This is a
fucking insult!
I know; I
am sorry!
I mean,
after all that we’ve done for you?
I don’t want
to die, please!
You little
son of a bitch!
Damian
loaded his gun.
No please!
5 hours
earlier.
The phone
rang.
Yes? Who is
this?
You know
who this is you miserable fuck! Tell us where that bastard priest is hiding or
we will go for you.
Man I told
you, the priest is locked up inside de little church at the end of autumn road.
No! My guys
are there right now! Where the fuck is the priest, Damian?
Father
Raphael was crying, he had been beaten, but he wasn’t dead. Damian had saved
him a couple of minutes before those brute fucks got there.
Damian if
you hung up the phone I swear to God…
A continuous
sound filled the atmosphere. Damian had hung the phone.
I am so
sorry, I am so so sorry…
Shut up,
father! I am putting my god damn life in danger here. We have got to wait just
a little bit longer…
Nick will be here anytime now
I didn’t mean
to be there, I swear.
Father…
shut up. You wanna do something useful? Start
praying your special holy fucking words…
Special
words?
Yeah, you
are a priest; you must have some kind of fast pass or whatever to Jesus, right?
Knock,
knock, knock
Damian
loaded his shotgun.
Who the
fuck is out there?
No one
answered.
Who the fuck
is out there, I swear to God I will break you in half!
Its nick
you psycho fuck.
Damn, come
on priest; help me move all this furniture away from the door.
Nick got
inside the safe house. It was an old hangar. That place was famous, some say
that back in the day a guy by the name Ehrmantraut got killed not far from that
very place, alongside the river. He was a big boss among bad guys…
Nick, we
gotta go, this priest here heard a conversation, and he was in the wrong spot
at the wrong moment. We gotta help him man.
Why?
He heard
the location of the safe.
What?
That’s
right he knows where the six barrels are.
Are we
talking about Jack’s money?
Precisely,
the thing is the DEA has that zone all covered up. Jack’s death brought a lot
of people to the operation, angry people with a thirst for revenge.
How did the
priest…?
I don’t know,
but those guys ain’t in the loose cannon business…
I get it,
so… what do we do?
Both men
walked towards the priest. He was bleeding a lot; his forehead and mouth were
full of blood.
Father,
tell us where the money is.
No! I won’t
talk to anyone but the DEA.
Is that
right?
You bet it
is.
Damn it
father! You are making me angry!
We are
undercover agents. We are case studies and field operatives with the DEA, undercover
agents amongst neo-Nazi pricks and drug lords that murder anyone who antagonize
them – Said Nick.
I… I don’t believe
you – The priest responded.
What? You want
us to show you our fucking badges?
That could
work, yes…
What are
you retarded? These motherfuckers search us every single time. They have eyes
on everyone all the time…
Why else
were we going to save you?
Money? – Father Raphael whispered
Well, I
guess that from your perspective that is reasonable, but…
A bunch of
murderers are right here in this fucking area looking for you to torture you in
the most horrible way. They wanna see you suffer before they can actually kill
you. You made them look like idiots. Can’t you get that?
Yes.
I will tell
you where the money is…
It… it is
not far from here.
Good.
7565 Autumn
road.
Are you
sure?
Yes, of
course I’m sure.
Let’s go
then.
Nick kicked
the door down.
It was a
wooden house in the middle of nowhere, dust all over the place. Every single
piece of furniture covered by brownish sheets…
Ok, where´s
the money?
Right
beneath your feet – The priest said.
Is it
buried, buried beneath this house?
Yes.
Clever son
of a bitch.
Damian went
for a shovel and gave it to the priest.
Start
digging.
What? Can’t
you see I’m injured?
Dig
motherfucker!
The priest
removed a couple of wodden pieces from the old house’s floor and started
digging.
Both Damian
and Nick were there, watching, waiting…
Oh, what
the hell? Why are you crying?
Why the
fuck are you crying Raphael?
It is not
here….
What?!
This is a
fucking insult! – Damian shouted
I know; I
am sorry! – The priest responded
I mean,
after all that we’ve done for you?
I don’t want
to die, please!
You little
son of a bitch!
Damian
loaded his gun.
No please!
I will blow
your fucking head off you stupid priest!
An
electronic sound suddenly appeared
“Beep,
beep, beep, beep”
What the
fuck is that sound?
Is it you,
Nick?
No you
idiot, it’s the priest!
It’s a GPS!
Say good
bye to Autumn Road Priest! You´re dead!
BANG, BANG,
BANG, BANG!
A monstrous
silence took over the house.
Both Nick
and Damian were lying on the wooden floor covered in blood.
A brief
smile was drawn upon father Raphael’s face.
Good bye…
Autumn Road….
D.E.A! Freeze!
On the ground, on the ground now!
The priest's nightmare
was over.
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