Getting Away With It

Chapter 1: September 19, 2005: D

I got tired of being poor one day in high school. When I decided to actually do something about it things got a little rough very quickly. I didn't have the patience for a real job, I'm in charge in this world I created for myself but no one would ever know. It started with selling soda out of my locker, who knew I would someday be doing all of this and all it took was one of my three brain cells.

My six new recruits start waking up while they are still groggy I start turning on machines. They are starting to realize that they are handcuffed to chairs. They start to murmur realizing they are on conveyor belts.

I yell for their attention. And all I get is mixed responses of anger, confusion, and fear as their voices clamor over each other. I fire my gun in the air. "Do I have your attention now?" They say nothing. "Good to hear. Good to hear. Let's get down to business. You can call me 'Gamma' that is my rank and as far as you know that is my name. My real name is of no concern consider this a civilian burn notice. You have been recruited because you are losers, druggies, very angry or wannabe gangbangers."

Someone struggles to swing their chair side to side, "You won't get away with this! My family will be looking for me!"

I walk up to him on the end and jump on the conveyor belt with him inches from his face. My feet on either rail on either side. I take off one of my black gloves off. And put my hands in his beard feeling facial hair for the first time. "Awww how adorable. That is truly adorable. You think you still have a choice but that's okay." I fire a round into his shoulder. I yell at him and everyone else, "Insolence will not be tolerated!" I walk to the machine controls and I start up one side and the wrong guy beings to move in a jerk he yelps in a panic I turn that side off. And turn on the correct one.

The man tries to get off the chair but he's strapped down. Kicking and screaming as he goes down the line very slowly after the initial jerk. I take my time going back to the remaining men. I stand in front of them again, just loud enough, "wait for it." A huge splash from the guy. He kicks and screams best he can, connected to the chair still, the struggle is deafening against the echo of the metal walls. The screaming stops shortly after and bubbles just come from the acid. "Alright anyone else still wishes to defy me?" I pause for a response, "Any questions?"

One guy looks like he has questions. I give him my full attention looking directing at him through my mask and point to him. He says "I guess this means it's my turn to talk. When you are lettin' us go, what the fuck is gonna to stop us from catching you up and putting you in that pool of whatever the fuck dat is that melted that guy?"

"Thank you for the introduction and segway into how this is going to work, William?"

"How da fuck do you know my name? Man, people don't know my name! You gonna fuck me up man."

"I know all of your old identities. That shit was so easy. Now we have you all. You have been here for a week. And no alibis for the murders of your Homies, friends, and family. You are all wanted by police for up to 5 murders and with no alibi. You would be fucked. You also can't go back to your gang ties, we put bounties on all of you. 25k dead and 500k alive. I know what you're thinking 'but Gamma where are we supposed to go?' Well, we invented new identifications for you, DL, passports, birth certificates, car keys and keys to your new apartments and keys to the cars for each of you. The additional control comes from you getting paid, your families getting paid anonymously if you behave but even comprehensive words or writing of any information down of what is going on a small chip that was just pushed past your skull by force will release electric shock into your brain giving you a fatal seizure believe me it's not that bad of an idea it's quick and painful it gets the point across. I'm going to let you go in reverse on this machine you will hit the floor. You are naked right now. The handcuff keys will be for the guy to your right. Call it a team building exercise. Then grab your stuff and get to the address on the sticky note in your car in the glove box use a pen to scratch the sticky note to get the address. Go home and be home tomorrow, someone will be there to train you tomorrow for your new jobs with our organization. Phones can only do inciming calls until they are unlocked remotely by your boss, myself or Alpha. Texts to people in our little network only, texts and calls are erased automatically at my discretion. Oh, and you have 30 minutes because I'm putting an APB to the police at this location about a shooting. All they will discover is what looks like a construction site and no one dead or alive on site unless you are still here. But no one wants or needs to go to jail tonight. Any questions before I leave?"