Don't be That Guy

                Nouno had moved to New York City to go to college.  Growing up in the Midwest in the upper middle class, he lived in a homogenous suburb and only went to Catholic schools.  From an early age, his parents enrolled him in various martial arts such as Brazilian Ju Jitzu, Muay Thai and wrestling. When it came time to go to college, nouno gravitated to the big city of New York.  Despite living in a homogenous neighborhood, he was fortunate enough to travel a lot.  He found that the more different cultures he met, the most fascinated he became with them.  This is what attracted him to New York City.  While there, he quickly found that all his friends were either 1^st generation Americans or immigrants themselves.  Nouno was a 2^nd Generation Greek but the culture was instilled him as if he was 1^st generation.  Due to this, nationalism meant something to him.  In New York, he found that the students whose parents and grandparents were born and raised in America thought “nationalism” was fake and a social construct.  Not understanding how important it was for him to be Greek, made it hard for them to understand him at all.  The one thing that Nouno also had in common with his friends is although they descended or emigrated from other places, they all understood that America is the greatest place to live.  That’s because they had seen what real socialism and racism were.  Chauvinism and oppression in America just couldn’t hold a candle to the discrimination abroad.

    

            Nouno’s closest friend was a Belarussian girl who had emigrated to the country when she was four so didn’t really have an accent.  Nouno found her very attractive with her short black hair, hour shape body, strong firm legs but not too muscular that accentuated her round and shapely behind.  Her face had an exotic look to it that looked to not quite be Asian but not really European either.   She had small breasts but that didn’t stop guys from catcalling her on a daily basis.   Nouno was not surprised to find out that she had a boyfriend.  He thought nothing of it but he started realizing that whenever she hung out with Osama, the boyfriend, she would have new bruises or black eyes.  She always had an excuse like she has thin skin so bruises easily or she was dancing and a girlfriend swung her head back and hit her in the eye.  She and Osama were off and on throughout college and Nouno noticed that when they were off, somehow her skin wasn’t so thin because bruises wouldn’t occur.  Her friends weren’t as clumsy and stopped accidentally head butting her when they went out dancing.  Nouno brought this up a lot but never really got a real explanation.  The best he got was that Osama wasn’t like all the other guys that stare at her and drop their corny pick up lines.  He insulted her and put her down.  He was older too and she needed older men because she was just too mature for college boys and he was a 24-year-old man.  On one particular day when she had finally decided she was done with Osama, she was at dinner with Nouno.  Osama tracked her down and demanded that she come outside to talk.  Nouno went with her and Osama’s friend said, “Go back inside.”

    

            “No, that’s not going to happen.”

                The friend, like Osama, was Middle-Eastern.  He got up in Nouno’s face and said, “This is between them”

                Nouno smiled and said, “I need to make sure he doesn’t hit her.”

                “That’s why I’m here”

                “Yea, but I don’t trust you.  You’d probably join in.”

                “Don’t fucking test me”

                “You approached me bro.”

                The conversation was over and Nouno’s friend went storming back in the restaurant visibly upset.  Osama’s friend shook his head and said, “Alright, she’s back inside, now you can go too.”

                Nouno shrugged his shoulder and agreed.  Osama said, “Hey, just so you know.  While she has your dick in a jar, she’ll come crawling back to me again and I will do what you only dream of doing to her.”

                Nouno stopped smiling and glared back, “The problem with you is that you think people dream about beating the shit out of women.”

                “Women like to be dominated”

                “Within reason.  They don’t like massive bruising and black eyes.  See, your culture punishes women for being beautiful, that’s why you have to blemish her skin.  You need to punish her for revealing too much of feminine beauty.  I have no patience for people like you.”

                “You better hope we never meet again.”

                “Nothing would make me happier.”

