Deangelo Parnell lives in Mobile, Alabama. In Alabama, you are either an Auburn fan or
an Alabama fan when it came to college football, which is more like a
religion. The county of Mobile was the
largest county in America. It was even
bigger than Rhode Island. At 17-years-old,
Deangelo is almost college age. He is a
very big fan of the Alabama Crimson Tide and is going to attend a game. It isn’t expected to be a very good game as
Alabama one of the, if not the, best team in the country is playing Duke.
Although Duke has a phenomenal basketball team, their football team is
lacking. People, however, will be tuned
into to see a slaughter and just what Alabama can do in this glorified
scrimmage. Unfortunately, Deangelo is planning a slaughter of a different kind.
Even though it’s not supposed to be a good contest,
please flock to the game in droves to watch the mighty Crimson Tide play. Deangelo drives to the game and is happy that
security is a little lax for he is hiding something that, if found, would, at
best, be confiscated but authorities may be called. As he gets into the stadium, he takes out a
gun and opens fire on the crowd. Before
security can subdue him, he has injured nine people. Luckily, there are no casualties.
Meanwhile in Arizona, Abby and her husband Nouno are
getting ready to watch college football.
They are both Ohio State fans having grown up in Cleveland, Ohio but
they are curious to watch Alabama play.
Abby knows that Nouno isn’t expecting much of a fight from Duke. Given that Nouno was born at Duke Hospital
and spent the first three years of his life there, she knows he supports the
team. It’s for this reason, she turns to
him and taunts, “You ready for your boys to get a mugging?”
Nouno smiles, “You never know. Alabama may look past them and not take them
seriously. Duke has nothing to lose so they can go all out.”
Abby gives him a questioning look, “Oh come on!”
Nouno smiles back, “Yea I know”
As the game progresses and they
watch live as a fan opens fire, Nouno shakes his head, “Well, I guess we got a
case.”
“Well, we need to wait to see if
law enforcement takes care of it.”
“Alright but these public
shooters piss me off.”
“Me too, but we have to at least
let the authorities do their job. If
they fail, then we’re going to Alabama.”
“Fair enough”
“I saw a thing about the Steele
dossier. Why are they talking about that
again?”
“First of all, it’s the Simpson
dossier, they just put Steele’s name on it.”
“Why would they do that? Who doesn’t want credit for their work?” Abby
exclaimed,
“Funny you should ask that
because Glenn Simpson’s wife, Mary Jacoby, posted on Facebook that she was annoyed
that Christopher Steele was getting credit for Glenn’s work.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“Oh, that’s easy. Steele had credibility from his work on the
FIFA case. They wanted the dossier to be
taken seriously so they put Steele’s name on it. People would have been more suspicious if
they knew it was written by a former Wall Street Journal writer who now does
oppositional research. A journalist who,
by the way, Hillary Clinton had paid through the law firm Perkins Coie.”
“Fine, but why now?”
“The IG report is supposed to
come out any day now. It was delayed
because Durham spoke to Christopher Steele for two days. After the meeting, they delayed the release
for a couple months.”
“That seems like a big deal.”
“Right, and mainstream media ignores
it. There’s only one question: Will
Steele stay strong or will he squeal?”
“What happens if he doesn’t stay
strong?”
“Then a whole lot of people are
going down. I would say Brennan and
Comey are in the most trouble.”
A couple weeks go by, and since
Deangelo was a minor, he is released.
Abby and Nouno quickly book a flight to Mobile. While on the plane, Nouno turns to Abby,
“With all this talk about the IG report being released, I’m getting a flashback
of memories.”
Abby rolls her eyes. She’s getting sick of Nouno’s obsession with
politics. She does realize that the
Democrat’s story has changed but the fact that nobody has been arrested despite
all this “damning and explosive” evidence, she has a feeling both sides are
full of shit. Nouno’s story, however,
hasn’t changed. It’s not like it’s been
disproven the way the left has and they just move on. She knows it’s important to him so she humors
him, “Alright, I’ll bite. What memories
have come flashing back?”
“Trey Gawdy was on Hannity and
he made an ominous announcement to anyone investigating the case. He said they should look into December 2016
e-mails between Brennan and Comey. Gawdy
also said that no effort was made to verify the information.”
“Where are you going with this?”
“Well, Durham is interviewing
CIA analysts about the origins of the FISA warrant on Carter Page. It’s not casual and is a more official
capacity considering the analysts are all lawyering up.”
“You like building
suspense. Just spit it out.”
“John Brennan was head of the
CIA. He said he didn’t see the dossier
until December 2016, which is when these texts between Comey and Brennan
happened. At the time, Comey thought the
information he got from Brennan was corroborating the Steele-Simpson
information. What if he figured out that
Brennan had the same source he did? What
if the texts were argumentative and contentious?”
