The Shocking Truth Book 1
Copyright© 2025 by somethin fishy
Chapter 14
24 September
Several miles away, there was nothing calm about the situation. Judge Amy Rodriguez had flipped out. Many of the people she used for her dirty work had been executed the night before, and from the pattern, whoever was responsible knew about her.
“Damn it, Captain! Why haven’t these bastards been caught yet?” Amy yelled at Captain Thompson.
“Don’t blame me, Amy. My command was wiped out last night.”
“Don’t you dare, Amy,” me! I’m a God-damned fucking federal judge. You’re just a local cop and a pathetic one at that. Maybe your group of fucktards and rejects wouldn’t have been wiped out if you had been there.”
“I seem to remember you demanding I be here last night because you don’t trust the feds.” Amy’s face was bright red.
“You don’t contradict me, you worthless little worm; I own your ass. How would you like that little daughter of yours put up on federal child pornography charges? Nineteen years old with a hot little body, they’ll love her lily-white ass in prison. Or maybe she’ll be sold in the Middle East. I hear those camel jockeys love their white meat.” Bradley growled.
“Leave my daughter out of this, you fucking cunt. Remember, I know enough about you to put you away for the rest of your life, and I’ve enough connections to ensure you get put in with the same people you falsely imprisoned. If you think they would love my daughter’s tight white ass, they’ll love your fat Latin one. Especially when they find out everything you have done. Every group will hate you and will use you until you are nothing but a fat, ugly shell.”
Bradley knew how vain the judge was regarding her supposed beauty. In reality, Bradley was correct. The judge was almost 100 pounds overweight. Worse, she was only 5’3”, so the fat sat on her in rolls. Bradley wasn’t worried about the possibility of going to prison. He was a hand-to-hand combat expert and stood 6’8” with solid muscle. He would take out the biggest badass as soon as he got in. After that, he knew the other inmates wouldn’t dare cross him.
“FUCK YOU!” Amy turned to her head of security, Randy, and nodded. Her head of security raised his handgun, and Bradley was too far away to reach him in time. He was also too far from possible cover, so he had nowhere to go when the gun went off. The two slugs hit the captain on the left side of his chest, and he knew instantly that he was dead. Both slugs had penetrated his heart.
Randy turned to a couple of his soldiers.
“Would you two mind taking that trash out and disposing of it?”
“No problem, boss.” Captain Thompson hadn’t made friends when he supposedly abandoned his men the night before. Worse, he tried to throw his weight around but didn’t have the record to back it up. The two mercenaries took the body out and buried it with enough lime to completely dissolve the body within a couple of months.
“Who do you think is behind the executions?” Amy asked Randy once the captain’s body had been removed.
“I don’t know yet. So far, nothing makes any sense. There were no warnings of anything wrong, and then BAM! Almost the entire Black Hand Gang is dead, their cash and weapons gone without a trace.”
“What do you think about what we got from the slaves?”
Amy had several former slaves picked up and tortured to see what they knew. After their torture, they were executed as they were loose ends. Their stories were pretty much identical. The person who freed them was small in stature with a boyish voice. However, he didn’t fight like a boy; he fought like someone with years of training behind him.
“I am just as confused as you are. Nothing about this situation makes any sense.” Amy sat and invited Randy to sit.
“Okay, let’s go over what we know for sure,” started Amy. “Two nights ago, the Black Hand Gang was crushed, slaves were released, their cash and arms disappeared, and their heads, along with a couple of lawyers, turned up outside the civil rights office. That cannot be a coincidence. Then, the principal of Fremont turns up with his head on a stake outside the school, along with thirty students with known gang connections. Did I miss anything?”
“The fires. There were two vehicles burned that were watching the home of former professor Tom Armstrong after he was busted. Again, all his money, even the offshore accounts, is missing. However, back to the fires: the fire marshal reported that the fires burned too hot to have occurred without an accelerant, but there was no physical evidence of an accelerant being used. Additionally, there did not appear to be a point of origin for any of the fires. I’m not including the two car fires in that because they had plain old gasoline as their accelerant.”
“Noted. Then, last night, an entire building of Bradley’s butt buddies and your security personnel were eliminated. However, not all the security personnel were executed. A few were allowed to survive, although they claimed not to remember anything beyond the moment the power started to flicker. After that, they didn’t remember anything until this morning.”
“I took the liberty of asking the coroner to run tests on some of the heads from the gangs and compare them to the heads from last night. I just got the results back. He said the heads from last night showed chemical changes that would suggest extreme torture. Stranger, he said, the chemical markers seemed to indicate the torture had been going on for months.” Amy gave Randy a look that indicated she was having trouble processing the last bit. “I know how you feel. I asked him to rerun the test with other heads, so when those results come back, we can see if something is really fucked up or the doc screwed up.”
“What’s your thoughts on the writing?”