                A lot has happened since that tension filled night in New York.  Nouno, in reaction to the migrant caravans invading America had started a minute men group.  The Minute Men were a group of civilians that volunteered to help ICE agents but shooting anyone invading America.  The ICE agents couldn’t do it without backlash from their superiors or the media so the Minute Men took on the duty.  The Southern Poverty Center did list them as a terrorist group but with Donald Trump as president, the DOJ was too busy with fake Russian collusion that they didn’t want to stop the Minute Men. They just let the media give them bad press but the Minute Men couldn’t care less what CNN, NBC, ABC or the New York Times thought of them.  Eventually, President Trump pulled money from various funds that congress had denied to him outright to build the wall.  Once that happened, the need for the Minute Men decreased and they went back to their lives.  Nouno, however, still wanted to be in the action.  He was married to a blond Greek girl.  She was a little younger than he was with shoulder length hair, hour glass shaped body but big breasts and firm posterior and greenish-grey eyes that mesmerized people.  Her name was Abby and she was very independent so didn’t mind Nouno going off on his little adventures. 

                Nouno had met a couple Venezuelans in New York so was very familiar with how things were under Chavez.  In college, he had Venezuelans, after finding out he was a Bush supporter, ask why Bush didn’t invade Venezuela like he did Iraq.  After all, Venezuela has more oil than Iraq.  At the time, Venezuela was the fourth highest importer of oil to the United States.  Nouno never really had an answer.  Other Venezuelans he spoke to talked about how they had siblings kidnapped or they themselves were almost kidnapped and held for ransom because they were middle class.  That’s why they fled.  Nouno couldn’t imagine what it was like but it had only gotten worse.  Now the country was littered with hyperinflation as their currency was worthless.  The Columbians were manning their borders to stop Venezuelans from coming in illegally.  Nouno tried to imagine what state a country has to be in when drug cartels are the better alternative.  The citizens were using the money to make things that money normally buys like purses.  The bills were worth more as fabric than a means of trade and they were so starved that they would eat pigeons and rats.  Finally, the people were speaking up.  They were sick of Maduro who just took over where Chavez left off.  They elected Juan Guaido as president.  Finally, they could start a recovery.

                Unfortunately, it wasn’t going to be that simple.  Maduro claimed that he actually won the election and refused to step down.  This caused rioting but Maduro had the military on his side and he violently suppressed any rebellions from the people.  Unlike the last 20 years or so, this time media outlets were covering the atrocities and Nouno was watching it.  Given that New York is filled with Latinos and he had many Dominican friends, he was fluent in Spanish.  He said to Abby, “Honey, I have to help them.”

                “Are you crazy?  It’s a war zone over there.”

                “No, that’s the problem; you have people with guns confronting people without guns.  The results are predictable.  I’m not going to lead a charge on wherever Maduro is, I’m going to arm those loyal to Guaido.”

                “Don’t you think the government is already doing that?  I mean Trump and the US government backed Guaido along with several other countries.  Don’t worry; they’re going to start the coup all on their own.”

                “It’s not a coup, it’s an uprising.”

                “You’re right, Guaido won fair and square so he’s the rightful leader.  It can’t be a coup when the rightful leader is trying to get his power.”

                “Look at the political climate now.  The Democrats and establishment Republicans have handcuffed President Trump.  They launched a two year fake investigation into Russian collusion and they try to stop him at every turn.  The house has a Democrat majority.  Most of the Democrats are admitted socialists, which is what Maduro is.  The house is run by people that are sympathetic to the guy that the Venezuelans are rising up against.  You really think they’re going to approve war with Venezuela?  You really think the President can enact the military procedure for 90 days without the media pretending that it isn’t a constitutionally given power of the President to do it?  Hell, Clinton did it more than every president before him combined.  It was like his favorite power to utilize but if Trump tried that, they’d call it treason and pretend it’s grounds for impeachment.  He has too many fights.  Just like when he was fighting for the border wall, I needed to step up.”

                “You were protecting American sovereignty.  This is Venezuelan sovereignty.”