“You’re saying Comey was mad at
Brennan for not being forthright with him on where he got the information.”
“Right”
“That doesn’t make sense. Wasn’t Brennan and Comey together on
this? DIdn’t they speak in one voice at
the White House per Strzok and Page texts?
Comey was the FBI director right?”
“He was the FBI director but
remember that’s when everything was going well and they thought Hillary would
win. Once shit hit the fan, then anger
could arise. I don’t think they’re very
friendly now. Especially because Brennan
already said in an interview that it would’ve been a derelict of duty by the
FBI if they didn’t verify the information he gave them. After all, Brennan claimed, he just gave them
snippets about stuff he’d heard. It’s
the FBI’s responsibility to verify it.”
“Brennan threw Comey under the
bus.”
“Yes, he did.”
“Is he right though? Does the FBI verify information that the CIA
gets?”
“No, they both do. You think the CIA goes around acting on
information they haven’t checked?”
“Didn’t Brennan say that he
pulsed his information against the FBI’s information in summer of 2016?”
Nouno nods and tilts his head to
the right impressed. “Yes, because he
already had the information. He didn’t
need to see the dossier because he was talking to the source.”
“Steele or Simpson?”
“Steele”
“But you say he didn’t write
it.”
“He had an idea what was in
it. He seems to forget some aspects when
he talks to the State Department but for the most part, he knew what Simpson
wrote.”
“Wasn’t there another reason you
knew Brennan knew the dossier information before 2016?”
“Because he briefed the gang of
8 on Capitol Hill in August 2016. The
information he gave was only found in the dossier.”
Nouno and Abby land in Mobile
and check into a motel. They immediately
canvas the area for crematoriums as is their routine. After they find the perfect place, Abby
starts hacking in Deangelo’s social media to find out his habits. Luckily, Deangelo is like most 17-year-olds
and is eternally present and very transparent on social media. Abby is surprised by this given what he did
but it works in her favor. He did open a
shadow account but didn’t hide it well and Abby easily figured it out. They devise a strategy and wait it out. Abby states, “I haven’t seduced anyone in a
while.”
“Good thing too.”
“Why’s that?” Abby snided back
“High risk. I don’t want you getting hurt.”
“Yea, I know you worry about
me.” She responded with a charming smile and continued, “Can I do this one?”
“He’s not a rapist. Besides, you’re kind of old for him.”
The smile turned to a
frown. Abby was 26 and the age
difference between her and DeAngelo was the same as Nouno and Abby. “You don’t think I can seduce a teenager?”
“I’m sure you could but it’s not
necessary.”
“No, I’m doing this. I’m still young; I’m not an old geezer like
you.”
“You do realize that you are in
the exact middle between me and DeAngelo?”
Abby’s mouth opened wide and she
lowered her chin to her chest. She shook
her head and got silent. Nouno knew she
wouldn’t stay mad for long.
Deangelo was at Buffalo Wild
Wings watching Alabama football.
DeAngelo orders wings and a coke and watches the game at a small
table. While watching, a girl walks to
his table with a beer in her hand. She
is blond and looks a little older. Based
on the beer, DeAngelo figured she’s 21 but he thinks she’s slightly older than
that. Then again, he’s not really
thinking about that. All he’s paying
attention to is the cleavage on her low cut shirt. The girl speaks, “Hey kid, I’ll make you a
deal. This place is packed can I just
sit at your table. I’ll buy you a beer
if I can have some of your wings.”
For the first time, DeAngelo
looks at her face. He knows it would be
suspicious if the waitresses saw him with a beer in front of him. With that said, he doesn’t want to admit that
he’s not 21. He had a plan to get around
this, “How about we share the beer and the wings?”
“Perfect, thank you so
much. You’re so sweet” the blond replies
with an ear to ear smile and an overabundance of charm in her voice.
They watch the game together and
DeAngelo likes that she is highly engaged in the game and is cheering for
Alabama.
Abby knew she could lure
DeAngelo with alcohol. High school boys
love to drink. She already had a backup
plan if the waitresses realized he was drinking underage but doubted she would
have to. The restaurant was packed with
Alabama fans. There were way too many
people to pay attention if some kid was taking a sip of someone else’s
beer. While watching the game, she made
sure to drop the wings onto her breasts so that barbeque sauce got on
them. She acted catty and called herself
clumsy but didn’t wipe it off. In the
corner of her eye, she knew that DeAngelo was fixated on them. His eyes were oscillating from her chest to
the screen to watch football. When the
game ended, DeAngelo asked, “Do you want to go back to my car and I’ll lick that
barbeque sauce off you.”
