Chapter 122

"Am I still welcome in the house now that the babies are here?" Natalie said as she blinked awake.

"Of course you are, sweetie. You've given us a gift no one else could have. You're family and have been since you said you'd have the procedure done", Brie beamed.

"There's no way in hell that we'd kick you out or let the others kick you out.", David said with a smile.

"Thank you, both. It was an honor and a pleasure to give you those children. I just can't believe that I was carrying four instead of two", Natalie chuckled.

"We're glad you did. I think we're gonna stop now. Eight is more than enough", David laughed. "Hell, that four hookers for the boys and four cases of shot gun shells for the girls."

"Hell to the no, David. Not four hookers for our boys. More like four cases of condoms apiece."

David laughed. "Damn it. Overkill, don't you think?"

"Nope, cause if they're ANYTHING like their Daddy, then four cases won't be NEAR enough."

"Damn, that's cold, baby."

"Not cold enough, if you ask me", Natalie said from across the room. "You're a bit of a letch, Mr. David. Admit it."

"I like pussy, there's nothing wrong with that."

"Never said there was, baby. I was just say that if our boys, and I mean any of them, are anything like you, four cases of condoms won't be enough to convince them to keep it in their pants", Brie laughed.

"Are you saying I'm a man-whore, Hannah Brielle?" David asked.

"As a matter of fact I am, David Michael. Problem with that?"

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"Commandant, all the prisoners have been executed. Permission to proceed with Operation Gentry Censure."

"Granted, Master Sergeant. Remember, no prisoners. Seek and destroy. Are you the best sniper the Corps. has to offer or not?"

"Oorah, sir."

"Then go blow a hole in Gentry's head the size of walnut and leave his brain splattered on the wall behind him. Dismissed." The Master Sergeant did an about face to leave the room, then the Commandant spoke again. 

"Bounce at 0400 on the Mac flight, Master Sergeant."

"Aye aye, sir."

"Oorah, Master Sergeant. I'm counting on you to get the job done."

"You can count on me, Commandant."

"That's good to hear, son. Go get the job done."

"Aye, sir." The Master Sergeant left the room and assembled his team to formulate a plan to hit the White House. Gentry had to die in order for the Utopian movement to fall apart. The Resistance had captured their General and put him to death several months before. Now it was time for the their driving force to die a bullet and be taken out. It would be a good clean shot. The Master Sergeant was the best. He was a sharp shooter. He was a sniper. And not just ANY sniper, a Marine Corps. sniper. He was the best shot in the world. No target would allude him and live for very long. He had the best record of any sniper in the Corps. He WOULD NOT FAIL.