Fanis and her cousin Kera are in their
London flat waiting out the global pandemic.
Of course, that’s not exactly true as Kera’s job as an international
Chinese art dealer requires her to travel frequently. Although countries have an official policy to
not let non-essential travelers in, Kera and Fanis have been bypassing these
protective measures. Kera is
tight-lipped on exactly how she’s doing this and Fanis has long wished to
remain in the dark on what nefarious things his cousin is into. His job is to be her bodyguard and she had
spent a pretty penny to get him trained to be a lethal weapon. It was not without merit either as it seemed
everywhere they went someone was attacking one of them. In a break from protocol, Fanis asked, “Hey
Kera, why hasn’t anyone bribed me to turn on you lately?”
One of the main reasons Kera
wanted Fanis as a bodyguard and had him trained rather than hire an already
trained person was that Fanis had something that couldn’t be bought;
loyalty. As a rich kid, he didn’t need
money so couldn’t be bribed with money to do anything. Aside from that, he was very devoted to his
cousin. Neither one of them trusted
anyone and that included each other but Kera knew that Fanis was the closest
she’d get to someone she knew wouldn’t jam a knife in her back. Kera responded, “I’m sorry, would you
contemplate it now?”
“Well, no but it’s nice to be
asked.”
Kera giggled, “Maybe you should
have thought of that before you took a wad of cash and jammed it down the
throat of the last guy that tried.”
“That was one time.”
“People in my industry talk.”
“I guess so.”
Kera was looking at her phone
reading news stories. She shook her
head, “Wow, you got to hand it to Pelosi; she just keeps to her lie no matter
how much evidence is against her.”
“That’s what they do. They have the media back them up and parrot a
story. It gets discredited and debunked
so they wait a week and do it all over again.
The mainstream media gets the story around the world before the truth
gets its pants on. A fraction of the
people that read the original story read the retraction and the damage is
done. What lie is she repeating now?”
“The one about how Trump told
people to inject Lysol into their lungs.”
“Oh yea. I kind of wish he did say that. It would get rid of some stupid people that
shouldn’t be in the gene pool. I guess
that’s my social Darwinism talking.”
“Just remember the people that
would do that are Trump supporters.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t listen.”
“True. Maybe Pelosi bringing it up, the retards
won’t realize she was mocking President Trump and think it’s something she’s
proposing and try it.”
“You’re saying that since the
Democrats misinterpreted, purposely or accidentally, Trump’s comments that an
effective treatment is being tried of injecting UV light into the lungs and
then transitioning to talking about the need to disinfect things as advocating
injecting disinfectants, maybe Pelosi supporters will do the same thing about
her comments?”
“I wouldn’t have put it that way
but yes that is what I was thinking”
“I just don’t get her
motive. Why bring this up anyway?”
“She is really embarrassed about
how she was showing off her $24,000 freezer and all the exotic ice cream she
has. Also, she’s on record trying to
pass a bill called the ‘No Ban Act’ to stop President Trump’s travel ban from
China. Now she claims she meant Africa
but since it’s now a worldwide travel ban pretty much, she looks pretty foolish
so this is how she rebels and reacts when she gets figuratively punched in the
mouth for being on the wrong side of history.”
“But, it has only been a couple
months. Why not wait a year or so when
people don’t remember what you said?”
“Democrats believe that people
believe what they want them to believe.”
“Liberals not Democrats”
“No, both.”
Kera rolled her eyes and stated,
“Pack your shit, we’re leaving.”
“Where?”
“Now that we know that the virus
doesn’t do well in heat and humidity, we’re going to the Dominican Republic.”
“Cool, get ready to have your
ass grabbed.”
“We’re going to be in the
resorts this time so no ass grabbing”
“I guess we’ll find out.”
They quickly pack their things
and head to the air strip to fly to the Dominican Republic. While on the plane, Fanis comments, “This is
exciting. We’re going to the place where
the whole Mike Flynn debacle happened on the same week that his charges may be
dropped.”
“His charges aren’t being
dropped this week.”
“But, Maria Bartiromo…”
“Maria Bartiromo is wrong. Trust me.
I don’t remember though, what did Mike Flynn have to do with the
Dominican?”
“Flynn was on vacation in DR
(Dominican Republic) when Obama decided to kick the Russian ambassadors out of
America for allegedly meddling in the 2016 election. The weird thing was he kicked out the
ambassadors in coastal Maryland and not the ones near DC. This was all a ruse to get the Russian
Ambassaor Kislyak to call Flynn since he was the incoming National Security
Advisor (NSA). Since the communications
in DR aren’t very secure, the FBI could record the phone call.”
“Right, and then they
interviewed him about the call months later to see if he could remember it
verbatim and when he messed up they arrested him for lying.”
“Yea, it was all a setup. Comey even admitted it because he sent agents
to the White House during the transition to interview Trump campaign members
because he knew there would be some confusion regarding the transition.”
