The Quieting (435 hits)
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Submitted by legallady (View user info) at 2004-09-14 20:38:11 EDT
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Clint took his time dressing. They wanted him in survival gear. So Clint dressed in what he could find. Black tshirt, Realtree fatigues, and he slowly laced up his hiking boots waiting for instructions. Clint needed relief. It was his turn to rest but rest wasn't coming until the mission was complete. He had to stay out that night and complete his duty. He had been up all night for months trying to accomplish the mission to figure it all out, to prepare. He even bought ammo up North when he couldn't find any local. The weapon assigned to him was a Marlin .375. There isn't much use for that kind of fire power in Florida. Clint was carefully planning as he was instructed.
Clint was walking down Broad street the next morning when Jimmy saw him. He was wet and dirty and carrying the rifle casually thru the neighborhood. Jimmy thought "oh shit" what the fuck is Clint doing. Carrying a rifle down the street, playing army with the getup he was wearing and police swarming the neighborhood. After what happened last night. Jimmy tried not to panic.
He slowly stopped the car and hollered. "Clint, hey man. What's up?"
Clint responded, "Nothing dude, just out camping."
"What do you meaning camping? Have you been to the boarding house?" Jimmy asked, thinking about the big rifle Clint carried.
"No man, I slept under a tree, near the pits. The old dude threw water on me. I decided it was time to come home. I am tired of hunting."
"Hunting?" Jimmy asked wondering again how the hell he could get the loaded gun out of Clint's hands. "Well, I will give you a ride. Put your gun in the back seat and get in the front."
It was only a block or two more to the boarding house Jimmy wasn't sure Clint was going to get in the car. Clint laid the Marlin on the back seat and climb in the front. Looked Jimmy in the eye and smiled.
Jimmy drove straight up Broad street passing the turn. Keeping Clint occupied with conversation about the family and school. It took less than five minutes to get to the police department. Jimmy told Clint to sit still. Not to move he would be right back. Clint smiled big and said, "okay".
The police department was secure. He had to buzz a little personless intercom and state his business. He pressed and pressed when finally some uninterested police personal buzzed him in. Jimmy quickly looked back at his car to see Clint sitting there laughing to himself. Jimmy told the duty officer behind the bullet proof glass, my cousins out in my car, right out front, and there is a rifle in the back seat.
Leroy was going to watch a little news before he went to bed. As he entered the common room in the boarding house he could hear the tv already on. Thinking to himself he would have to make conversation with someone he thought about turning back and just going to bed. He hated to talk to these losers, thinking to himself he must be moving on soon, find a better place to live. As he swung the door into the room something was dragging across the floor, stuck under the door sliding as he pushed. He looked down and saw a streak of red on the floor, about an inch thick. Leroy looked up to the sofa.
Leroy slammed the door and ran to a payphone outside the boarding house. He was trying to breathe and talk.
"911- what's your emergency?"
"The guy's head is cut off."
"Excuse me sir, what happened and what is your location"
"He's been decapitated. His head is gone."
"Whats your location sir?"
I am staying at the '______ house", he is in the tv room."
"Is he still breathing? Can you tell if he is breathing?"
"I am outside. I don't have a phone. I am using the outside phone. I ain't going back in there"
"Do you have any weapons? The police are on their way?"
"I don't have no weapons; I just went there to watch a little tv before bed. I ain't going back in there"
"Police are out front, I am hanging up now."
Clint didn't tell the police what happened in the tv room. He told them what he could remember. What the voices allowed him to tell. The police let him go; the detectives didn't want to rush to judgment, telling Clint that they had to keep the rifle for ballistics testing and they would be in touch with him. Clint thought he might be catching a cold from the night air and the water. But he slept really good that night. The mission was complete and the voices were finally quiet. .
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