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Whatever Gets You Through The NightChapter 16 free porn video
“I was staying at the Westin; I was playing to a draw.
When in walked Charlton Heston with the Tablets of the Law.
He said, ‘It’s still the greatest story.’ I said ‘Man, I’d like to stay.
But I’m bound for glory; I’m on my way!
My ride’s here.’”
-Warren Zevon, “My Ride’s Here
“You would kill me.”
The village elder scowled as David Igazi’s men loaded their tribute onto his vehicles. Igazi looked the man over. He looked into the elder’s eyes and spoke again.
“And if you were younger and faster, you might stand a chance.”
The elder said nothing. He continued to glare at Igazi. He wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of telling him that he was right about the only thing preventing the old man from ending the brutal warlord on the spot. Igazi’s response was to give the big, boisterous laugh he was known for before backhanding the old man and knocking him to the ground. He took one last look at the gathered villagers.
“Get some more attractive women by next tribute!” Igazi said, spitting on the man and getting into the back of his jeep. Nigel Mander watched the scene from the front passenger’s seat, his AK-47 strapped to his back. Mander turned to the men and gave the signal to move out.
One of the men grabbed a woman by the wrist. Mander gave him a look that told the man exactly what he’d do to the prick if he tried to bring that woman back to base for “fun.” He let go and got into the vehicle with the others. Mander turned back to the driver and nodded for him to drive off.
As they left, Mander thought he heard something hit the vehicle. He turned around and saw a boy who’d made it through the human wall the adults had made to protect the children. He looked like he’d just thrown a rock. Mander noticed that Igazi also seemed to have perceived the sound but didn’t turn to look as they left the village.
Ten kilometers away from the village, Igazi stopped their caravan.
“Did that boy throw a rock at my jeep?” Igazi asked him and the driver who hadn’t noticed.
“Didn’t see, sir.” Mander lied. “Probably not, though. Kids play sometimes.”
Igazi thought a moment.
“Send half the men back to rape the entire village.” He ordered Mander. “Just in case he did. Tell them not to kill anyone who doesn’t make them but leave none unviolated!”
Mander thought for a moment. Igazi had given orders like this before. And Mander had worked hard to become his indispensable right-hand man for the express purpose of not being sent on “missions” like the one he’d just been ordered to tell others to carry out. Prior to that, whenever Mander could, he’d scare the children into running off onto the savannah, then rejoin the men; lying about all the raping he’d been up to while they were busy looking for the children. More than once, he’d had to whisper to a woman “If ya don’t scream, they’ll know I’m not doing anything to ya.” And that night, when they got back to the compound and told stories of what they’d done that day, Mander would sit and laugh along with suppressed disgust at the knowledge that he was the only one lying.
He knew how the conversation would play out if he tried to convince Igazi to countermand an order he’d just given. Assuming he didn’t decide to draw his pistol and shoot Mander for trying to change his mind, he’d answer that it would let every village in the region know to teach their children to show David Igazi proper respect and better than to throw rocks at his vehicle. Then Igazi would probably say something like “Kony fears David Igazi! Uongo fears David Igazi! AFRICA fears David Igazi! The WORLD must fear David Igazi! THIS is how they will LEARN!”
For what wasn’t the first time today or even in the past hour, Mander thought of how easy it would be to shoot Igazi. He trusted Mander enough to let him walk around with a .44 revolver near him all day. Igazi MIGHT not see him draw and turn in time. The driver MIGHT be startled enough to do nothing before Mander shot him too, simply out of not having time to find out the driver’s loyalty to the warlord the hard way. Mander then MIGHT shove him out of the seat, drive off before any of the others grasp what they just saw, collect the loot he’d been skimming and stashing for himself, and beat them to the first plane out of Africa he could find.
Then he thought of the thirty men behind them in armed Humvees and other vehicles that could outrun the jeep. And far too many guns for the four bullets he’d have left in the gun after those two or before he could ready his AK. Maybe the other rotten tossers would accept the surprise change in management or maybe they’d all open fire. Most of them whispered around the campfire that Igazi couldn’t be killed by bullets and he knew they believed it. He’d prove them wrong at the cost of his own life.
That many things having to go exactly right meant that they wouldn’t. Nigel Mander wasn’t the sort of person who could make that exchange. He was the sort of person who took a job because he got word some nutter in the Heart of Africa wanted his own army badly enough to pay too well to care exactly WHICH African nutter it was until he was already in. Mander wanted to get out of that army alive with enough to buy an island and never have to work for fuckers like Igazi again. If he found an opportunity to stop and kill the fuck without getting killed himself on the way out the door, even better.
But this wasn’t his moment to find out. The plan had too many moving parts. And if he continued to hesitate, Igazi would shoot him, then tell the driver to give the order. He thought of the woman he’d tried to save earlier from coming back with them. She was going to get far worse than if Mander had just let the prick take her back to the compound and pass her around until he could try to help her escape. And his finding the will to sacrifice himself over principle wouldn’t change a bit of it.
Mander got on the radio and gave the order.
“It weren’t the first time he did a thing like that.” Mander told Luc, Ramirez, and Nunzio as they had another pint in his room. Being a guest room at Castle Finzione, it was large enough and had enough comfortable seats for all of them around a table. “Weren’t the last either. It were the first time I thought it might just be worth my life to take the fucker with me, though.”