“Why would he do that if they
had the transcript and already set him up?”
“You should always have a backup
plan. You can’t put all your eggs in one
basket so they were going to use the Logan Act if Flynn realized not to say
anything definitive or if he happened to remember the whole conversation
verbatim and never messed up on his recollection.”
“When did Comey admit this?”
“On Nicole Wallace’s show. The smug prick was talking about how he never
would have gotten away with it in an organized administration like Obama’s and
Bush’s because they knew the rules and they would never let the FBI just send
agents to question someone without a lawyer.
His deputy called Flynn and asked to have a chat and Flynn said ‘yes.’”
“Flynn was Obama’s NSA before
being fired so it would appear that people in his campaign would have fallen
for this too.”
“Allegedly, Obama and Bush would
have found out and stopped it. I don’t
believe it either.”
“It’s weird that he praises
Bush.”
“No, it’s not. They don’t want an outsider. They want a predictable devil they know or an
ally.”
“I guess that makes sense. Alright so they interview him. He says that he or Kislyak said something or
didn’t say something that they didn’t or did and voila he’s lying and they
arrest him.”
“Actually, that’s not
clear. Comey told Wallace that Flynn
lied in December 2018 but the FBI 302, or summary of the interview, claims the
agents that interviewed him didn’t think he was being deceptive. Comey edited the 302 and decided he was even
though he didn’t conduct the interview.”
“I can’t believe I’m indulging
you in this but it’s a long flight.
Didn’t Flynn plead guilty? How is
this still going on?”
“He did at the request and
advisement of his lawyers from Covington and Burlington. Before he was sentenced, he fired those
lawyers and got a new lawyer, Sidney Powell, who withdrew the guilty plea.”
“On what grounds?”
“Ineffectiveness of council.”
“Covington and Burlington is a
highly reputable law firm. How the fuck
did she argue that?”
“Well, she petitioned the judge
for Covington to hand over all documents related to the case alleging that they
were withholding some.”
“They were withholding documents
from their own client?”
“Yes. The other argument was that the same lawyers
advised Flynn on which Foreign Agent Registration Form (FARA) form to fill out
and how to be in compliance. That was
the backup plan that he filled out the wrong form so was not compliant and
that’s where the Logan Act came in.”
“Alright who….wait….so if the
case goes to trial then they’re trying to determine if the Covington lawyers
gave Flynn bad advice and told him to fill out the wrong form?”
Fanis smiled wide and nodded,
“Now you see why they might have an ulterior motive to get him to plead
guilty. That would be really
embarrassing for a…”Fanis switched to a mocking tone, “highly reputable law
firm like you said.”
“Powell should have stuck with
that. Claiming that they withheld
documents from their own client is obviously just a stall tactic so the
sentencing gets delayed.”
“Your fellow Democrats all said
the same thing. She was attacked
viciously. Then a funny thing
happened. All of a sudden Covington,
again the highly reputable firm you speak of, magically found 6,800 documents
relevant to the case that they never told Flynn about and seemed to forget to
mention when they handed over the case to Powell. Don’t worry, they claim that the search
criteria they used was the problem.”
“I know cases have a lot of
paperwork but 6,800? That seems like a
lot to just mark off as an oversight.”
“It would be nice if Judge
Sullivan would agree with that but he’s really held out until now.”
“It gets worse?”
“Oh yes”
“Why would Covington hurt their
reputation by trying this? That’s what I
don’t get.”
“Eric Holder is a partner at
Covington and Burlington.”
“Where have I heard that name?”
“He was the one that set up the
meeting with Erik Prince with the Russian Kiril Dmitriov in order to make his
sister, Betsey Devoss, who is in Trump’s cabinet look like she was colluding
with Russians. He was also the Attorney
General for Barack Obama.”
“You keep coming up with very
coincidental evidence; almost as if it can’t be considered a coincidence.”
“In Washington, there are no
coincidences.”
“I tend to believe in life there
are no such thing as coincidences but sure.
If the 302 shows that Flynn wasn’t being deceptive then what case does
the government have?”
“Interesting, this conversation
started with you thinking that Flynn had no case and now you’re saying that the
government has no case. The answer to
your question, though, is that the 302 was edited. Nobody seems to know where the original is.”
“Probably destroyed.”
“After what happened with
Hillary’s e-mails and Steele’s dossier information, I’m beginning to think that
too. I mean why not? It’s not like there are any ramification for
deleting evidence for Democrats.”
“What makes this week
different? I feel like you’ve been
telling me this shit for years now. We
knew Covington and Burlington were the lawyers, obviously Holder was always a
partner, fine, they withheld the 6,800 documents but is that all? Why all the optimism now?”
“You seemed pretty confident
that Flynn would not be exonerated this week but you don’t know the answer to
that question. Are you testing me or
something to see how much I know?”
