So I am listening a short while ago to tony telling vinnie again that he owes mike R60,000.00 and so if I am found near vinnie's stall again when it is a well known fact that I threatened the lady, then vinnie will pay for it.
On the other hand, I finally figured out why my father sent two guys whose speciality is making fatalities look like accidents, and everything was confirmed when I got off the phone with one of them, and he drily arranged that we meet, after lunch, they will tell me how...
OK, the evil you do not know first. There are these two guys, my dad's proteges, whose speciality, which would not be amiss in guys who are in the military police, is forensics.
but they made it a habit of making sure that they study it from both sides of the ... law, hence, their dual capabilities.
Guess me coughing too much on the phone and me, the most stubborn boy my father has ever seen, according to him, wanting to come home and just 'rest a bit', got my father to thinking that maybe I was dying, and he, knowing that neither he nor anyone else had ever, ever made me back down- hell, when we had our last, spectacular flare up and he was telling me that everything I was was because of him, I took out all my certificates, papers and burnt them before him, and he took an axe and came at me with it and I was screaming at him to DO it and end my misery. He collapsed on a chair and I walked out of the house- suddenly heard a defeated voice begging to be relieved, well, he must have put two and two together, and well, decided that some guys, no matter how seemingly unreachable, would have to be taught a lesson, of the permanent kind.I am after all, his ONLY son, and what is then use of having an only son when you can not show the world that NO ONE messes with your sone and gets away with it?
So, it gets rather interesting. These guys, guys I grew up watching, guys at whose houses I was more frequently at than even my own home, guys that have always had a guarded but obvious affection for my father, and guys that have NEVER, EVER come back empty handed from a mission he sent them, well, these guys are supposed to be part of an exchange group that is based in S/Town. Two goons that are both 6'4", and are called the Enforcers and are skilled in close quarters combat, and who have been reeling me in from the word go by making me desperate so that I seek them and so that they can get me to open up and say what has been happening so that they get their target lock-on, and do as my father obviously bidded them, make everyone pay ,
well, these guys have been here since yesterday, and while I am no fan to having the likes of mike torn limb by limb and still having it all made to look like an accident, my POINT is still this, I want to exit the premises, and these guys are my best bet.
I need the money, and I hope I cough still some more, and then, afterwards, when I got the dough and I am sleeping easy someplace while they are doing their nefarious activities, I probably will be able to, umm do the other bit, the bit you all think does not actually ever get to happen, which is the bit i HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR, because there is NO way anyone is going to allow me to get to the USA, which means I have to remove everyone from my way.
I saw her again, today. Silly woman does not seem to get it into her head that arguing with me, or me seeing her walking around, is NOT going to alter the simple, single fact that I was going places before I ever met her, and as things stand, since she thinks she is probably like me and has some kind of hold over m,e where she can get me to stall and not act, she is going to have a rude awakening when she sees the earth open up and she falling in, and burning.
I think she thinks that I will actually negotiate.
I guess I will cough, and tell the guys about just how I caught her with some other guy, and describe the guy.
These guys are good, they will get the picture, and well, someone WILL pay.
I must have time to make up mys story of the poor besotted boy that was being taken for a ride... .
I can do that.
These guys obviously already have orders, and all they need is info.
I almost wish that I could parade around with them, but I do NOT even think they are in S/Town. Too easy to check, and places with lack of exits do not interest these two.
Maybe, before them fools die, they will get an appreciation of Zim Covert Ops, and trust me, they do not come better than these two.
Just FYI, these are the same two guys that spent two weeks as the main protagonists of my arranged beating 12 years ago, when my father decided that I needed to join the military cadets, whther I liked to or not, and every day for two weeks I would be the first to launch myself at whoever opened the door to try to ...co-erce... me to be a soldier.
The last day we fought and they ended up shaking their heads, they extended their hands and urged me to go see the ZMA brigadier and tell HIM personally that I did not want to be a cadet.
I won their respect.
These are the same guys who must have noticed a BIG difference in me, and I suppose they also feel hurt. And they are like family. And where I come from, family,l REAL family, sticks together.
I do not think I even would have had to ask.
These are the dogs that are raring for a scent.
What an interesting.... turn of events.
