Day 2 Part 1

Chapter 275

Day 2

Part 1

It was nice to have the room to ourselves with Mr. Striker gone. However, not everything went the way we wanted it. For instants, we still didn’t have Mr. Striker’s key. I felt we had failed in that part of our plan. And Mr. Holliman made himself an enemy of Mr. Striker and friends instead of getting them to trust him and bring him into the fold he distances himself from them. 

So in a sense, I felt we were screwed. Yet there were some good things that did happen.  1: Colby and his brother were safe from harm. 2: Mr. Striker reviled what was about too take place in regards of that locked room and more important that not only was he a part of one of largest child sex rings he was grade number 1 bad guy in the satanic church or would be if things go his way. All and all it was a pretty good day.

Mr. Holliman moaned how good it felt to finally climb in bed. However to him and me it didn’t feel the same without our loved ones lying next to us, it was more of a slumber party sharing one great big bed between Dora’s two boys and me, but as tired as we were we didn’t complain as sleep finally found us. It hadn’t seemed that long when someone came to wake us telling us the bad guys were on the rampage again. We groaned looking at the clock on the nightstand that said 9 am in the morning.

It seemed we had only closed our eyes for a couple of minutes as Tony was waking us, said breakfast is being served in the control room. I said. “What happened to having breakfast in bed?” He laughed thinking it was the funniest thing in the world. I slipped on a clean robe and some house slippers. Considering it was basically the only clothing we boys had. Not that was really any different actually being home. Mom hated us when sat down for breakfast dressed and ready to go for the day. She had stated breakfast should never be rushed… that being ready meant we would simply grab a piece of toasts and run out the door and not spend one minute with the family.

In truth in my mother’s home we seldom sat down as a family for a meal and breakfast was non-existent. Of course, that changed when I moved out on my own. Well sort of, I didn’t have breakfast at home instead I had all my meals at work. Let’s say that I seldom had to go shopping and saved tons of money by eating at work, where it cost me nothing since it was my job to taste everything as a chef and a boss of 25 or so employees. Even today we don’t have meals at the table; nor do I eat breakfast or lunch some days; its just dinners in front of the TV or while I am at the computer.

Mr. Hamilton quickly dressed for the day in clean clothes, unsure if a robe would be enough considering what is in the plans today for him and us. None of us really had any prior engagements. Other than the big football game for the big cash money prize at 4 pm. the premier would be shown at 2 pm according to the schedule we had disused yesterday. Other than that we kids wouldn’t be needed unless the bad guys wanted us for more sex. The major players today had scheduled a 10 am meeting, and Mr. Tate’s big death scene was going to take place right after breakfast. So we had been told.

However Tony and his team had worked throughout the night and things were about to get interesting; finding Mr. Striker and his two guests missing from their rooms and seeing them outside in some ally with Mr. Gregory and Mr. Fairchild, covered in blood and asleep. Tony and his team were just finishing the scene adding some bodies of children or at least they looked like kids they had brought with them lying dead; in a heap along with Mr. Tate’s body, when actually they were here with us in the control room having breakfast.

Tony looked up at the camera said. “Ok, everything set I’ll wake them and let's see how they react when they have been caught red-handed.”

One by one he stabbed them with a needle and ran off behind the buildings. Stringum rubbed his hands together, said. “Say goodbye to them, kids, personally I am glad to say goodbye to these disgusting men, and no more playing Mr. Tate, but this is only phase two of our plan today. They won’t be in a very good mood when they realize what about to happen to them today. Plus the fact today is the last day they will be free men.”

Mr. Striker was the first to wake, as his eyes flew open seeing blood everywhere and dead bodies all around him. He looked down at his clothes finding more blood and a bloody hatchet lying next to each of them and in their hands a hunting knife covered in blood. Not only that ceremonial cups and bowls filled with blood and half-eaten hearts laying about them. We watch as he was the first one to make a hasty exit after noting the fact Mr. Tate was strung up on a satanic cross and gutted like a pig around several dead bodies. I was confused at first by the fact they let Mr. Striker leave the scene, and everyone else, but it became clear that they had to be seen leaving with his guests. So they could report back; when everyone had left the scene of the crime. Cops arrived and soon after the news crew.

The front door slammed opened with our bad guys storming the castle; bloody and cold after being outside. They were lucky that Tony and his team had taken the time to dress them in warm clothes. Stringum gave them five minutes before he made his appearance at the top of the stairs, said. “What in the hell is going on. Some of us…Holy s**t why are you men covered in blood…?”

Mr. Striker said. “Because someone is setting us up… not that it’s any concern of yours now that Mr. Tate’s dead. Everything here belongs to me.... you and your friends have 20 minutes to get the hell out of my house. Or I will personally throw you out.”

Stringum tsked said. “My good man, you think your threats threaten me. What makes you think Mr. T…?” Tony came out and whispered in his ear or made it look like he was just announcing the death of Mr. Tate. Stringum said. “Oh it seems you have me at disadvantage Mr. Striker, but however the news has just reached me that you and your friends have just killed my partner and our benefactor and several of the boys you brought with you last night.

“Right now as we speak the cops are on the way and have followed you here. I can stall them, long enough so you we can get rid of the evidence and hide you.  We will then discuss your claims to this home you think is yours after they have gone. Now hurry, get out of those clothes, and I will take care of the rest,” noticing the police lights outside the estate and sirens right on queue.