“No, he’s not going to be
exonerated because if you’re right then he knows all Obama’s secrets because he
was the NSA and on the inside. Obama
singled him out as the one guy for Trump not to hire. That was pretty stupid because you basically
gave him the best job recommendation ever but still he knows too much. There is no way that Obama and Hillary with
their tentacles in the DOJ and intelligence community would ever let Flynn be
exonerated. Even if he is, Hillary would
probably kill him just like she did Epstein for having too much dirt on the
Clintons.”
“I don’t disagree with that
assessment but to answer your question on what changed this week. There is a redacted part in a document but
one sentence is not redacted. It reads,
‘Lawyer unofficial understanding that they are unlikely to charge Junior in
light of the cooperation agreement.’”
“Yea, you mentioned that he only
pled guilty because they offered that if he did, they wouldn’t prosecute his
son for an undisclosed crime.”
“Yes, but they didn’t make the
offer by the book.”
“Explain”
“Covington hid their side deal
with the government that they wouldn’t prosecute Mike Flynn Jr. if his father
pled guilty. They never told the court.”
“Is that illegal?”
“Yes, per this Giglio rule that
mandates that you have to disclose the deal you made with people that are
testifying against you. That way the
jury and decision makers know that the witness may have an ulterior motive to
be testifying against you. The
government had Mike Flynn Jr. as a witness but never called him. There was a side deal that made that happen
that they never told anyone. They claim
that Giglio doesn’t apply because it wasn’t an official offer or deal.”
“So what?”
“It’s the first thing Powell has
said that caught the judge’s attention.
He’s pretty pissed about it. It wasn’t just that they wouldn’t prosecute
his son; they wanted Mike Flynn Sr. to testify against other Trump
officials. Again, you’re supposed to
tell the people you’re prosecuting that you threatened Mike Flynn’s son and
that’s why he’s testifying but they never did.
This not only fucks with Flynn’s case but all the cases that the
government wanted to use Flynn as a witness for.”
“They didn’t only withhold it
from Flynn and the people they were charging but they kept it from the courts
too.”
“Yes”
“I think you should have been a
lawyer. If I was a jury member, I would
have gone from pro-plaintiff to pro-defense.”
“You didn’t hear the prosecution
side.”
“True.”
They land in the Dominican
Republic and pay the $10 that is required upon entry. Once Fanis tried to use
the equivalent of $10 in Dominican Pesos to pay the fee and it was
refused. The problem was that the
exchange counters are after the booth where you have to pay so he had no way to
get the $10. After he borrowed it, he
was allowed entry into the country and took this as evidence that despite Euros
and pounds always bragging how they’re stronger than the dollar, the world
still very much wanted dollars and no other currency; even their own. After getting through security, they hop into
a cab to the resort. On the way, Fanis
negotiates in Spanish with the driver to stop to get some presidente, the most
popular beer in DR, before going. The
cab driver obliges and he gets a six pack and hands one to Kera as there are no
open container laws in DR. The resort is
a ghost town as not many people are travelling amid the pandemic. This just makes the staff that much more
attentive to the few people that are there.
Kera and Fanis change into short sleeves and sit by the pool talking and
drinking. They then go up to their room and go to sleep.
The next day, Fanis and Kera
have breakfast and Kera meets with her buyer or seller; Fanis didn’t ask nor
cared to know which one. The shipping
was done from remote locations so it’s not like he could tell by what they
packed. Fanis approaches the security
for the client and introduces himself.
The security guard gives him a dirty look and begrudgingly tells him his
name. He then adds, “You Americans
always say that the rest of the world is lazy and doesn’t want to work. Look at your congressman Steny Hoyer refusing
to work because he thinks the Capitol is dangerous.”
“Well, those are the
Democrats. They don’t want Americans
working because they want to control them and when people make their own money,
it’s harder to control them. That’s why
they love the shut down. Hoyer is
Pelosi’s deputy so he’s one of the worst.”
“Pelosi is a lying whore.”
“I would agree. One of the bills they passed included tens of
millions of dollars to make sure that they had a safe working environment. Where did the money go if it’s still
dangerous? Everyone should just get off
their ass and go to work. I think there
shouldn’t even be phases just open everything right now and let the American
people save the economy.”
“I agree but you don’t seem to be social distancing.”
Fanis nodded his head.
It was rare that the opposing security guard didn’t want to talk to him
but he took it in stride. He stood in
silence until Kera was done with her meeting.
When she re-emerged she declared, “Alright, let’s go to the beach.”
“Don’t you want to change into your bathing suit?”
“I have it on under my
clothes. Kind of like how you have yours
on.”
“It’s not under my clothes.”
“Same concept. You didn’t plan to go back either.”
“I just prepared.”
“Well me too, let’s go.”
They went to the beach and
easily found a chair and an umbrella due to the dearth of people there. They took off all their excess clothes and
sprinted to the water. They alternated
between lying out and swimming to cool off till around 1:00 and then they went
to grab lunch. A couple came up to them
and asked if they could join them. Fanis
looked around at the empty restaurant and got confused on why they would ask. Kera spoke first and articulated, “Sure, sit
down.”
