Dale to Walter’s house. They knocked on the door a few times. When Walter didn’t answer, they went to the neighbor’s. The neighbor told the cops they hadn’t seen Walter leave his house since the day before. After returning to Walter’s front door, they knocked again, Max thoug