by Warren Ray
“So, what’s Gibbs’ deal?”
“Not sure yet, but he said it was important.”
“Can’t wait to hear,” said Sam as he stared out the window.
Green headed over to where they had brought Perozzi’s men after they kidnapped them. It was in an old garage with no chance of prying eyes to spy on them.
Green tapped his horn and waited for the garage door to finish opening before driving inside.
Kyle stood off to the side holding a couple of beers from a cooler.
“Dad has some great news,” said Kyle as he handed the cold beer to Green and Sam.
They walked into the office that had the same musky smell as the rest of the place. An old metal desk sat against one wall and an old couch against the other. Wood paneling on the walls gave the room a 70’s vibe, and it even had an old TV with rabbit ears sitting on a table.
“Major, thanks for coming by,” said Gibbs extending his hand.
Green grabbed it followed by Sam.
“First off, the street art has really been a hit around town,” smiled Gibbs, holding his beer up for a toast.
They raised their bottles and clinked them before taking a sip.
“Amazing what a little thing like that can do.”
Green nodded and told him about his phone call from Reed.
“Glad none of them were of him,” said Gibbs.
Green didn’t want to spoil the celebration but needed to give them an update on Winters, and of Mordulfah’s attack on Jackson.
“That’s very disappointing,” said Gibbs. He held his bottle up again. “To the Shadow Patriots.”
“Here, here,” came the responses before they took another sip.
“So, what’s your news?” asked Sam.
“Glad we got the bad news out of the way first,” said Gibbs. “I have two things to tell you.”
Green looked at Sam before turning back to Gibbs.
“The first thing has to do with that laptop you retrieved from Pruitt’s place. We’ve finally been able to take full control of it.”
Green raised an eyebrow at the news. He had taken the laptop along with all the cash before burning the house down with Pruitt’s corpse sitting in his Porsche. They had been trying to break into the computer ever since. He didn’t understand the process, only that it would take some time, if even they could.
“We’ve got financial records of payments made to him and many others from Perozzi and Reed. It includes a list of people he’s been using, and it can tie him to the murder of Senator Kelly.”
Green let out a frustrated sigh. While it was good news, they still didn’t have a way to make it public. They already had recordings of Perozzi and Reed talking about the bombings. What good was the information if nobody heard it?
Gibbs recognized the distraught faces exhibited by Green and Sam. “I know what you’re thinking. So what? We have no way of getting it out to the public.”
“That would be correct,” said Sam.
“Well, there’s other things, we’ve been able to retrieve from his computer like more blackmail pictures.”
“Come on already,” said Sam in an excited tone. “Get to it.”
“I’ve got some salacious photos of Alexander Dauber with a whole bunch of girls, most of them in their early teens.”
“Whose Alexander Dauber?” asked Green.
“He’s in charge of all the broadcasting in the country. Everything you hear or see on the news or anything that’s on TV, it all goes through his office.”
“Everything?” said Green as he turned to Sam who wore a grin from ear to ear.
Gibbs nodded. “Everything. He’s the man Reed and Perozzi have been using to get all the propaganda out to the masses and shutting down dissent. They’ve either been blackmailing or rewarding him with young girls this whole time.”
Green took a gulp of beer and finished it off. “But will he play ball with us?”
“Oh, I’m sure he will. Besides his lovely wife, he has two teenage daughters that I don’t think will be too happy to know he’s having sex with girls no older than they are.”
“No, I don’t think they’d like that,” said Green as he popped open another bottle.
Gibbs finished his beer and reached for another. “Our only dilemma will be contacting him. He knows who I am and we can’t expose you, Major.”
“I could meet with him,” offered Kyle.
“No, because if he finds out who you are, then he’ll know it’s me and Sam can’t because he’s a State Department employee. Any kind of a picture from any camera could be used to match up your ID.”
Green thought about the situation. There was one person who could be trusted to do the job. “Then it has to be Stormy.”
Gibbs considered this for a moment.
“They’re already after her anyway,” said Green.
They gave him a puzzled look, so he told them what happened earlier when a cop pulled her over.
Everyone then agreed she was the perfect person. She was someone they would underestimate, and she could handle herself under pressure. Since Reed was already looking for her, it wouldn’t expose anyone else in the group.
This next step was going to be their most dangerous move because they didn’t know how Mister Dauber would react. Would he go along with them, relieved that Reed no longer had the pictures or would he call him for help? If the latter turned out to be the case, they would set Stormy up and grab her.
It was worth the risk because if they could find a way for all the information they had to be released to the public, then the country would scream for Perozzi’s and Reed’s heads and, in turn, the presidents. Exposing them would be a massive step in taking back the country. They’d lose all power and be basked in the harsh reality of who they really were, murdering traitors of America.
Dear Reader,
The Shadow Patriots lost the town of Jackson Michigan
Can they recover?
What about all the innocent survivors still in the town?
Winters' journey back is not how he pictured it. However, he is finally free of protecting the innocent and can go back on the offensive. But he is faced with limited resources, and once again, has to depend on unconventional tactics.
Will it be enough?
Dark Justice is the seventh and final book in the The Shadow Patriots series. It is the epic showdown, and the Shadow Patriots unleash hell in a desperate fight where everyone will meet their fate.
Book 7: Dark Justice
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