They did and Kera inquired,
“Where are you guys from?”
“Germany; I’m Hanz and this is
Micha”
“Hi, I’m Kera and this is
Fanis.”
Fanis nodded and pronounced,
“Nice to meet you.” He took Kera not introducing him as her cousin to mean that
she was interested to see if Hanz would hit on her.
Hanz spoke first, “Do you mind
if we discuss politics?”
Fanis grinned, “Not at all.”
“We get a little disappointed
because many Americans don’t like talking politics. I’m glad you’re okay with it. We also find that Americans don’t know much
about their own country. It’s odd that
I, a German, know more than most Americans.”
“It is very sad indeed. I wish I could debate that with you but I
know it’s true.”
“What is your opinion of John
Roberts?”
“I think he’s the worst GOP
appointee in history. He is an absolute disgrace
and I’m ashamed that he’s the chief justice of the Supreme Court.”
“He is more of a politician than
a Supreme Court Justice.”
“I know it. He
makes up rights when he needs to and then denies the ones that are actually in
the constitution.”
Kera rolled her eyes and expressed to Micha, “I
apologize. He’s very opinionated and
doesn’t understand that people have alternative viewpoints and don’t take
politics so seriously.”
“If you don’t take politics seriously, you find your
rights trampled on. Look at the current
world lock down from a virus from China that isn’t even that lethal.”
“It’s very contagious.”
“Yes, but only kills the elderly and people who already
have a serious illness; definitely not something to shut the whole world down
for. This is all about power.”
“You sat at the right table then because he’s all about
that shit.”
“If you think it’s shit, I wonder why you’re here. Clearly you aren’t listening to these travel
warnings.”
“The virus doesn’t do well in high humidity places. The Caribbean is a good place to find
humidity.”
“I see.”
“Fine, I’ll bite.
Fanis, do you have an example of why Roberts is such a travesty to the
Supreme Court?”
“Several. Even after Obama was on tape admitting that
he never intended the individual mandate to be a tax, when it got to the
Supreme Court, Roberts decided that Obama was wrong and that it is a tax so it
was constitutional. He told the defense,
in this case Obama’s government, that if they argue it’s not a tax then it’s
not constitutional so they should change their label.”
“I’m pretty sure it’s not a
judge’s job to tell either side that if they argued it differently they would
have won and then declare them the winner.
That is really fucking shady.”
“That’s my point. Then you have the citizenship question on the
census. Roberts admits that it’s legal
but he didn’t like the process that it was debated so he threw it out.”
“Blatantly contradicting what he
ruled with Obama.”
“Exactly”
“Did Obama appoint him?”
“No Bush did.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Hanz interjected, “Yes, it makes
perfect sense. He’s a gutless coward and he’s afraid of the liberals and the
American media.”
Fanis added, “Which is just a
propaganda arm for the Democrat party.”
“We are of one spirit my
friend.”
“Yes.”
Kera sighed, “Not to play
devil’s advocate but all this shit happened a while ago. You have to be pissed about something he did
recently to just randomly bring it up.”
Hanz took a deep breath and
explained, “He threw a case out against the state of New York for gun transfer
from one of your properties to another.”
“Oh, you like guns.”
“You Americans have no idea how
important your second amendment is!”
“I do” Fanis snapped
Kera retorted condescendingly,
“I live in London which has banned guns and I don’t miss it.”
Fanis gave her a wry look as she
knew full well that Fanis always had a gun on him and ignored the English
laws. The only reason Kera didn’t have a
gun is because she had him. He uttered,
“It’s not that he threw the case out, it’s why he did. Senate Democrats threatened him and he
caved. Schumer was the first to threaten
him.”
“How do you get away with threatening a Supreme Court
Justice?”
“You’re a Democrat”
“Alright so why did Roberts say he threw out the case?”
Hanz took this one, “New York changed the law they were
suing on so that you’re allowed to
take your gun
to a range but you can’t stop anywhere along the way. It’s still unconstitutional because why can’t
you go to another place you own?”
“It would be ridiculous if you couldn’t bring your gun to
a gun range. I can see his point.”
Fanis articulated, “Senator Whitehouse from Rhode Island
released a statement saying that the
Supreme Court
was ill and if they didn’t rule the way he wanted, he would put in a motion to
restructure the court. Magically after
he made this statement, Rogers caved.”
Hanz exclaimed, “Because he’s a spineless jellyfish!”
“Isn’t Whitehouse that guy that asked Kavanaugh about
flatulence?”
“Yes, he was the fart joke guy” Fanis answered and then
continued, “Speaking of which,
Kavanaugh let
us down too. I still think what happened
to him was a travesty and vile, disgusting, bottom feeding and horrendous but
he’s no constitutionalist.”
