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Turnbull, who disliked politics as much as he disliked mustard, terrorists, and other people in general,
he was a bit irritated to have been disturbed during his post-mission weapon cleaning ritual.
“You mean that here, you have a green light to do what you do,” Deeds countered. Turnbull shrugged. He ran with a crew of seasoned Iraqi special forces. They picked their own targets, and they dealt with their targets in their way without interference.
Turnbull’s team was kind of running out of targets, having shot its way out of a job.
“It’s all politics. And I don’t do politics. I do terrorists.” “I think it was some Bolshevik who observed that you might not care about politics, but politics care about you.”
“Incompetent generals and admirals? I’m shocked. Shocked.”
There’s nothing back in CONUS for me, Clay.
Except taxes and Cancel Culture.
Turnbull had listed his beneficiary as the National Rifle Association.
Booyah!
“And you want me to what, go to the Big Apple and kill everyone involved?” asked Turnbull sourly. “I mean, it’s a jungle under de Blasio, but people might take notice if I whack a dozen targets.”
More like Big Crapple.
“I’m saying I can’t trust anyone in the bureaucracy to take America’s side instead of his own faction’s side.
Ain’t that the truth!
We have seen the media reject objectivity. We have seen our elite excuse, if not outright embrace, political violence. We know the FBI tried to pull off a coup to frame President Trump for collusion with the Russians. We know prominent politicians and tech companies and key institutions were all willingly bought by China.
All true, all scary shit.
“It’s called Task Force Zulu,” said Deeds. “Should be ‘Task Force Zombie,’” Turnbull replied. “Special ops of the living dead.”
Better ‘n vampires, I guess.
There was also $3,453 in well-circulated dollars and a similar amount in euros, enough to buy what he needed but not enough to trigger a freak-out at customs if they searched him and found the cash.
Yep; well below the $10K USD FinCen 105 threshold.
Xe was the hero and allied xirself with the aliens to fight the humans. Turnbull got about 15 pages in but finally put the book in the magazine pouch for the next lucky passenger after reaching a point where the book mentioned a “dense matter object” and had a long footnote about how calling a black hole a “black hole” is racist and the book would have no part of it.
Oi vey.
Vienna had an old, cramped airport that probably looked like something from about ten years into the future way back in 1967.
Definitely not the ritziest airport I’ve been to.
He was forgettable – the very look he was striving for.
“The Grey Man.”
about half of whom insisted on wearing masks. Turnbull did too, not because it made it harder for viruses but because it made it harder to identify him.
Like back in the pre-COVID days, when it was primarily thugs who wore masks in public (not counting medical and HAZMAT workers, of course).
Turnbull broke right and went straight through customs. The lines were short, but Turnbull stood in the longest one. The busier the agent was, the less likely she would be
Ahem, CBP **Officer**, not “agent.”
New York, he noted immediately as the smell of fresh urine warmed by the hot sun wafted into his nostrils, had changed, and for the worse.
Reminds me of my August 1996 visit to the Big Crapple!
“Not at the moment. I’m no Karen. It’s a free country.” “Is it?” she asked. “If anyone asks, I just say I’m listening to a D-Yazzy jam.”
“It’s good to meet one of us. Especially here. If my boss found out, I’d be out of here and there’re no jobs.” “One of us?” “A conservative,” she whispered, and then she smiled. “We gotta stick together. I’m totally giving you an early morning check-in. And upgrading you.”
You go, girl!
You could go and buy one legally, but this was New York and the Second Amendment didn’t apply here.
I H8 NY!
surly crew of six young men dressed in Yankees uniforms,
Surly Yankees, how redundant!
But there were no beat cops. He kept walking. Did the NYPD even do foot patrols anymore?
Turnbull liked cops as a general matter, but he needed what he needed.
Bingo. There was a Walther PPK backup gun in a holster with a second mag strapped over the cop’s left foot.