                “If we don’t fight them over there, we’re going to fight them here.”

                “What in the last 20 years has convinced you of that?  We wiped out ISIS in Syria and still Abu Bakr Al-Baghdadi has come back.  He’s promoting his little Caliphate again.  I mean, we thought he was dead in 2014 now he’s making videos about current events.  You had the shootings in New Zealand and Sri Lanka.  I mean these assholes can just make a video and gullible, impressionable sleeper cells here drink the Kool-aid and they commit terrorist acts here.  Now the Democrats have this scorched Earth mentality to open the border so that terrorist can run amuck and turn America into a third world hell hole just so they can have more voters.  See, when you’re the one in power, socialism is good.  It’s only for everyone else that it’s death, destruction and destitution.”

                Nouno thought about this.  He really didn’t have much of a rebuttal.  Liberals covered up the atrocities of Antifa, Muslims, Somalis, MS-13 and other Latino gangs in the name of multi-culturalism that to say that attacking them abroad has stopped them from being here hasn’t worked out.  He said, “So what’s your solution?”

    

           “Focus on hardening the United States and fixing intelligence and building walls and DOJ infrastructure. We have to stop the corruption in the FBI, CIA and get people who will investigate foreigners instead of conservatives.  The government needs to allow statistics to be kept on how much crime immigrants commit so that liberals can stop saying that illegals commit less crime than locals knowing it can’t be disproved because Democrats won’t let any official records be taken.  Instead, we have to rely on prison data.  And yes, there are a lot more illegal immigrants in jail than locals.  Yet, the left just writes that off as police bias.”  Abby switched to a sarcastic voice, “It couldn’t possibly be that they commit more crimes relevant to their share of the population.  Even though that is the most logical explanation.”

                “I’m not saying you’re wrong.  If you don’t take care of yourself, you can’t help anyone else.  I just gotta do this.  I can’t just stand by and let this happen.  I’m not fighting in the war, I’m just arming them.”

                “By yourself?”

                “No, with the former Minute Men”

                “They are very loyal”

                “Please”

                Abby rolled her eyes.  She said, “What if you don’t make it back?”

                “Look in the mirror, you’re still in your 20s, you can find another man.  Besides the life insurance policy on me is very generous.  I’m worth more dead than alive.  Especially if I get murdered, I think you can get double indemnity.  Holy shit, you’d be rich.”

                Abby gave him a dirty look, “Some things are more important than money.  We’re comfortable now.  I’d rather have you then all that money.”

                Nouno got serious, “I know, but we’re talking about worst case scenarios”

                “I don’t want to be that wife that stops her husband from doing what he wants.”

                “So don’t be.”

                “Why did you marry me?”

                “Because you’re the only girl I ever met that I fantasized about coming home to rather than being intimate with.”

                “So come home to me.”

                “I’ll do my best.”

                “Not good enough.”

                “I’ll come home to you.”

                “One more thing”

                “What?”

                “When we had our debate about whether you should go.  Objectively.  You do consider yourself an objectivist right.  Who was right?”

                Nouno smiled, “You were right, I was wrong.”

                “Even though you say you’re never wrong?” Abby said tauntingly with a smile. 

                “Yup, I was mistaken this time.”

                Abby rolled her eyes.  She said, “Fine, do what you got to do.”

                “Thank You”

                Nouno and his Minute Men started slow.  They targeted soldiers that attacked unarmed rioters.  They stayed away from large rioting areas and went to smaller protests.  This is because smaller protests led to lower level military members.  With the Minute Men armed, they made short work of them.  They then spoke with the protesters to find out who they needed to talk to to get to Guaido and arm his security to take on Maduro.  It didn’t take long for them to work their way up.  It was the end of April 2019 when videos surfaced of Guaido’s men pulling Maduro men out of cars and storming strong holds.  As soon as Nouno delivered the weapons, he and his men left the fighting to the locals who will ultimately benefit from a Guaido victory. 