They finished lunch and Fanis
and Kera invited Micha and Hanz to come to the beach with them and they
agreed. They pushed two more lawn chairs
near each other and lied out. Micha
complained, “The sun is really hot. Does
anyone want to come in the water with me?”
Fanis preferred being in the
water than laying out but felt weird going alone so he jumped at the
chance. They approached the sea and
Fanis did what he always did and went on a full sprint and dove in to the first
wave he saw. The little dance that
people do to adjust to the discrepancy between the temperature of the water and
the air before mustering up the courage to dive under so your body is shocked
into realizing the water isn’t nearly as cold as you think it is was pointless
to Fanis. It was better to just get it
out of the way by sprinting and diving.
As he turned around, he watched Micha smiling at him as she was gingerly
walking into the water as her muscles tensed up. Fanis bent his knees so only his head and
neck were above water and patiently waited for her to take the plunge. Micha sprawled out but kept her body above
water. She took a couple strokes before
taking a deep breath and lowering her head under water. She came up and screamed as she was now
adjusted.
Fanis and Micha fought waves and
spoke and then Micha fell forward causing Fanis to instinctively catch
her. She turned to look at the beach to
make sure that Kera was watching before wrapping her legs around Fanis and
kissing him on the mouth. To Micha’s
surprise Fanis kissed back. She pulled
away and Fanis’ mouth spread apart as he opined, “Usually I’d expect that
outward show of affection from Italians.
I had no idea Germans were the same way.
Although they do say there’s something about the Caribbean air that makes
people want to fuck.”
Micha gave him a shocked
look. She looked back at the beach and
inquired, “Aren’t you with her?”
“No, she’s my cousin. I don’t blame you though. I thought you were with Hanz too.”
“No, well, not like that, I mean
we’re not related.”
Fanis’ body tensed, he looked
over at Kera and could tell she was yelling at Hanz. Micha wrapped her arms around him and tried
to kiss him again but Fanis shoved her off.
He darted toward the shore but Micha grabbed his legs. Now there was no denying that this was a set
up.
Back on the sand, Kera and Hanz
made small talk. Hanz’s expression then
became stoic and he asserted, “I know who you are.”
Kera giggled, “Oh yea, and who’s
that?”
“You’re a Chinese spy. You disguise yourself as a Chinese art dealer
but really you’re an asset for China as they try to bully the world. You unleashed a virus onto the world and
censored anyone that talked about it.
Now Europe is cowering to your censorship. Since you want to fuck us,
maybe I should fuck you” Hanz threatened as he reached over and grabbed Kera’s
breasts hard
Kera’s eyes widened and she scoffed in pain
and anger. “Don’t fucking touch me!” she
shouted as she slapped his hand away and swung her legs to get up. Hanz grabbed her arm and turned her
around. Again she swung her arm to break
his grip and glared at him. Hanz was
also standing but he was laughing. He
revealed, “There’s nobody here. The
staff won’t help you and my girl has your man a little occupied”
Kera glanced at the water and
saw Micha wrap her limbs around him. She
swung her arm to slap Hanz but Hanz grabbed it.
Hanz was much bigger than Kera and could easily manhandle her. He pulled her towards him and reached around
and grabbed her ass. As Kera struggled,
Hanz threw her onto her back and mounted her.
Kera screamed but there was nobody else on the beach and the waves were loud. Hanz had Kera’s arms pinned behind her head
and even though she squirmed she realized she wouldn’t be able to get away.
Fanis kicked Micha off him and
continued trying to get to shore. Micha
reached into her bottom and pulled out a small razor blade. She tried to slice Fanis’ hamstrings but he surged
forward with a wave and Micha caught his calf instead. Fanis felt the slight pinch and knew that
ignoring Micha was a mistake. He had a
strict policy to not hit women and in prior encounters, he would restrain them
and Kera would hit them. That wasn’t an
option now. Micha swung her arm to try
to slice Fanis’ neck but Fanis grabbed it and used her momentum to swing it
down and around so she drove the razor blade into the back of her knee. Micha cried out in pain and dropped the razor
blade as both hands clasped her knee.
The water was shallow enough to stand so she wouldn’t drown but Fanis
didn’t care. He headed for the beach
happy that the waves were big as they would shove him there quickly. As Fanis sprinted toward Hanz who had Kera’s
top off her now, he kicked himself for not being suspicious when they decided
to sit at their table when others were available. Hanz saw him coming and he hopped to his feet
bringing Kera with him with an arm around her neck using her as a human
shield. He shouted, “Stop right there or
I’ll break her neck.”
Fanis knew that his grip on her
was not the grip you use to break someone’s neck. Unlike the movies, it is extremely difficult
to break a person’s neck with your bare hands.
Part of the reason is that there is no way to practice the technique
except if you actually want to kill someone.
