insubordinate statement. Instead though, the younger girl who she still held in her arms jumped. She screamed as her body was wracked with severe and painful spasms
“Stop!” the older one cried. “Stop. I will do as I am told!”
The general moved his hand within his pocket.
The little girl’s body stilled and the older girl caressed her gently, trying to soothe her.
“Now, I hope we are clear about the consequences of your actions. You may not suffer but she will. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” the older girl said without looking at him. “I understand.”
“Good. Then if there is nothing else, we need to clean up and move you to your new quarters. The sun will be up shortly. You need to get your rest. We have some busy times ahead of us. Some catching up to do, so to speak.”
The general turned and motioned for the one of the men to follow him outside into the hall. Once in the hall the general spoke, “Move them carefully. Never trust them. Never turn your back on them. You’ve seen how fast they can be. Never speak near them because they can hear much better than you or I. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Always follow the two-man rule protocols. Never allow all of the guards to be in one area with them. The older one will kill without any remorse now that I have pushed her into a corner. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dispose of Jonsey’s body as I suggested—take him into the Ocean View area and leave him on the beach. With the suspicion of his drug affiliation leaked to the press, it will appear as if his buddies broke him out and then killed him. They were worried he might talk to save his ass. Make sure you leave some drugs lying around the scene as well.”
“Sir?” the man asked.
“What?”
“But he’s a SEAL. Don’t you think it will look strange that he didn’t fight?”
“Put the shackles and cuffs back on him. That should even the score enough so it won’t look suspicious.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And make sure you clean him up. He has some of her blood on him and if was tested, it would add a mystery where we don’t want one. The rest of the men that picked him up are to be killed in a training accident here when you blow up this building. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then get to it.”
*****
With less then an hour before sunrise, a white unmarked van drove into the parking area of the Ocean View public beach. Without stopping, the rear doors of the van opened and the body was dumped out. It rolled for a few feet and came to rest. The van sped away.
A figure emerged from the shadows of the snack stand. He was a tall man and of large build. He glanced out toward the ocean and the horizon above it as if searching for something, then turned back toward the body. He moved toward it at a leisurely pace, which indicated that either he was not concerned about being seen, or that he was accustomed to witnessing such acts.
When he reached the area where the body laid, he looked around the area once more, and then knelt down next to the body to examine it. He figured he had time. The police would not be here for several minutes—or perhaps not at all, until a morning jogger or beach walker discovered the body and called it in.
The dead man was dressed in prison clothing, bright red with black letters stenciled on it. He read the name of the institution: Naval Station Brig Norfolk, VA. The man was obviously military and in custody for some reason. The glitter of something metallic caught his eyes; the handcuffs and shackles on the man’s wrists and ankles. Seeing the dead body still shackled and handcuffed sent a wave of uneasiness through the man.
Further examination revealed that the man’s throat ripped open. He closely observed the wound. The throat cut by something jagged, something short and not very sharp. Death had been painful and unexpected, the man thought, as he looked upon the expression of the dead man, his face frozen in a grimace of
“Stop!” the older one cried. “Stop. I will do as I am told!”
The general moved his hand within his pocket.
The little girl’s body stilled and the older girl caressed her gently, trying to soothe her.
“Now, I hope we are clear about the consequences of your actions. You may not suffer but she will. Is that understood?”
“Yes,” the older girl said without looking at him. “I understand.”
“Good. Then if there is nothing else, we need to clean up and move you to your new quarters. The sun will be up shortly. You need to get your rest. We have some busy times ahead of us. Some catching up to do, so to speak.”
The general turned and motioned for the one of the men to follow him outside into the hall. Once in the hall the general spoke, “Move them carefully. Never trust them. Never turn your back on them. You’ve seen how fast they can be. Never speak near them because they can hear much better than you or I. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Always follow the two-man rule protocols. Never allow all of the guards to be in one area with them. The older one will kill without any remorse now that I have pushed her into a corner. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dispose of Jonsey’s body as I suggested—take him into the Ocean View area and leave him on the beach. With the suspicion of his drug affiliation leaked to the press, it will appear as if his buddies broke him out and then killed him. They were worried he might talk to save his ass. Make sure you leave some drugs lying around the scene as well.”
“Sir?” the man asked.
“What?”
“But he’s a SEAL. Don’t you think it will look strange that he didn’t fight?”
“Put the shackles and cuffs back on him. That should even the score enough so it won’t look suspicious.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And make sure you clean him up. He has some of her blood on him and if was tested, it would add a mystery where we don’t want one. The rest of the men that picked him up are to be killed in a training accident here when you blow up this building. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Then get to it.”
*****
With less then an hour before sunrise, a white unmarked van drove into the parking area of the Ocean View public beach. Without stopping, the rear doors of the van opened and the body was dumped out. It rolled for a few feet and came to rest. The van sped away.
A figure emerged from the shadows of the snack stand. He was a tall man and of large build. He glanced out toward the ocean and the horizon above it as if searching for something, then turned back toward the body. He moved toward it at a leisurely pace, which indicated that either he was not concerned about being seen, or that he was accustomed to witnessing such acts.
When he reached the area where the body laid, he looked around the area once more, and then knelt down next to the body to examine it. He figured he had time. The police would not be here for several minutes—or perhaps not at all, until a morning jogger or beach walker discovered the body and called it in.
The dead man was dressed in prison clothing, bright red with black letters stenciled on it. He read the name of the institution: Naval Station Brig Norfolk, VA. The man was obviously military and in custody for some reason. The glitter of something metallic caught his eyes; the handcuffs and shackles on the man’s wrists and ankles. Seeing the dead body still shackled and handcuffed sent a wave of uneasiness through the man.
Further examination revealed that the man’s throat ripped open. He closely observed the wound. The throat cut by something jagged, something short and not very sharp. Death had been painful and unexpected, the man thought, as he looked upon the expression of the dead man, his face frozen in a grimace of
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