                When Nouno got home, Abby was looking at her phone.  She looked up when he entered the door and she ran to him wrapping her arms and legs around him.  Nouno held her and kissed her on the neck.  She dropped down on her feet and started slapping him in the chest.  She said, “You know I was so worried.  I kept watching those videos and I swear to God if I saw you in any of them I was going to kill you when you got home”

                “Did you?”

                “No, that’s why you got love taps to the chest.  I would have slapped you in the face if I did.”

                “But, why did I get hit at all.”

                “Because you went.”

                “You said I could”

                “I wanted you to decide on your own not to.”

                “Well that doesn’t make sense.”

                “Look, you made a real difference.  Finally Guaido is defending himself instead of relying on the international community to convince Maduro to step down.”

    

            “So, I did good.”

                Abby smiled, “Yes you did good.”

                “So, what did I miss when I was gone?”

                “Obama’s National Security advisor Ben Rhodes was interviewed by this guy named Ballasy at PJ media about whether or not the White House was involved in Spygate.”

                “Let me guess, he denied denied denied”

                “Yea, but unlike everyone else, he couldn’t even keep his cool”

                “He got mad?”

                “No, he was just stuttering and was very uncomfortable.  I mean he panicked.  He was basically a stuttering prick.”

                “That’s surprising.  Rhodes is a fiction writer.  He should be able to tell a false story, I mean it’s what he does!”

                “Yea well nobody fact checks fiction because, well, they know it’s fiction.”

                “He did say the media is so stupid and they believe anything he and Obama says to them.”

                “Could you imagine if President Trump said that?”

                “Oh, him saying ‘fake news’ they pretend is obstruction of justice.  This would probably be high crimes and misdemeanor.”

                Abby’s brother came in from the neighboring room.  Nouno looked at Abby and then her brother and said, “Hi Steven, I didn’t know you were here.”

                “Yea well someone had to keep your wife company when you wanted to police the world.”

                Steven was a liberal who used to work for a media outlet.  He hadn’t been involved in media for three years now and was working in his parent’s restaurant.  Abby just smiled.  Steven went on, “So rather than just mocking him, do you have any evidence that the White House knew.”

                “You sure you want to do this with me?”

                “Yup”

                “Okay, so Susan Rice worked closely with Ben Rhodes”

                “Who’s Susan Rice?”

                She worked in Obama’s white house.  She was involved in record numbers of unmasking with people on the Trump campaign.”

                “Unmasking?”

                “When the government wire taps a foreign national, if Americans are picked up, they protect their identities because, before Obama, we don’t spy on American citizens.  So, the Americans are ‘masked’ and only the foreigners that are under surveillance have their identities known.  If, however, it becomes a national security issue, you can request for the Department of Justice to unmask the American’s name.”

                “And Susan Rice did this more than anyone else?”

                “Yup”

                “Fine, but that’s not Obama, that’s just a member of his staff.  You can’t blame him”

                “Yes you can because he’s in charge.  In any other contexts a manager is responsible for the behavior of their subordinates.”

                “Well, that’s a little weak to indict a former President.”

                “I disagree but I don’t have to because they’ve leaked more texts between Page and Strzok”

                “Who are they?”

                Abby said, “Oh come on Steven! Strzok was the FBI agent that was the lead investigator in the Spygate scandal before Mueller started the council and Page is the FBI lawyer he was having an affair with.”

                Nouno said, “Both were on the council and were fired when the inspector general discovered all these texts that revealed how they tried to stop Trump from becoming president and hated him with a burning passion.  They also were nice enough to lay out the entire plan.  The DOJ is being smart and leaking them out slowly but surely to keep it in the news and do the most damage.”

                Steven said, “A lot of people hate Trump.”

                Nouno took out his phone and said, “True, but let’s go to relevant texts.  Let’s see, oh here’s one on 9/2/16, Strzok texts Page “POTUS wants to know everything we’re doing.”

