I took the elevator to the fourth floor and sought out Carlton’s suite. It’s always tough staying in a haunted hotel. Those rivers of blood in the hallways and those creepy dead twin girls made it a challenge; but eventually I found 401 on a doorway and knocked.
Carlton’s grave voice murmured, “Come on in”.
And so I did.
“You know why we’re meeting,” he said.
“Yes.”
“You did a nasty bit of work for the FBI when you placed those dummy bombs at the RNC and DNC headquarters on the night of December 5, 2021.”
“I was paid well.”
“I understand that your handlers told you how to make real bombs.”
“Of course. That was in case Pelosi’s plan failed and we needed more drama. If the rioters were unsuccessful in breaching the halls of congress, the Washington Monument was going down.”
“Yes, I know that. I have spies within the FBI. Well, if you are up to it, we are going to retake America from the anarchists, the thieves, the Marxists, the traitors, and the DOJ.”
“It sounds like a risky business.”
“Yes it is.”
Within hours, the two of us were on our way to Minneapolis to destroy the insurgency that had taken over the nation in 2020.
We met up with our partners and divided into splinter groups so that at least some of us could remain a secret to the vermin and the secret police.
My bombs took down the bridges that spanned the Mississippi and my team began the destruction of the Minnesota insurgency.
Carlton was pleased.
A must share
More blood, please.