Mr. Striker and his two new guests along with Mr. Gregory and Fairchild looked back at the door hearing the police cars pulling up made dash for it to their rooms. While Mr. Stringum quickly went to the door as they were knocking. He let them into the house talking as loud as he could without screaming. In case the men were listening which many of them were as they quickly stripped down to their skin stowing their clothes into several plastic garbage liners with the door open wide enough for a quick peek. Having Tony’s men in black jackets quickly take it way to destroy the evidence so they thought. In truth, they stuck inside the control room Tony smiled said to Mr. Stringum in one of the microphones the evidence was secured.

Stringum let the officer in as if he was having a tea party offering them breakfast. The moment they smelled the food wharfing the house, they couldn’t resist. Following him into the library where he was having breakfast with Dad, Mr. Vincent Bishop Earl, as well as Mr. Wesley and Mr. Bronson.  Who were captivated by what was going on watching the TV? As the story of Mr. Tate and the boys they had killed was being aired live.

On the monitors in front of us, we were watching the scenes from inside the control room where the best place to see what was happening in the house and at the crime scene as Tony’s men played the roles we needed to investigate the scene. The newswoman stood in front of the ally where the there was crime tape all over the place as the men worked covering the bodies and placed sheets over them while they waited for someone to take the bodies away.

We all gave each other a high five for having the best seat in the house. Watching Mr. Striker and his friends watching the same news feed hearing the news reporter talk to several people that had given statements that said they happened to see five men giving their descriptions of Mr. Striker, Mr. Gregory, Fairchild and his two guests fleeing the scene of the crime covered in blood from head to toe heading towards Mr. Tate’s large estate. 

Hearing Mr. Striker curse and punch another hole in the wall being set up to take the fall of Mr. Tate’s murder. In the meantime, Stringum and the officers were also watching the news feed having a nice hot breakfast. Giving our bad guys plenty of time before they do room to room search for them as they sweat not having any place to go, not knowing the area with the streets blocked and the skies watched in case they chose to leave by chopper.

Tony sat down with us as he watched the men panic trying to come up with a plan to ditch the cops. Accusing each other of what they think they did. Not having any memory on how they got there. Tony finished his breakfast telling us not to leave the room so the bad guys wouldn’t see them or that would ruin everything. He said when it was safe he would sneak them out and move them to our cabin since it was the safest places at the moment. He left the room so he could play the role of hiding the bad guys from the cops as he leads them to the kitchen down to the wine caller where there was a secret room where Mr. Tate had used to hide people while the cops were doing a search. Not telling them that cops were all fake and in our pocket.

Once they were safe in their little hideaway they got the privilege of watching the surveillance cameras in the hallway and outside where there were at least 7 police cars. Plus they had state of the art police scanner in their hideaway tuned in to our control room. They listened to the scanner telling them that roads were blocked and all air traffic was closed around us. Until they were sure that they were either captured or have escaped the area.

Everyone was directed to stand against the wall as the rooms were searched as they were being interrogated in regards to their business here and most importantly Mr. Tate and several of the boys that have been murdered in cold blood. Many of them looked shocked for the ones that had yet to turn on their TV sets in their room; mumbling a surprised gasp as they looked at their friends being accused of the murders.

Once they were close to my room we quickly jumped on the couch and turned on some cartoons; waiting for them to knock on our door. Dad came with them and so did Mr. Holliman as they opened the door asking us if we wouldn’t mind us coming out so they could search the room. I asked what was going on.... Dad said “Mr. Tate and some of the boys have been murdered and left for dead not far from here. That is believed that Mr. Striker and his friends are the ones responsible, and they were told they were seen head this way.”

We all looked shocked as we stood outside against the wall with the rest of the boys that were with the other bad guys. While boys that are assumed dead were watching the fun on the monitors as the police showed their pictures to the bad guys and us kids in hopes of identifying the bodies. Stating they had never seen them before. Lying through our teeth, but there was no shock on their faces when they were told that Mr. Tate had been murdered in cold blood. Stringum came out into the hallway said. “For those that would like to leave you are more than welcome to.

“However this doesn’t change anything, even with Mr. Tate’s death.  Life goes on and we will bring his killers to justice. That being said we will continue on as if nothing has changed until the reading of the will, which I have been told leaves his affairs in my hands and all his business and his property. You have two hours to decide if you would like the leave once you have been fingerprinted and your things searched that you brought with you. So we can find out who was all responsible for his murder as well as the boys he and his friends have killed and have been seen leaving the area.” Everyone started to grumble angrily of the idea of them being fingerprinted and searched from head to toe, yet it did make some of us very happy to see them scrim.

Once everyone had been processed some of them decided it would be best not to continue their stay now that roads were now open for travel, even though there were roadblocks searching for the men responsible, even though they knew exactly where they were. It was only for appearance only, but if they thought they were going home before they could run their fingerprints in the police database, they wouldn’t get far. That much was certain as many of them that had left only to be taken directly to jail, except for those certain few that needed to lead us to the things we needed and the kids they had locked away.

Stringum closed the door politely apologizing for the inconvenience said. “Who’s ready to see our premier before it hits the shelves next week. All those who would like to see it may do so in the main dining room. Those that don’t well the houses is yours to do what you like within reason. The same house rules apply, but I am adding one more rule because of recent advents. If I find you murdered someone here in my home; you will be joining them. I will not tolerate the cops coming back to do another search. It’s bad enough that Mr. Striker and some of his friends did not heed that warning nor were they smart about leaving evidence behind that could link them to the murder of the boys and Mr. Tate.

“I don’t care what you do in your homes but I do not allow things like that in my home. With that in mind, we will be starting the movie in twenty minutes.  Then we will have time to visit as my men set up for the big game which will decide the winner of the big 120 million dollar purse. So place your bets. And choose who is going to be on which team.”