                Steven’s shoulders dropped, “POTUS as in President of the United States?  When was this?”

                “September 2, 2016”

                “Well that means that…..oh wait, the election was in November 2016, yea Obama was still President.”

                “What do you think that means?”

                “Maybe they didn’t listen.”

                “Yes, the commander of chief gave an order they ignored and didn’t lose their job.  Keep in mind this isn’t like Trump being president.  Obama wouldn’t get accused of obstruction or whatever you liberals accuse him of for firing a subordinate.”

                “But did anything come of it?”

                “Glad you asked” Nouno said with a smile, “August 6 text from Strzok, ‘Briefing with D going to White House Wednesday and talks about briefing “McDonaugh”

                “In English?  Who are these people?”

                “Well, D is the FBI director, which was Jim Comey at this time.  McDonaugh was Obama’s chief of Staff”

                “See, they’re going to the chief of staff not the president”

                “You really think he doesn’t brief the president on it?  That is kind of his job.”

                “So what happened at the meeting?”

                “Good question, but we’re not done with texts.  I wish I knew what happened in the meeting.  If someone recorded the President in the Oval Office.  Oh wait, we don’t do that, that’s what you guys condone”

                Abby said, “Hey hey hey, keep the gloves up.”

                “What do you mean?  I love Steven.”

                Abby said, “I know, but so do I and that was kind of a low blow.”

                Steven said, “I don’t need your protection, let’s hear the text”

                Nouno said, “Well on 10/14/16 Page tells Strzok’s boss McCabe ‘Just called, apparently the DAG (deputy attorney general Sally Yates) wants to be there, and WH (White House) wants DOJ to host.  So we are setting that up now.  We will very much need to get Cohen’s view before we meet her.  Better, have him weigh in with her before the meeting.  We need to speak with one voice, that is in fact the case”

                “Michael Cohen?  Trump’s lawyer”

                “No, not that Cohen.  Deputy CIA Director under Obama David Cohen.  ‘Cohen’ is a very popular name, that was the problem with that whole Prague meeting.  Since we know Michael Cohen has never been to Prague, it was probably the wrong Cohen.”

                “Remember how you accused Mueller of leaving out responses.  Like when Papadopoulos asked if he could meet with Russians and they left out that the response was ‘no’?  Well you’re doing the same thing.  She asked her boss, but what did the boss say?”

                “He responded within the hour that he’d set it up”

                “Page responded shortly after that the meeting would happen five days later on 10/19/16”

                Steven looked back and forth and said not very confidently, “Well you don’t know what they talked about?”

                “Yea, they just didn’t think to talk about investigating who could be the next president of the United States right before the election?  Especially when Peter Strzok is the lead investigator in that investigation into Trump but I’m sure it was about something else.” Theo’s tone was heavily sarcastic.

                “Well I think they’re heroes because they tried to stop Trump from being president and Trump is horrible.”

                “So you admit that that is what they probably talked about”

                “No, wait, I mean…”

                “Now you sound like Ben Rhodes”

                “Look, I’m glad your back, I’m glad you’re okay.  I’m going home.”

  

              Nouno gave Steven a hug and said, “Stop by any time”

                Abby gave her brother a hug and Steven left.

                After Steven left, Abby turned to Nouno and said, “We need to talk?”

                “Oh God” Nouno said as he rolled his eyes.

                “What? You don’t know what I’m going to say.”

                “Every time you say we gotta talk, it’s always shit I got to do.”

                “Well, you’re right, it is a conversation about what you need to do but I think you’ll like it.”

                “Doubtful”

                Abby smiled condescendingly and said, “I love you.  I don’t want to reign you in.  I don’t want to saddle you.  I know you need the adventure.  You need the fight.  The border is still a problem but the President is focused on it.  The wall is being built and the ICE agents are getting military support.  So, let’s use your skills in a place ignored by the government.”

