The Karma Project

Chapter 28 - F = ma

Zoe

Assessing the security team was an absolute shit show, but incredibly insightful. We found two individuals that were the most impressive. Drake, who has been employed by the Karma's for nearly three years, was able to fight off three other guards and hold his own on the mat against me for about twenty minutes. Of course, I was able to best him, but out of the entirety of the personnel, he held me off the longest.

Dean and I decided to make Drake our replacement for Darren. He'll oversee our arms warehouse until further notice.

Then I got to meet Jessica, the only woman in the entire collection, and she put Dean on his ass. More than once. The Karma's hired Jessica into their security team about four months ago, and although I didn't get to physically spar against her we did match shot for shot in the shooting range. I spoke with the brothers and came to an agreement to add her to our inner circle security for when we have to go on any jobs, she will also be taking the lead of our security personnel in general when Dean can't devote his attention to them.

Which leads us to here, Jessica and Drake are standing with me in the cellar, staring at a tied up Deangelo-- who is covered in his own piss. I'd say I was surprised but I'd expect nothing less considering it was Teddy and Brandon who picked him up.

"So Drake," I begin, turning to face him. "You'll be in the weapons warehouse and not the packaging, but how would you deal with someone in our troops trying to steal our product?"

Drake is in his mid-twenties, a little older than me, average height and build, and topped with ruffled brown hair. From the outside, he looks completely unsuspecting, and even has an innocent 'boy next door' look, but when he opens his mouth all the entire facade disappears. Looking at Deangelo he asks, "Do you know what they do to thieves in Saudi Arabia?" And seeing as Deangelo is gagged, Drake answers for him, "They chop them off."

I give an appreciative nod to him followed by a click of my tongue, "Then do it."

"Cut off his hands?" He chuckles.

"Yes, what tool did you want?"

He raises his eyebrows and mirrors the same nod I give him, "A bone saw will do."

As expected, the all-hearing band of brothers enter the room, conveniently with Teddy who is holding an electric bone saw with an extension cord. "Then let's get this show on the road." Teddy chips, "I just got a new gallon of chocolate milk and I'd like to crack that baby open as soon as possible."

We this is a test, to see if the two new heads of security can handle the gory work, not just the physical violence. We don't plan to have them actually handle any interrogations, in fact we don't plan on Drake or Jessica learning any information about what we are looking into. We are doing this to see if they can do as they are told and not ask questions.

Drake accepts the bone saw with a quiet 'thank you' and powers it up. Right on queue Deangelo's eyes fly wide open and his muffled screams echo in the small cellar.

"Well Deangelo," Drake sighs, and my ears perk up curiously, ""The dildo of consequences rarely arrives lubed."

Completely unprepared for a statement like that, both Brandon and I sputter out laughs. Max cuts his eyes at us, but when we try to smother the chuckles, we only laugh harder. I'm doubled over and holding my knees, Brandon has his head thrown back and holding his belly, and I look up to see Teddy chuckling, and even Dean has his hands covering his mouth that I know is holding back a secret smirk.

"Children," Max grumbles, "I work with children."

We eventually breathe through the giggle fit, only to find that Drake has completed the task already. Not only has he cut both hands clean off of Deangelo, but he has also seared the wounds with a blowtorch to cauterize the bleeding. I sin to find Drake already standing a few feet back next to Jessica who has a bored look on her face, as if she is completely unphased.