Abby smiled, “Don’t wipe your
hands. You’re not the only one that
wants to suck barbeque sauce off body parts.”
“Well, let’s go to my car and
we’ll compromise. I don’t think you’re
dirty enough. I’d like to rub more sauce
on you.”
Abby puckered her lips and
licked them seductively, “Let’s go.”
They walked to the car and
DeAngelo couldn’t get the smile off his face.
DeAngelo opened the door to the backseat. Abby got in on the other side and DeAngelo
leaned in not realizing that he fell right into a syringe. Abby depressed the plunger and DeAngelo was
unconscious instantly. Abby climbed into
the driver’s seat and drove the car.
Nouno followed them in his rental car.
They went down a side street and parked DeAngelo’s car as Nouno
transferred him to the trunk of their car.
Abby got in the passenger side and gave Nouno a smug smile. Nouno looked over with a condescending grin
of his own, “What? You didn’t think I knew you could do it?”
“Well, you gave me shit about
it.”
“I just like messing with
you. You know I know you’re a hot chic.”
Abby blushed but rolled her eyes. Nouno
finished with, “Then again, turning a teenage boy on isn’t exactly hard.”
Abby slapped Nouno in the arm
and shook her head. Nouno always wondered
why good looking girls never realize how good looking they are. Do they think it’s a coincidence that they
get cat called wherever they go?
When DeAngelo woke up he was
strapped to a bed covered in plastic.
Nouno stood over him, “I know I wasn’t who you wanted to see.”
“What happened? I didn’t even drink that much. Who are you?”
“I’m the husband of the woman
you tried to take into your car and fuck.”
“Oh, hey man, I didn’t know she
was married. She approached me. I meant no disrespect.”
Abby chimed in, “Oh really? You didn’t invite me to your car so you could
lick the barbeque sauce off my boobs?”
Now DeAngelo was confused. “You didn’t tell me you were married. You wanted to sit at my table and I said
yes. Look, you’re very attractive so I
took a shot. You could have said no.”
“And you could’ve not opened
fire at a sporting event.”
DeAngelo’s eyes wandered back
and forth. Theo grinned and articulated,
“Yea, we set you up.”
“So, you’re not mad that I hit
on your wife.”
“Not at all, you were supposed
to. We had to get you away from people
so we could knock your ass out. How does
it feel that a girl knocked you out by the way?”
“Look, I’m only 17. I’m young and stupid. I wanted to be popular and, you know, people
get famous when they shoot up public places.
I didn’t kill anyone.”
“That’s because cops stopped you
before you could. You hurt nine people.”
“But they’re alive.”
“Yea, not really good enough
kid”
“What are you going to do to
me?”
“Kill you.”
“Oh come on! We are at a crucial
moment in American history.”
“How’s that?”
“Durham is about to interview
Brennan.”
“John Durham? The US Attorney investigating the origins of
Spygzte? Or, you just have a problem
with the city that Duke is in? That’s
why you shot up the game?”
“No, the US Attorney General”
“Why do you think it’s
interesting that he’s interviewing Brennan?”
“Are you kidding? The former head of the CIA is in tight
spot. If he pleads the fifth, he looks
really bad. If he’s honest, it’s worse
because then everyone will know he’s been lying for years all over the
media. If he lies, he commits
perjury. There’s no good course of
action for him.”
“Why does that excite you?”
“Dude, every black man loves to
see the po-po go down.”
“He’s CIA not a police officer”
“Same difference man. We take what we can get.”
“Then you must be hoping that
Christopher Steele sings.”
“Hell yea, I want him to
snitch! If he snitches than everyone
goes down.”
“Well, Joe Digenova reported
that Steele is talking to Durham and saying the FBI lied.”
“Shit, I didn’t hear that. When did he say that?”
“Back in July I think. On July 26, 2019, the IG report, which was
supposed to come out in the summer, was delayed until early fall. First, it was Labor Day but given that it’s almost
Halloween, it’s just soon”
“Why was it delayed?”
“Because Durham and Barr talked
to Steele for two days. After the two
days, they realized they needed more time.”
“That’s what I’m saying, I can’t
die. I need to see how it ends. I’m sorry for what I did. A court of law decided I wasn’t a threat to
society.”
“Well, yea but we think you
are.”
“I’m not; I swear”
“Would you tell me if you were?”
“Well….no….but, you said the
FBI, what about Brennan and the CIA?”
“They always claimed they got
the information separate from Steele because they didn’t talk to Steele before
December 2016. Given that they all had
information that is only found in the dossier, various CNN analysts have gotten
lawyers. They know they’re in an
official fight.”
“Things are finally
happening. Come on, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I didn’t touch your wife. You got me man. Congratulations. You got a hot girl to marry
you! Good job man.”
