“She does not beat me with a stick,” Gus insisted, listening to his friends’ humorous appreciation of his interactions with Tina.
“I bet those days sailing on the Valkyrie were like heaven without T-Rex,” Johnny kept hammering away as they loaded Conrad into the freezer.
“I admit steaming around in a gunship as lethal as the Valkyrie eclipsed anything I ever did before. Tina would have hated it – no doubt about that. We destroyed an Iranian battleship. Good Lord in heaven, where does a tugboat captain get to do that.”
“Amen to that,” Johnny said, shoulder hugging Gus. “I think we are all coming down a little from the ‘Starlight’ op. Go and do all your networking chores, Muerto. We grabbed Conrad early. Gus and I will be over later to find out how the ‘Monster Squad’ feel about another joint effort. Does it really matter in these times if Paul and Denny get involved?”
“It does. We can’t do what’s necessary to safeguard America without these internal battles, Johnny. All of it should be in the open with every citizen involved, coupled with border shutdown, and no immigration passes from anywhere in the Middle East. That ain’t happening, so we’re stuck with putting Band-Aids on each potential atrocity without ever attacking the cause. I’m game, because I damn well will not ever allow Sharia Law or Islam to dictate my life. I will kill until I have no bullets, no killing implements, and I am dead. As you two know, I will make my passing legendary.”
Gus shook hands with Nick in double grip passion. “I’m in all the way, brother.”
“As am I,” Johnny added, joining the three way handshake. “I want nothing more in this life than to die with my boots on, at the side of my friends, as Dan did. He may not have had us at his side when he took out that piece of shit burglar, but we were with him in his head, along with his lost mate.”
“Exactly right, Johnny. I’ll call when I make arrangements one way or another for our buddy, Al-Kadi. If we get the ‘Monster Squad’ involved, this alteration in Isis plans is going to get real bloody.”
“There is no choice in that. This hive must be dealt with, Muerto.”
“I know, but we have to take some added steps to get backing or risk ending up on Harding’s Monster Squad Island. We’re in the middle of a silent war against an enemy so stupid they blatantly put their messages of pedophilia, honor killings, and female genital mutilation on public forums such as YouTube - yet they’re funded, enabled, and whitewashed by a growing number of liberal dolts in this country. We may not ever be able to correct all of their traitorous mistakes.” Nick shrugged with a sigh of acceptance and tightlipped purpose. “We could just accept it all as it comes. With me… that will never happen.”
“Yes!” Johnny pumped a fist. “I was absorbed into this plague because I felt helpless to react as an individual. No more! Everything happening within Islam is blasphemy! To put it bluntly: peace my ass! At least I am finally part of something that can defend civilization in spite of a vocal part of our citizens who would rather be chained as chattel.”
“I change every time we do an op like the ‘Starlight’ or gather in a blight on humanity like Conrad,” Gus admitted. “I’m never giving up this chance to thwart whatever plot of one world order our idiot leaders splice together. We are not all the same. I want to barf when I hear about the rest of the world. Stay where the hell you are. Make things right or bend over and let them pork you in your own damn countries… idiots!”
Nick smiled. “Great… we’ve solved the world’s problems. Let’s split and meet later where we can return to the day by day grind of actually eliminating our enemy. Yes… I know it’s still a ‘Whack-a-mole’ solution with no end in sight, but we only have one dog in this hunt: America. Since we all agree this Islamist Trojan Horse plague can only be stopped on a minimal basis at this time, let’s concentrate on what we can do. We protect Emily and her Dad first and foremost. That can only be done in one way - wasting anyone fomenting plans against state senator Waterson’s family. I have a bad feeling about the Pilot Hill pack. If I convince John and his crew to take a hand in this, I think those dogs plotting to carry out any kidnappings in the future will think twice. I doubt many of them, if any, will survive this operation.”
“I will bring Cala. Sometimes your words upset me, Muerto, and the only solution is Harding’s professed saviors, the Bud and Beam brothers,” Johnny stated with a straight face. “Cala will be my designated driver.”
“Good thinking, Kabong,” Nick said. “How about you, Payaso?”