Hernando and Luc smoked and sipped their own pints. Nunzio didn’t smoke but sipped along.
“Then you weren’t ‘only following orders.’” The Generalissimo said over his pint. “If you hadn’t, he’d have killed you as an example to the others. You did these things under duress. That is a different matter.”
“Oui.” Luc agreed. “If Igazi didn’t kill you, the others would have. You MIGHT have saved that village that day by sacrificing yourself or Igazi might have killed them all and burned it to the ground as an additional ‘fuck you’ for your insubordination. The man was a sociopath; there’s no depth to which he wouldn’t have sunk.” Everyone looked at Luc. He looked at Ramirez. “Did you not think I’d been trying to build any case I could against David Igazi before your Contessa settled the matter?”
Everyone laughed.
“Si.” Nunzio spoke up, having been listening to the story as well. “I cannot imagine doing the kind of things you have done, Mander.”
“You were born in San Finzione, mate.” Mander answered. “We got a monarch too; she doesn’t take as much of a hand in taking care of the people as Her Countessness does. You don’t have to go looking for work from psychos, then find out who the boss is and what he’ll have ya doing. That maiming-the-dog trick Scott did? Yeah, I’ve seen it before, too.”
Nunzio lifted his beer into the air to toast his Contessa. The others clinked theirs with him.
“If any of ya don’t believe my role in things, you can ask Her Countessness. Think she were gonna hand me an island without using her Thing to make sure I wasn’t a fuckin’ rapist first?”
They all nodded as they drank. They didn’t need to bother her with the question. They knew her and that it was something she certainly would have done. Ramirez looked at the clock.
“It is getting late.” Ramirez said. “Let’s not keep our driver waiting any longer, Luc.”
“Yeah,” Mander agreed. “I imagine Her Countessness is gonna want to talk to us all in the morning.”
They said their goodbyes. Luc and Ramirez returned home and Nunzio went back to the Servants’ Quarters. Mander went to bed.
The Sun shone through the open balcony doors into the bedroom of the castle. It cast it’s beam across the marbled floor, onto the Persian rug, across the king-sized bed, and onto the face of Contessa Helena de San Finzione. She opened one eye slightly and the light entered it as well.
She was alone. Suzy-Q had left at some point in the night. Helen checked her phone and found two messages. The first was from LeGrasse, saying that they’d tracked down the motel that Dietz evacuated and were questioning the manager. The second was from Susan, who had apparently gotten everything back from Suzy-Q and told Helen what a lovely night she’d had. She smiled and went to get ready for the day.
As she sat in the bath, missing Jeanne’s usual “assistance” with bath time, Helen had a thought about how she wanted to address the people she now thought of as “her crew.” How she needed to tell them to get themselves unfucked and accept that Mander was part of the team and wasn’t going anywhere. She wasn’t yet aware that after she’d went to bed, Luc and Ramirez stayed and settled some differences with Mander over a second drink. She still thought something needed to be said to everyone. When she emerged, she sent a text calling everyone who’d been at the meeting on Monday to the castle. She was so scattered that she’d thought it was Tuesday yesterday. The kind of day that George Carlin described when he said “All day Wednesday, you keep thinking it’s Thursday; and it happens all day. Then Thursday comes and you’re all right again.” A little thing, but another reminder of what she and Suzy-Q talked about.
Helen got dressed. Then called for a couple of pages to bring her some things as she left her bedroom and sent another text to the others, telling them where this meeting would be held. She went to prepare.
Lady Maria and Mander sat outside the large pair of Mahogany doors with Howard Caldwell-Pierce while awaiting the others. They saw LeGrasse, Ramirez, Luc, and Ortega walking toward them. If the two military men had been in ordinary suits rather than their dress uniforms, the four of them approaching in mid-conversation wouldn’t be out of place in the introduction to a crime/legal drama where the cops take down the scum of the city in the first half and the lawyers put ‘em away in the second.
“We found the rental car abandoned at a car wash in Wine Country last night.” LeGrasse was saying to the others as they approached. Maria noticed that Mander’s wave to them and Luc and Ramirez’s waves back weren’t as perfunctory as the other two’s. “The driver paid for a full wash and detail, said he had to take care of something, and never returned. We have him on camera and are checking databases. Forensics is going over the vehicle to see if they missed anything.”
“You don’t rent an automobile without a credit card.” Luc replied. “A stolen one, if nothing else. A less likely and hopefully incorrect explanation would be another plant. Or they could have bribed someone like they did the manager at the motel.”
They were close enough that it wouldn’t be rude for Mander to try and enter the conversation, so he did.
“So that’s how they stayed hidden, then?” Mander asked. “Find a cheap motel and slip the desk clerk a few bills to look the other way?”
“Si.” Ramirez told him as Mander and Maria stood, now that everyone was gathered. “They gave the manager an extra five-hundred Euros for two rooms for a week with no paperwork and no questions.”
“Oui,” LeGrasse said, a little uncomfortable talking to Mander like a peer. However, Luc and Ramirez seemed to be doing so, therefore, he’d make the effort as well. “The owner said five-hundred; which probably means five-thousand, but he didn’t want us to seize it all. As long as the bills came out of it, we’ve got something. He figured ‘if a dozen guys want to pay that much to use a couple of rooms for a few days, let them film all the gay porn they want in there.’”
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