For the same reason Hanz was amused with Kera resisting, Fanis didn’t
slow his pace. Hanz was about 10 inches
taller than the 5’4” Kera. This gave
Fanis a big target and he wound up and even though Hanz shoved Kera into him,
it didn’t slow the punch that struck Hanz in the face enough. Hanz backed up as tears filled his eyes as a
natural reaction to being hit in the nose.
Fanis threw another punch clocking him on the side of the face and Hanz
dropped to one knee.
Kera glanced at the water and saw the red streak of
Fanis’ blood leading to them. Hanz
apparently saw it to because he reached and drove his thumb into the
wound. Fanis hissed and kicked his leg
giving Hanz time to drive his shoulder into him and tackle him to the
ground. Fanis moved his left leg in
between Hanz’s right arm and lifted his leg to his shoulder. Hanz balanced himself on his knees and drove
his left arm into Fanis’ face a couple times.
Blood emulated on Fanis’ face, which was enough to realize this was not
the time for his triangle choke. Instead
he brought both legs to his front and kicked the bigger Hanz off him.
Fanis was 6’0 220 pounds but
Hanz was 6’2” 250 and much more muscular.
The two men got to their feet both bleeding from the nose. Fanis kicked at Hanz’ knees but it barely
budged the German. Hanz ran at him again
and Fanis sidestepped him and kicked the back of his ankle tripping him so he
landed face down. Fanis then mounted
Hanz who shot up rather quickly. He
grabbed Fanis’ arm and flipped him over his shoulder onto Fanis’ back. Hanz then drove fists into Fanis’ midsection
repeatedly.
Usually Kera would rush to her
room for safety but given that that nobody at the resort seemed to be paying
them any attention, she had a feeling they were on their own. Besides, she saw Micha emerge from the water
and she knew Fanis’ policy about hitting women.
Kera was lying on her back clutching her leg and panting. Kera walked around the men fighting and
reached into Fanis’ bag and pulled out a knife.
She quickly contemplated attacking Hanz but Fanis always scolded her
when she tried to help. To him, he was
fighting primarily to distract the assailant so she could get away. The only reason she would be helping is if he
was losing and if he actually lost then she would still be there and he got his
ass kicked for nothing. That is why Kera
ignored the men and stormed toward the water where a wounded Micha lay
screeching. Micha looked up at
Kera. At 5’7” Micha was taller than Kera
but Kera looked like a giant now with Micha laying on the sand and Kera
standing above her. She smiled and said,
“This is for stabbing my cousin” as she snapped the knife down on Micha’s
throat and slit it. Now, she walked to
the exit of the beach and went to her room still topless but clutching the
knife hoping it would discourage anyone from approaching her.
Back at the fight Fanis put his
left arm to his chest and grabbed Hanz’ arm after it struck him. He then reached with his right arm and
grabbed Hanz by the neck. Hanz felt Fanis’
fingers dig into the two arteries that carry 20% of the blood in the body as
the brain is a blood whore so is the only organ that has two major arteries
feeding it. Fanis jerked Hanz to the
side of him and then lifted his right knee and kneed Hanz in the side of the
head.
Fanis got up and Hanz again
charged towards him. Again, Fanis fell
with him and positioned his left leg on his shoulder in between his arm. With his right leg he kicked Hanz in the
stomach to unbalance him so he couldn’t be on his knees and would need his left
hand to support him. Fanis then used
both his arms to slap Hanz’ left hand across his body and Fanis tucked it in
his left armpit. Fanis then raised his
foot and put it on Hanz’s left hip and kicked against it forcing the upper half
of Fanis’ body to the left. As he did
this, his left leg draped across the back of Hanz’ neck and Fanis interlocked
his ankles as he lifted his right leg to meet his left. He then flexed his feet and grabbed a hold of the back of Hanz’ head and pulled
down. Fanis lied back and waited as now
it was only a matter of waiting. It is
hard enough to lift something when you can’t breathe but given that Fanis
wasn’t that much lighter than Hanz, he had no shot. Hanz’s arms and legs were useless to defend
himself but he tried to pinch Fanis’ leg with his right arm but Fanis knew to
expect it. It was a nagging pain but letting
go would be stupid as Hanz was desperate.
Soon the pinching stopped and Fanis knew Hanz was fading.
Fanis tried to think of
something else to take his mind off the pinching. His eyes raised as he started daydreaming but
since he was looking up, he saw that Hanz hadn’t stopped pinching because he
was about to be unconscious. He was
reaching for his bag under the chair.
Hanz finally got what he was trying to reach for and pulled a gun
out. Fanis immediately removed his hands
from Hanz’s head and reached out and grabbed Hanz’s arm pointing the gun away
from him. Hanz tried wrestling him but
it proved only to exacerbate the chokehold he was in and he soon dropped the
gun and his body went limp. Fanis didn’t
want to take any chances so he picked the gun up and placed the barrel on the
top of Hanz’ head. He seethed out, “This
is for trying to rape my cousin” and squeezed the trigger.