I hope I keep on coughing. God has the unfortunate bias of usually making sure I get right at the weirdest moments. I hope for once He will ignore me while I set this ball rolling.
After all, I can not die, nor be held under by sickness. NOT for long!
On the other hand, I finally figured out why my father sent two guys whose speciality is making fatalities look like accidents, and everything was confirmed when I got off the phone with one of them, and he drily arranged that we meet, after lunch, they will tell me how...
OK, the evil you do not know first. There are these two guys, my dad's proteges, whose speciality, which would not be amiss in guys who are in the military police, is forensics.
but they made it a habit of making sure that they study it from both sides of the ... law, hence, their dual capabilities.
Guess me coughing too much on the phone and me, the most stubborn boy my father has ever seen, according to him, wanting to come home and just 'rest a bit', got my father to thinking that maybe I was dying, and he, knowing that neither he nor anyone else had ever, ever made me back down- hell, when we had our last, spectacular flare up and he was telling me that everything I was was because of him, I took out all my certificates, papers and burnt them before him, and he took an axe and came at me with it and I was screaming at him to DO it and end my misery. He collapsed on a chair and I walked out of the house- suddenly heard a defeated voice begging to be relieved, well, he must have put two and two together, and well, decided that some guys, no matter how seemingly unreachable, would have to be taught a lesson, of the permanent kind.I am after all, his ONLY son, and what is then use of having an only son when you can not show the world that NO ONE messes with your sone and gets away with it?
So, it gets rather interesting. These guys, guys I grew up watching, guys at whose houses I was more frequently at than even my own home, guys that have always had a guarded but obvious affection for my father, and guys that have NEVER, EVER come back empty handed from a mission he sent them, well, these guys are supposed to be part of an exchange group that is based in S/Town. Two goons that are both 6'4", and are called the Enforcers and are skilled in close quarters combat, and who have been reeling me in from the word go by making me desperate so that I seek them and so that they can get me to open up and say what has been happening so that they get their target lock-on, and do as my father obviously bidded them, make everyone pay ,
well, these guys have been here since yesterday, and while I am no fan to having the likes of mike torn limb by limb and still having it all made to look like an accident, my POINT is still this, I want to exit the premises, and these guys are my best bet.
I need the money, and I hope I cough still some more, and then, afterwards, when I got the dough and I am sleeping easy someplace while they are doing their nefarious activities, I probably will be able to, umm do the other bit, the bit you all think does not actually ever get to happen, which is the bit i HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR, because there is NO way anyone is going to allow me to get to the USA, which means I have to remove everyone from my way.
I saw her again, today. Silly woman does not seem to get it into her head that arguing with me, or me seeing her walking around, is NOT going to alter the simple, single fact that I was going places before I ever met her, and as things stand, since she thinks she is probably like me and has some kind of hold over m,e where she can get me to stall and not act, she is going to have a rude awakening when she sees the earth open up and she falling in, and burning.
I think she thinks that I will actually negotiate.
I guess I will cough, and tell the guys about just how I caught her with some other guy, and describe the guy.
These guys are good, they will get the picture, and well, someone WILL pay.
I must have time to make up mys story of the poor besotted boy that was being taken for a ride... .
I can do that.
These guys obviously already have orders, and all they need is info.
Maybe, before them fools die, they will get an appreciation of Zim Covert Ops, and trust me, they do not come better than these two.
Just FYI, these are the same two guys that spent two weeks as the main protagonists of my arranged beating 12 years ago, when my father decided that I needed to join the military cadets, whther I liked to or not, and every day for two weeks I would be the first to launch myself at whoever opened the door to try to ...co-erce... me to be a soldier.
The last day we fought and they ended up shaking their heads, they extended their hands and urged me to go see the ZMA brigadier and tell HIM personally that I did not want to be a cadet.
I won their respect.
These are the same guys who must have noticed a BIG difference in me, and I suppose they also feel hurt. And they are like family. And where I come from, family,l REAL family, sticks together.
I do not think I even would have had to ask.
These are the dogs that are raring for a scent.
What an interesting.... turn of events.
I hope I keep on coughing. God has the unfortunate bias of usually making sure I get right at the weirdest moments. I hope for once He will ignore me while I set this ball rolling.
After all, I can not die, nor be held under by sickness. NOT for long!