Hmmm, are Walthers authorised by NYPD as backup pieces? Oh well, literary license.
The guy had a well-maintained Glock 19 nine-millimeter service weapon. Turnbull now had three 15 round magazines of hollow point ammo. Not a .45, but he wasn’t one to look a gift gun in the barrel. The PPK was a nice bonus.
Finally, there was a black 21” ASP expandable baton. As his old team sergeant observed when seeing one demonstrated for them at Bragg, “That could put a hurtin’ on somebody.”
There were only two mags of seven 7.62mm rounds each.
Ahem, the PPK is 7.65mm (.32 ACP), not 7.62mm!
He was unshaven, and he wore a Mets cap
Blecchh. Well, at least it’s not the Yankoffs, er, Yankees.
Before the elevator opened into the lobby, he had slipped on a gray mask and two blue latex gloves. Now he was just another New Yorker who was paranoid about viruses.
Ha.
There was a statue out front of Maxine Waters on a horse for some reason, and another of Karl Marx;
Ugh, two peas in a pinko pod.
Turnbull vaguely remembered that the pedestals had previously been occupied by lions. Apparently, the big cats were racist and had to go.
But, but, lions are African (and to a lesser extent, South Asian)….oh, never mind.
“Black-Trans-Asian-First Peoples-Nonbinary-Otherkin-Latinx-Fatx-Allies Lives Matter.” BTAFPNOLFA
Haha, how do you pronounce that acronym?
She had some attentive listeners in the park, several of whom were chiding others who applauded as “aggressive” and “creating unsafeness with their hand striking.”
Ha!
For his part, Turnbull was hoping they would start punching each other and silently put his money on the pro-applause contingent. The up-twinkles faction seemed pretty soft.
The barista fetching his latte seemed a bit puzzled at being paid with cash instead of with a card or an iPhone. He had to get his manager to help him make the $1.38 in change from the $20.
Ha.
Turnbull’s kill plan was simple – he’d draw and fire twice, center mass torso, as he brought the Glock up and finish with a forehead shot, since the guy most definitely had a vest,
2 To The Body
1 To The Head
We Like ‘Em Alive
But We’ll Take ‘Em Dead
He matched the photos of Saladin, though the gentleman hardly looked like the scourge of the crusaders. Maybe the scourge of maître d’s and escort service madams.
only to be told the Constitution was different when it came to the right.
even less savory cast-offs that showed that romance was still alive even among the left.
Bringing back hippie Free Love?
The pushed person screamed like a teen girl seeing BTS in concert.
channeled Patton’s admonition to his commanders. Audacity, audacity, audacity.
A rich Lebanese businessman with Hezbollah connections kneecapped in the midst of a large Black-Trans-Asian-First Peoples-Nonbinary-Otherkin-Latinx-Fatx-Allies Lives Matter demonstration was going to invite embarrassing scrutiny. Hopefully, it would scare the jihadis and/or their prospective partners off the deal. But if it didn’t, at least it guaranteed Saladin would not be joining next year’s cast of Dancin’ with the Stars: Beirut.
Haha, rock on.
street punks who latched onto the movement because it provided them a green light to run rampant.
carrying a skateboard, which he presumably intended to use to brain Turnbull. This intent was confirmed
Channeling the Kyle Rittenhouse incident, are we?
He sprinted by an ugly statue of a squatting Gertrude Stein. Someone had used gray spray paint to scrawl “TOO WHITE” across its dark bronze surface.
Per Wikipedia: “While identified with the modernist movements in art and literature, Stein's political affiliations were a mix of reactionary and progressive ideas. She was outspoken in her hostility to some liberal reforms of progressive politics.”
the homeless – though it was now a misdemeanor to call the unhoused that.
a bank of Port-A-Potties set up by the city in a futile effort to keep people from dropping their used soup kitchen dinners on the sidewalk.
and also suggested that one perform unnatural acts upon policemen.
Like the (in)famous N.W.A. gangsta rap song?