Blood exploded out of Hanz’ head
with the short range shot to the small part of the body that contains a fifth
of the blood. He used his legs to bring
Hanz’s carcass to the side and got up covered in blood. Although some of it was his, most of it was
Hanz’s. Again, Fanis jogged to the water
and dove in washing away the blood. There
are sharks in the Caribbean Sea that do get close to the shore but contrary to
popular belief, blood doesn’t attract sharks; fish blood does. Sharks have very sensitive smell sensors that
can easily pick up the difference and they couldn’t care less about human
blood. After Fanis was satisfied he
rubbed his calf under water letting the salt water work its medicinal
properties. It stung but he knew it was
helpful. He then came out of the water
and went back to his stuff. He packed
the bags realizing how many weapons he had with him that was not at his
disposal. He wrapped Kera’s purse and
his backpack on his back and carried Kera’s top in his hands. As he got back in the room, he declared in a
somber serious tone, “How many times do I have to tell you that when you fight”
he then held up the top, “try to keep your clothes on.”
Kera had already changed into a
T-shirt and shorts and had a bra on so didn’t need it. She giggled and cried out, “Awkward” as she
took her bathing suit top.
Fanis went into the shower and
winced. His midsection hurt more than
anything. He pressed against his ribs to
see if they were broken and decided one probably was. When he came out, Kera had a first aid kit
and she bandaged his calf. She posed,
“What did you do with the bodies on the beach?”
“Left them there.”
Kera was done wrapping Fanis’
leg and was now wrapping his hands in ice as they were swollen from the
punches. This was their routine and each
knew their part by now. She queried, “Do
you think that’s going to be a problem?”
“Not sure. The staff seemed non-existent and it’s not
like they have many guests to keep an eye on.
Something tells me they don’t really care.”
“I guess we’ll just see if we
get a visit and then we’ll deal with it then.”
“Fuck that, this is our last
night here.”
After 15 minutes he took the ice off his hands and then
went down to the casino to play poker forgetting that there weren’t many people
at the resort. He decided he would play
craps while taking down rum and ‘agua de cocoa’ (cocoanut water) and a
Dominican liqueur called ‘Mamajuana.’ He
returned back to the room $1,000 richer and very drunk
The next day, Fanis and Kera take a cab to the air
strip. When they checked out, nobody
said anything about what happened on the beach the night before. The plane took off and Fanis closed his
eyes. Kera remarked, “Trump embarrassed
a Yahoo reporter”
“What else is new?”
“This journalist named Hunter tried to attack him about
how South Korea has five times more testing per capita than we do.”
“Testing is pointless.
It’s an airbone virus. You can
get tested and then on your way home contract the virus. It’s not like AIDS where you just need to
watch who you fuck. This emphasis on
testing is stupid.”
“We need to get a feel for how contagious and lethal the
virus is.”
“We know that already.
How many random testing of a small city, town, cruise ship or what not
do we have to do?”
“Science requires retesting.”
“Not when you’re shutting down economies.”
Kera burst out, “It doesn’t even matter! Trump kept telling him that it wasn’t true
and Hunter repeated several times that it was.
Then Dr. Birx calmly explained that the United States has 17 tests per
100,000 compared to South Korea’s 11.”
“There you go, he was full of shit.”
“Not really for the reason you said.”
“My point is still valid and I still stand by it.”
“Well, obviously, Trump had to jump all over this and
told him that’s why nobody knows about Yahoo news including him and asked him
to apologize.”
“Did he?”
“Not in the oval office.
Birx was very nice when she told him to check again and apparently he
did because he tweeted admitting that he was wrong.”
“I’ll give him credit for that. I don’t think the Washington Compost or the
Treason Times would do that.”
“Funny you should mention that because the Post reprinted
a story about the president daily briefing warning Trump about the virus and he
did nothing.”
“Except issue a travel ban on China, mention it in the
State of the Union all while Pelosi was trying to pass a law that he can’t ban
travel and ripping up the speech calling everything a lie…which would include
the stuff about the Wuhan Virus.”
“This is going to sound weird coming from me because you
know I have a temper but Pelosi really needs to learn to control hers.”
“Can’t teach an old bitch new tricks.”
“Pretty sure that’s not how the expression goes.”
“I may have replaced a word” he responded with a grin and
then added, “Besides, the Director of National Intelligence himself, who puts
together the President’s Daily Briefing, in a rare moment of speaking publicly,
came out and called it untrue. What else
do they want?”
“It’s a pretty shitty article. It doesn’t give any excerpts or
examples. It just says ‘US officials’…”
“Which probably don’t exist. They use anonymous sources
when they are making something up but don’t want to admit it knowing that
‘sources and methods’ is more sacred than classified information.”
“Anyway, in paragraph 9, they do include the DNI’s denial
of it being true but then the article attacks him for not elaborating.”
“What is there to elaborate on? Everything you said was a lie. There’s really not much more to be said.”