“I think that is the most dangerous part of this. Somehow, someone found out what crime every one of those people committed and recorded it for everyone to see. You need to exercise extreme caution because, if I recall, you used several of the deceased to do your dirty work. It won’t take much for some journalists looking to make a name for themselves to put the pieces together.”
“Fuck!” Amy sighed. “Thirty years, Randy. Thirty years of everything running smoothly, while I gained the power I would need. And now? In two days, someone has done so much damage that it may have set me back by years.” Amy picked up her drink and drank it in one gulp. Then she pinched the bridge of her nose. Randy, having much experience with his boss, stood to leave. Just before he walked out, Amy stopped him. “Bradley had two children and a hot wife, correct?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Send some people, collect all three, and take them to secondary processing. They are to have a week of intense training before they are posted for auction.”
“The son will sell better if he is castrated first. Seventeen, and he’s as large a man as his father. Castrate him, and there will be a serious bidding war for him. Bastards will love to have him protecting their harems.”
“Fine, but force his mother to do the cutting. That should go a long way toward breaking her. I always hated that bitch.” Amy paused. “On second thought, bring them here so I can watch her break.” Randy grinned at his boss’s bloodlust. By bringing the Thompson family to the judge’s compound, Randy could partake in the festivities.
“Thank you, boss!” Amy chuckled.
“The only condition for you is don’t kill them with that thing you call a cock. I know I’m going to enjoy riding Bradley’s little bitch’s face until I cum all over it. I just wish I didn’t have that party tomorrow.”
Randy smirked before he left, and Amy was left sitting in her office. She stared out her window and wondered what had gone so wrong. Just a few days before, she had been poised to take complete control of the state by capturing the governor’s family and blackmailing her. Of course, she wouldn’t see her family until the afterlife, but she didn’t need to know that. Now, Amy barely had enough power to secure her compound.
The plan had been that once the governor was under control, Amy would force her to pass several bills that would effectively give Amy lifetime control. After that, Amy planned to make a few more tweaks to formally hand power to herself. With the state under control, Amy would move to nearby states before taking over the nation.
However, Amy had never been one to give up, so she began working on a new plan. But first, she had to figure out who had derailed her previous plan. If the loose end wasn’t clipped, it could unravel her new plans, and she might not be so lucky next time. A chill swept through her when she realized she wasn’t the most dangerous predator anymore. Something in the shadows, just outside her line of sight, was hunting her. The question became, who would get to whom first.
FBI Agents O’Donald and Garland were also hunting. Except in their case, they were hunting for whoever seemed to be coordinating criminal activity. As Randy had feared, the agents were beginning to put things together. Peter wanted to ensure they had all their ducks in a row before pulling the trigger on who he suspected. He wanted the case so tight there would be no way the suspect could wiggle out of it.
Everyone was tense that night. The FBI waited for reports of more head pyramids while Amy walked an endless circuit around the inside of her home. She felt as if she were a caged animal, but there was nothing she could do to break out. Her security didn’t say anything to her; they only watched and waited. Amy couldn’t even begin the torture of Bradley’s family because of her nerves.
Eventually, the sun began rising, and Amy was exhausted. She hadn’t slept a wink all night. When Randy came in, he saw how tired she was and directed her to her bed, where he lay her down. To help her get some sleep, he shot her up with a mild sedative over her protest. Randy knew that while Amy would be pissed, she would realize that he was right to sedate her. With Amy sedated, her body slave came in to undress her.
Amy loved keeping slaves around the house. Having a slave was much better than hired help because they couldn’t quit, and she could beat them as much as she wanted without worrying about an abuse claim being filed against her.
Across town, Alex woke and stretched. As he slept the previous night, The Three had been working hard to figure out how Alex could get around cell jammers. Their first step had been to search the web for every bit of information regarding signal blocking. Once they had everything collected and sorted, Intell worked on developing strategies, while Guardian and Emo worked on tracking the jammers using Alex’s powers.
By the time Alex woke up, The Three had developed several strategies to deal with the jammers. Thanks to the power use during the night, Alex was hungry, so his first stop after the bathroom was the kitchen.
Breakfast was scrambled eggs and toast. He was busy eating when Erin walked in.
“Oh, good, you’re up. You will be fending for yourself tonight, as I have a business meeting I have to attend.”
Alex looked up at his mother and shrugged. It was nothing abnormal for Erin to have meetings after work. After Erin left for work, Alex gathered several guns that were too severely damaged to be sold or salvaged. After ripping them apart so all he had were the barrels, Alex grabbed one and poured some power into it.
The barrel quickly became almost white-hot, and then, with a bit more power, Alex flattened it. After using a wire brush to knock off any scale, Alex reheated it, then folded the metal over and squeezed it together. He repeated the process on the other barrels until he had six flat pieces of metal.
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