“Thanks”
“Just let me go home and we’ll
forget this ever happened. I’m not even
an adult yet.”
“And you’re not going to be”
Nouno fired back as he stabbed him in the midsection. DeAngelo died quickly and Abby and Nouno
wrapped the body and transported it to the crematorium. They broke in and activated the machine to
cremate the body.
As the machine was running, Abby
and Nouno went to a restaurant and get dinner.
Abby inquired, “Anything else jar your memory now that we’re going to
have to relive this again?”
“Yea, the only date that wasn’t
redacted on the FISA was St. Patrick’s Day 2017.”
“Why not?”
“It was handwritten. It was the day that the FISA was given to the
Senate Intelligence Committee with the note to read and return.”
“Okay”
“So this committee had Mark
Werner, Diane Feinstein and others that hate Trump.”
“A lot of people in congress
hate Trump”
“Right, but them
especially. Anyway, Senator Werner
texted Steele’s lawyer Adam Waldman on March 17, 2017…”
“The same day that the committee
he was on got the FISA”
“Yea, so we have the texts. Werner keeps trying to call Waldman but
Waldman isn’t answering. He mentions
that he’s going into a SCIF”
“Which is….?”
“Sensitive Compartmented
Information Facility.”
“So, where you look at
classified information”
“Yes, so Waldman finally texts
back to talk whenever he’s free. Werner
tries to call again and can’t get a hold of him and texts to that effect.”
“Alright so Waldman was probably
in the SCIF reading the FISA”
“Yea, he just got it”
“So what?”
“Now, he’s panicking because
Durham and Barr are looking into the FISA so he’s exposed?”
“How? You can’t get in trouble for looking at a
document given to you.”
“Ah, his staffer James Wolfe got
indicted for lying to the FBI.”
“What does that have to do with
anything?”
“James Wolfe sent 82 text
messages to a journalist named Ali Watkin.
The FISA is 83 pages long. The
last page is a signature page. After the
texts, they have a 28 minute conversation.”
“Well then that’s why he got indicted;
he leaked a classified document.”
“No, that’s not what I
said. Wolfe’s lawyer said that if they
charge him for leaking classified information, he would issue subpoenas for the
Senators on the Senate Intelligence Committee”
“Like Feinstein and Werner”
“Yes, that’s why he was indicted
for lying not for leaking.”
“They can’t have Senators being
forced to answer questions under oath.”
“Yea, and the Senators started
lobbying for leniency for Wolfe”
“I wonder why?” Abby remarked
sarcastically.
“Yea, puzzling” Nouno fired back just
as sarcastic
“I still don’t understand what
the Senators would say that would help Wolfe?
Did he just want them to go down with him?”
“Not really. He wanted them to admit that they told him to
leak the FISA to the press. With Senate
approval, it may be exculpatory.”
“Oh shit. Yea, they make their staffer do their dirty
work and expose him but he doesn’t fall on the sword. Instead, he threatens to bring them down,
which saves himself.”
“Exactly”
“Good plan”
“It was, but they still had a
back up plan?”
“What’s that?”
“Joseph Mifsud.”
“Oh God, I don’t want to
listen. Yes, he’s from Malta. He spends a lot of time in London with
English intelligence and officials. He
probably isn’t a Russian asset like they said.”
“You do realize that destroys
their entire case since they claim they opened the investigation into Trump
because Papadopoulos talked to Mifsud, who they pretend is a Russian
agent. If he’s not, he just talked to a friendly
ally and there was no reason to open the investigation.”
“I get that but you’ve beaten it
to a pulp.”
“That’s because it’s crucial”
“Fine! But just move on, I know
this part.”
“Alright, it’s time to go back
anyway.”
They pay their bill and go back
to the crematorium to clean up. After
discarding the remains in the proper way, they go back to the hotel. The next day, they fly back to Arizona with
no one the wiser. DeAngelo’s mom sent
out a search party but nobody linked it to anyone. They would never find the body and it would
take a while before they declared the missing person dead. Especially considering it wasn’t too
farfetched he ran away to avoid people who knew what he did in that Alabama
stadium.
Abby and Nouno arrived back in
Arizona and went back to what they always did: watch sports together. They didn’t give DeAngelo a second
thought. Nouno ordered wings and threw a
piece into Abby’s chest. Abby gave him a
dirty look but Nouno moved in and licked the sauce off her breasts. When they were done with the wings, Abby
licked the sauce off of Nouno’s fingers.
It didn’t take long before they were in the bedroom to let out some pent
up urges. As things were back to normal,
they would go back to their life until duty called again. The peripatetic vigilantes celebrate another
successful mission.
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