Chapter 119

"Men, what we're doing is top secret. The ONLY other person that knows of this mission is the Commandant. We have been given the green light on using tactics for interrogation that may be less than legal. After interrogation, we exterminate them. After we've finished the interrogations of the prisoners, then we move to the White House where Mr. President awaits us. Let's give him a Marine Corps. style farewell. What do you say to that, boys?" the Master Sergeant said in the briefing.

"OORAH!" was the join response of the men in the room.

"Alright, boys, dress out in your gear and meet back here at 2145. Dismissed."

Once the men had gone, the Master Sergeant went directly to the Commandant's office. "Is the team assembled?" the Commandant asked.

"Yes, sir, Commandant. Only the men I trust are on the team. I these men will get the job done and get it done right."

"That's great news, Master Sergeant. Get the job done right. You have one week to do so. If they don't talk after a day or so, kill them anyway."

"Yes, sir."

"Dismissed"

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"...My brothers and sisters, we have recently received Intel that the Resistance has found learned the name and hiding place of the Utopian President. Though, I can't disclose that information during this transmission, I will say this: It won't be long, Mr. President, before YOU answer for YOUR crimes. Until next time, my brothers, my sisters, my blood, stay strong in the cause, keep the faith and DON'T give up." David signaled for the taping to end and walked away from the camera. "Are you happy now, Danny?" he asked.

"Immensely", Dan said with a smile. "How are the lyrics for that one melody that you're having trouble with coming?"

"Actually, I think I MIGHT have found them. Trick is... I didn't write them."

"Who did?" Mike asked.

"Brie. They're the words of a poem she wrote."

"Really?" John asked. "Do they fit the melody and the time signature?"

"Better than anything I've tried to write."

"Try to lay them down roughly tomorrow while we work on our tracking stuff", Dan said.

"Danny, we've been working together for how long now?"

"About twenty years. Why?"

"I think I know my role in the band pretty well by now. I know what I have to do, brother."

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"FUCK YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!" was the cry heard down the hallways of the compound known only to the Agency's employees as HQ. It was a man's voice.

A pistol cocked, chambering a round. "Tell me what I want to know, or I'll spatter your brain all over that wall", spoke a petulant tenor.

"You don't have the BALLS to shoot me, you Resistance piece of shit! Grow a set before you step to me, mother fucker."

The Master Sergeant walked into the interrogation room. "Just do yourself a huge favor, Mr. Salazar, and tell us what you know, and I swear you'll die LAST."

"I thought you were fighting for due process of law", Salazar said the shadowy figure that was the Master Sergeant.

"Oh, we are, but seeing as you bastards have all the judges in your pockets, there's not going to be due process for. Not for any of you, as a matter of fact." The Master Sergeant stepped into the light where he could be seen.

"We were told..."

"That I was dead?"

"Yeah."

"BOO!"

"Fine, I'll talk. Tell me what you want to know."