                Nouno tilted his head, “What do you mean?” he said interested. 

                “When gangs and illegals attack Americans, the establishment judges and Democrats protect the perpetuators and ignore the victim.  What if you even these odds?”

                Nouno considered this, “I like the idea”

                “I want to come with you though.”

                “Why?”

                “I don’t want to lose you to the cause.”

                “I actually prefer that.  One, because I can’t live without your hugs but also I don’t trust anyone more than me to keep you safe from retaliation.”

                “I also pick the targets”

                “That works, I’m not as good at research as you are.”

                “Okay then.”

                “We’re going to New York.  There’s an Arab in charge of a sex trafficking ring.  We’re going after the head.  His name is Sam”

                Abby handed Nouno a picture and Nouno’s body tensed up.  He shook his head, “No, that’s not his name, his name is Osama”

                “Well, yea, he’s Arab so he probably goes by ‘Sam’ to pretend to assimilate”

                “I know him”

                “What?”

                “He dated a friend of mine in college on and off.  He beat the shit out of her but I couldn’t do anything because I thought my friend would never talk to me again.”

                “Girls like guys that protect them.”

                “Yea, I didn’t know that in college.  The feminist movement made it very confusing if that was true.  Anyway, this one will be easy.”

                “How so?”

                “My friend doesn’t go on social media because even after all these years, she still thinks he’s going to stalk her.”

                “Okay, so what are you saying?”

                “I have pictures of her. I’m going to make a Facebook page for her.  I’ll talk about where I’m going to be and he’ll come.”

                “You really think he’s still hung up on her.  I mean you were in college 13 years ago.”

                “I hate the fucker, but he’s nothing if he’s not persistent.  He runs a sex trafficking ring.  Internationally, Eastern Europeans are very common to be trafficked.  The idea of dominating and turning a girl that freed herself from him into his whore…yea, he won’t resist that.”

                “Alright, let’s go to New York.”

                Abby and Nouno went to New York and went to a hotel.  While in the hotel, they were seeing coverage of Joe Biden giving a speech at a rally.  Nouno said, “Holy shit, the kid behind him is yawning.  There’s like a couple hundred people there.”

                “Alright”

                “Trump gets like 20,000 people in there.  He sells out arenas and Biden’s in a little hall?  It just looks bad.  Especially when the few people there are yawning.  Not even some of them, but the guys behind him.  Those are supposed to be the guys smiling and clapping like toy dolls.”

                “Are you sure you’re not just biased?”

                “I am biased but you can see for yourself.  A yawn is a yawn.  Attendance numbers are facts.  Campaigns are about snap shots and sound bites.  This is a bad snap shot.  Think about when Obama ran against Romney.  The last thing people saw was Obama stacking sand bags on a beach in New Jersey because of Sandy and Romney was campaigning.  Romney was up in the polls, then lost the election.  I think it’s because that’s the last thing people saw.”

                “It makes sense. History has been changed by pictures.  The army people raising the flag in World War II, Neil Armstrong planting the flag on the moon, a cop releasing a dog that’s jumping on a black man during the Civil Rights protests.  This makes sense.”

   

             Nouno hears Biden say, ‘Healthcare is a right, it’s not a privilege’ Nouno says, “Come on, why do Democrats keep saying everything’s a right?  It’s a nonsense statement”

                “Why’s that?”

                “Declaring a right creates a burden on someone else.”

                “What do you mean?”

                “Let’s take healthcare.  You’re saying if it’s a right, it should be free.  So, doctors, nurses, janitors, drug companies shouldn’t be compensated?  They shouldn’t make a profit?  So you force them to work for free?  Yea, that’s called slavery.”

                “Well when you put it like that….”

                “How else can you put it?  What do you call working with no pay?”

