01-11-2021, 11:30 PM
The blacked-out van pulled up outside of an old meat processing plant. Just a small operation;
two not-so-large metal buildings on the edge of town. Near an almost hidden pond. It had gone
out of business years before but continued to serve what some would call useful purposes.
Two men, all in black, exit the cab and run to the rear doors. They open up as two more men dressed
the same jump out. Left in the vehicle are a pair of gentlemen in nice suits. Hands bound in front of them,
black hoods over their heads.
"Let's go!" commanded the driver.
Both hostages scoot forward and hop out. They are led inside by their machine gun wielding captors.
Once in, the captives are led down a hallway and pushed into separate rooms next to one another.
The van driver and his passenger follow their guest into the room on the right. The driver stands watch,
gun raised, while the passenger secures the bound man to an old office chair. The captive starts coughing.
The armed man steps forward and slams the butt of his gun into the face of the seated man.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yells.
The man tries to stifle his cough. The armed man gives his partner the nod. The second man delivers a gut
punch to their guest.
"Gonna be Hell when my people find us." said the seated man.
The driver rips the hood from his head, exposing his face. It's Baxter McCarthy - Vice President of the United
States of America.
"Who the fuck do you think's responsible for you being here?" the man asked, leaning in close.
Things were getting messy...
two not-so-large metal buildings on the edge of town. Near an almost hidden pond. It had gone
out of business years before but continued to serve what some would call useful purposes.
Two men, all in black, exit the cab and run to the rear doors. They open up as two more men dressed
the same jump out. Left in the vehicle are a pair of gentlemen in nice suits. Hands bound in front of them,
black hoods over their heads.
"Let's go!" commanded the driver.
Both hostages scoot forward and hop out. They are led inside by their machine gun wielding captors.
Once in, the captives are led down a hallway and pushed into separate rooms next to one another.
The van driver and his passenger follow their guest into the room on the right. The driver stands watch,
gun raised, while the passenger secures the bound man to an old office chair. The captive starts coughing.
The armed man steps forward and slams the butt of his gun into the face of the seated man.
"Shut the fuck up!" he yells.
The man tries to stifle his cough. The armed man gives his partner the nod. The second man delivers a gut
punch to their guest.
"Gonna be Hell when my people find us." said the seated man.
The driver rips the hood from his head, exposing his face. It's Baxter McCarthy - Vice President of the United
States of America.
"Who the fuck do you think's responsible for you being here?" the man asked, leaning in close.
Things were getting messy...