“Patience. When
you get to the end of the article, you know why they’re doing this when they
know it’s false.”
“I already know why.
The Democrats love investigating the president and Pelosi, Schiff,
Nadler and the same impeachment cabal are getting ready to investigate
president Trump’s handling of the pandemic.”
“The article just mentions Schiff but yea. They want an independent commission analogous
to the 9/11 commission.”
“Why can’t people learn?
How many times do they have to pull the same shit before people stop
thinking it’s newsworthy or has a shred of credibility?”
“The 9/11 commission was legit.”
“No, it wasn’t”
“Bush was warned.
All but two of the terrorist went to flight school and skipped the class
on landing.”
“That means they’re going to hijack a plane at 8:45AM on
September 11, 2001? The 9/11 commission
was proven, just like this, to be a political ploy and a fraud.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“That’s the problem.
Enough time goes by and people only remember the lies and not the
debunking. I bet you don’t even remember
the post claiming that past epidemics prove that travel bans don’t work and to
get a ‘grippe’ the flu is worse than the Coronavirus.”
“Don’t you think that?”
“Doesn’t matter.
The media is changing their story and pretending they weren’t the ones
that said it.”
“You think history will prove you right though.”
“Nobody will care about the lethality or contagion rate
in a year or two. Pfizer has already
reported they’re going to have a vaccine by the fall for emergency use and then
it will be available for widespread distribution by the end of the year.”
“I didn’t know that either.”
“Now you do.”
“I hope it’s true.”
“Me too.”
“Will you get it?”
“No, but it’ll stop a lockdown
from happening again.”
“That’s true. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine”
“You’re not fine. I can tell you’re walking slower and you grab
your stomach every now and then.”
“Chest, I think I broke a rib.”
“I know it’s your job and all
but thanks.”
“No problem”
“I wouldn’t feel the need to say
that if that was true.”
“Fine, you’re welcome.”
“Anyway, I arranged a surprise
for you when we get back considering how you like the law and order crap.”
Fanis gave a perplexed look but
shrugged his shoulders going with it.
When they landed, Fanis and Kera went through a decontamination protocol
and then Fanis was brought to a nondescript building and put in a small room
with a table. A man came in with gloves
and dropped a stack of papers on the desk and walked out. Fanis pulled the paper towards him and saw
that it was a transcript from the court hearing between Alfa Bank and
Christopher Steele. His eyes lit up and
he began reading. He took his phone out
and recorded notes. When he got home,
the couple days in the Caribbean may have darkened his skin but the contents of
that transcript made him paler again.
Fanis was already fair complexioned to begin with even for a Greek. Kera beamed, “Find anything interesting?”
“Oh yes, Steele actually
testified under oath that Susan Rice, Victoria Nuland and Hillary Clinton knew
about his research.”
“Obvious Hillary knew because
she paid for it. Who are the other
people?”
“Susan Rice was Obama’s NSA and
Victoria Nuland was the Assistant Secretary of State.”
“So, you now have a direct link
between Obama and Steele.”
“It gets better.”
“Why do I feel like a parent who
is listening to their child tell them this excited story about something they
don’t give a shit about but have to feign interest?”
“I’m still three years older
than you.”
“Fine, what else did you find?”
“Strobe Talbott, who worked in
Bill Clinton’s state department, knew as well. In fact, Steele testified that
Talbott’s brother-in-law Cody Shearer, who was Clinton’s hatchet man and worked
closely with that snake Sid Blumenthal, wanted Talbott to do him a favor.”
“I don’t follow.”
“Shearer wrote a dossier as
well. His dossier is eerily similar to
Steele’s. Gee, I wonder why since they
all had the same original source; Glenn Simpson and Fusion GPS. Anyway, Talbott’s chief of staff was Victoria
Nuland. Shearer arranged a meeting
between Steele and Nuland so that Nuland could get the Steele dossier and the
Shearer dossier and think it’s the same information from two different sources
when really it was the same source and then bring that to the FBI.”
It seems like the FBI really did hear
this from a lot of people. I don’t think
they’re as culpable as you think.”
“Every attempt to verify and vet
the information in the dossier came up that the dossier was a piece of shit;
salacious and unverified is my favorite.
Nothing in it was true and they concluded this again and again yet they
still used it to open four FISA’s and slipped it into Obama’s Presidential
Daily Briefing. That may have been to
expose Brennan but bottom line is they still wanted it to be used in official
decisions and justifications so they are culpable.”
“People did try to trick them
though.”
“It doesn’t matter. They’re the FBI. People try to trick them every day. It’s their job not to let them!”
“I guess you’re right.”
Fanis got some rest and watched
old movies because he was sick of hearing about the Wuhan Virus. Kera watched with him and lied against his
shoulder. Although he handpicked him to
get injured in defense of her, it still bothered her to see him in pain. Kera was a cold-hearted person but there was
a soft spot for people who gave up their life to devote themselves to keeping
her safe.