                “The Government pays them”

                “With who’s money?  How do they decide how much?  Some doctors are better than others.  You want the bad ones to bring down the price of the good ones?  The government fails in everything they tried.  I was just in Venezuela dealing with the results of this shit”

                “I know”

                “What if food is a right?  Should people stop paying restaurants, cooks, waitresses, bar tenders, etc.”

                “So you think healthcare is a privilege?  That doesn’t seem fair either.”

                “It’s neither.  It’s not a right or a privilege, it’s like anything else, it’s a service.  Like all services, like food, you pay for it.  You pay more for people who are better at it just like you pay more for restaurants with better food.  People providing it should be compensated just like people who provide food should be compensated.  And, we have the right to bear arms, that’s actually in the constitution so should the government give me a gun?”

                “Whoa, that’s ridiculous”

                “It’s a right isn’t it?”

                “Well yea, but…”

                “So it should be free.  The government should provide it right?”

                “I see your point.”

                The clip changes to the White House Correspondence Dinner.  A media guy is giving a speech in a voice that sounds like he’s on the verge of tears.  He talks about how is 11-year-old son was crying because Trump called the media fake news and he thought that the President was going to arrest his dad.  He went on talking about how his brother is a lawyer and his 11-year-old son is saying, “Can Uncle John help you if you end up in jail?”

                Abby said, “Oh come on!”

                Nouno smiled, “Are you going to the dark side?”

           

     “I hate people who overreact.  My aunt is like that too.  Someone called the company he works for ‘Fake News’ and he likens it to going to jail?! He’s like those metrosexual pussies that call themselves ‘men’ nowadays that when they get a flat tire they huddle in their car crying that the world is ending.  Go outside, use the jack, take off the lug nuts and change the damn tire, stop bitching.  Or when someone sees a bug or a mouse and they scream and run around the house.  What is that going to do?  You never want to be that guy.  It’s just ridiculous and the fucking feminist movement has made men act like that guy.  It’s ridiculous.  Just man the fuck up! Stop whining! Also, I have a problem when people talk about how their little kids are crying.  That little kid probably cried if you shut off his favorite show so crying isn’t too impressive.  A rapist may have kids and if he went to jail the kids would cry because nobody wants their parent to go to jail but the dude is a fucking rapist so he deserves to go to jail.  Just because you’re a father, doesn’t mean you can rape and murder people.  You’re not above the law because you’re a fucking parent.  I hate when people use this excuse.  Nobody likes that guy!  Just stop being that guy.”

             

   “I love you so much.”

                Abby blushed and said, “I love you too.  Especially because you’re not that guy.”

                Nouno set up the Facebook page using old pictures of his college friend.  He mentioned older bars and higher end restaurants to make it more believable.  It didn’t take long for Nouno to recognize Osama.  Osama walked into the bar and Nouno walked out.  He wanted this done outside of the purview of bouncers.  Osama walked around the bar and waited a while.  Nouno was a patient man so sat on a bench and day dreamed.  The good thing about New York is nobody thinks it’s suspicious if someone is sitting outside for hours.  Eventually Osama gave up and came outside.  Nouno approached him and said, “We meet again terrorist.”

                Osama narrowed his eyes and then recognized him, “Oh it’s the dork that did nothing when I was making his friend my bitch.”

                “She didn’t need me; she got rid of you all by herself.”

                “Did she now?”

                “What do you do now?  Kidnap women and whore them out after you beat them into submission?”

                Osama looked back and forth and glared at Nouno.  He punched Nouno across the face.  Nouno kicked himself for not expecting this.  I mean why else did he come here?  Osama was three inches shorter than Nouno with a buzzed head covered in a bandana and Middle Eastern skin.  Nouno was six feet, pale skinned and bald.  Osama grabbed Nouno by the neck and dragged him into an alley.  He said, “Where is she?”

                Nouno turned his body so he had room to lie back.  He let his legs drop and Osama’s forward momentum pushed Nouno onto his back.  He rolled through lifting his right leg flinging Osama over him and flipping him onto his back.  Nouno got up and rubbed his throat.  Osama got up and drove his shoulder into Nouno’s chest and pinned him against the wall.  He punched Nouno twice in the face and then backed up throwing his entire weight behind a jab.  Nouno moved his head and Osama slammed his fist against the brick building.  Nouno punched Osama in the stomach and repeatedly drove his fists into Osama’s body before bringing his right hand vertical and uppercutting Osama under the chin.  Osama backed up but didn’t go down.  Nouno hurried forward and jumped to the side driving his knee into Osama’s sternum.  Osama dropped to a knee and Nouno came flying with his left knee to Osama’s temple.  Osama rolled onto his back and Nouno stomped on Osama’s thighs saying, “This is for all those times you bruised her legs.” He then straddled Osama and grabbed his shirt lifting his head off the ground.  Nouno drove his large right knuckles into Osama’s eyes oscillating between them.  He said, “This is for the black eyes you gave her.” Osama’s head bounced off the ground with every blow and his eyes glazed over in unconsciousness quickly thereafter.  Nouno panted and then reached to his waist where he always kept a three inch spring assisted blade.  He triggered the spring snapping the blade out and locking it in place.  Nouno took an overhand grip and drove it into the major artery in the chest.  Even though Osama couldn’t hear him, “He said, “And this is for all the girls you kidnapped and prostitute.”

                Nouno panted and got up.  He wiped the blood off on Osama’s shirt and closed the blade clipping it back to his waist.  He kept his head down and went to the subway.  On his way, he texted Abby to say it was done and he was heading home.  When he got back to the hotel, Abby gave him a big hug.  She pulled back a little when she felt blood on her shirt.  She said, “You’re bleeding’

                “Yea, that’s probably going to happen in this line of work.”

                Abby grabbed his arm and led him to the bathroom.  She took out a first aid kid and took out a gauze wiping the blood.  She wet a towel and wiped his face and tended his wounds.  She said, “It’s not that bad.”

                “I know It’s not”

                “Did you find out where he’s keeping the girls?”

                “No, we didn’t get that far”

                “Is he in a position to ever talk again?”

                “Even If someone was listening, that’s not very subtle but no.”

                “Alright, well did you get his cell phone so we can see where it’s pinged?”

                “No”

                “You’re going to have to get better at this.  It’s not just about killing bad people; you have to save people sometimes too.”

                “Yea, I didn’t really think of that when I was fighting to the death.”

                “Well do better next time.”

                Turns out Abby was able to find out where they were with police records of women complaining to be raped by him but were ignored because people who hesitant to prosecute Muslims.  Abby had to go to the police station a couple times and turn on the charm to get information she needed.  She found where they were and he left an anonymous tip that she saw a fight between a white guy and a Muslim outside the location and that the white guy won and was hiding in the house.  Truth was Nouno and Osama’s fight was nowhere near where he was keeping the girls but it did bring the cops.  They knocked on the door and quickly found nobody would be answering.  They got a warrant and searched the premises and found all the kidnapped girls and arrested the other person there who was a co-conspirator with Osama.  Osama’s body was found after 24 hours.  Nobody was asking questions so they didn’t pursue finding the killer very closely.  Abby and Nouno returned home to Arizona and lied low.  This was a proof of concept and it seemed to work.  Abby said, “So, what do you think?  Does this fulfill your need for adventure and to ‘do something?”

                ‘Yes it does”

                “Alright, I enjoy the researching and helping people aspect.  We’re going to have to be a little more organized.  Instead of just a knife, you should carry a sedative too.  Kidnap them and make them confess if we need information out of them.”

                “I’m beginning to worry about you.”

                “Well you’re the one killing people”

                “Fair point”

                Nouno felt he’d like his new profession as a vigilante.  His work allowed him to work from home so ‘home’ could be anywhere that had internet service.  He could still work and do the vigilante stuff on the side.