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The Break Up

Posted in Violence with tags , , , , , , , , , on April 20, 2009 by Dago

(Timeline: 10+ years in the past)

 

I get a call from the Hebrew. He tells me some guy who is wanted for murder has been hired to disfigure a girl. Do I want to help him speak to the guy.

What you gonna do? Say no?

 

I took my H&K USP .40, made sure the cor-bons in it where new and went to meet the Hebrew.

 

The Hebrew was a short and stocky guy with very few redeeming human qualities. I thought loyalty was one of them and for the most part it was. But as time would tell, that too didn’t last.

Despite this he was good at Jujitsu and that skill at least had to be respected. He also brought in work. This might have been good in terms of being paid, but I never did this work just for the money. It took me a long time to figure out why I did do it.

 

Anyway along with the Hebrew this time was his half-brother. Another Hebrew but taller and better looking. And with the IQ size of a fruit fly not to mention disturbing personality traits amongst which a propensity for dramatic flair several orders of magnitudes larger than his shorter relative, a level of incompetence with firearms that definitely delved deeply into the criminal part of negligence and most disturbing of all a contempt/hatred of women that was hard to explain in any rational way, especially since he generally seemed to have his sick way with them from what little of it I knew from his shorter kin.

The short Hebrew had told me he had been shown a filmed sex sessions of the taller Hebrew essentially doing brutal anal sex on his then girlfriend without much consent on her part to speak of. She didn’t know about the camera filming her either.

The short Hebrew was not anywhere near as smart as he thought he was, but he wasn’t a complete moron. Despite what his behaviour often suggested.

 

He hadn’t told me of his half-brother. He knew if I had known of his presence I wouldn’t have shown up. But once I start something I tend to go through all the way to the end. I looked at his quasi-rapist relation and then at him. He pretended not to notice how I felt. But he knew.

  

The briefing is as weird as it’s simple.

A Med student broke up with his girlfriend of a few years so he did the natural thing. He hired a murderer to slash the girl’s face and disfigure her permanently. He also hired the guy to take pictures of it so he can enjoy seeing her mutilated face.

Good thing to know he’ll soon be a doctor and taking the Hippocratic oath and all. Not to mention his take on true love.

As it happens the guy he hired is currently wanted in connection with a murder and also a disappearance of one other person. Both the disappeared as well as the dead guy are fucking scum by all accounts so no tragic loss of life there then. The wanted guy is supposed to be a crazy German guy nicknamed Grizzly and aka The Butcher because he apparently used butcher knives.

 

I know. You couldn’t make this shit up. It’s so clichéd it would make a Guy Ritchie movie look bad. It gets better.

 

Grizzly apparently has a little too much heat on him at the moment so in a flash of inspired genius he decides to contact the girl’s father and make a proposal to him. He says to the dad, that they will put make-up on the girl instead of really disfigure her and in exchange for his magnanimous and merciful act of almost contrition the father will pay him R10,000. In what passes for Grizzly’s mind this is a good deal. Especially since Med-Boy has already paid him 5k and owes him another 5k after the job.

The girl’s father decided to tell Grizzly he agreed and arranged a meeting time and place at his offices and then called the Hebrew for help.

Which is a little surprising considering that the girl and her whole family are Muslims.

We were now headed to this very meeting.

 

On the way to the meeting Rapist Boy regales us with his philosophies of life while checking and rechecking his Beretta which is stainless steel and has been taken off him by a notorious gangster not too long ago when he got in a scuffle with them. He did get it back from the gangster a few days later after apologising or paying money or giving him a blowjob, or most likely all three, I don’t know nor care. The gun had been fired though. He still uses it as his primary weapon.

While I keep careful watch on where Rapist Boy is pointing his Beretta I try to mentally shut out his verbal diarrhoea, but some of his foggy mind-shit gets through. He’s kind of sympathising with the Med-Boy.

 

“I mean you can understand it sometimes can’t you?” Says Rapist Boy

 

Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

 

“What?” asks the Hebrew gleefully. He loves this shit. It’s like a Jerry Springer show. The faster Rapist Boy shits out his fog, the more the Hebrew laps it up.

 

“You know, bitches. You know, how sometimes you just want to cut them.”

He’s not trying to freak us. He’s sharing close personal emotions with good friends.

 

“What do you mean?” The Hebrew wants it all.

 

“You know cut their lips off. Just cut the bitches’ lips right off.” He makes a cutting circular motion around his own mouth by way of explanation.

 

Even the Hebrew shuts up at that.

 

“You know? You know what I mean right?” He’s actually looking for some love and understanding. You know. Human connection and all that good stuff.

 

“No bro, we don’t know what you mean.” Says the Hebrew with some merciful finality.

 

As we’re riding in an old Land Rover I spend the rest of the trip hoping one of the bumps in the road will get the Rapist to fire his Beretta in a convenient direction. His balls would be good. His head better. This is before Pulp Fiction came out so I came up with that idea before him too.

 

No worries Quentin, I won’t sue.

 

After Rapist Boy continues to tell us of his latest sexual escapades we eventually get to the place where the meeting is being held. It’s an industrial area and the offices are part of a warehouse type of setup. Daddy is into textiles it seems. On the way out of the Land Rover I seriously contemplate shooting Rapist Boy. I mean really. I conclude that if it were just the two of us in the Gobi desert somewhere I would. Wouldn’t bother me a bit. I would sleep quite well that evening. The guy is a fucking Rapist as far as I’m concerned. He might not have had charges pressed on him, but he hates women. He likes to hurt them and humiliate them. Cowardly fuck that he is he also made a big show of putting a bullet-proof vest on under his jumper.

Fucking idiot.

 

We’re going to get one guy who doesn’t even know we’re coming. Fucking idiot rapist shithead. Shooting him here would cause all sorts of trouble for me. What it being a built up area and the Hebrew being a witness and all that stuff. But out in the Gobi… well. It would be a bit of a waste to expend a whole cor-bon on this prick but I’m generous to women in general that way.

I find myself hoping Grizzly lives up to his reputation just long enough to slash open Rapist Boy’s throat.

 

We are met by a cop who is a friend of the Hebrew. He also was supposedly undercover in one of the biggest drug rings in the city we are in but who the fuck knows what the truth is. That he is bent is a fact because he’s here to lend some kind of legality to the proceedings in case we actually have to drill Grizzly. He’s being paid for this of course.

Grizzly is supposed to be 6’5″, 140kg, most likely armed (with knives but guns are so common here he would have to really be unhinged to not have one) and supposedly crazier than a gay squirrel, not to mention murderous and vicious with it.

 

As we step in I make sure I’m slightly behind the Rapist and keep him on my left. If anything happens I want that fucking moron where I can see him. The Hebrew is on my right. They both carry 9mm weapons (The Hebrew uses a Glock) and I find myself thinking maybe I should have gone with the .357 Magnum instead of the .40 but actually I’m not fussed. Fuck the German fag. I don’t care how big he is. I set myself in Zen mode and I’m pretty sure whatever happens I’ll have pock-marked his head a few times before he gets near me even if he does try. And after that if need be I’ll ram the H&K straight into his fucking eye before I pull the trigger again or if that won’t work because it shoves the slide back I’ll break my hand into his Adam’s apple in a flat fist and knee him in the balls. Fuck him. Fuck his knives. Fuck his German DNA. I’m, only 80kg but I’m still 6’2″ and faster and all that karate has its uses. Besides maybe in the fray I could get Rapist Boy killed and that would be a bonus.

 

Focused but at peace with the world, it is with this frame of mind I meet Grizzly. He’s about 10 metres ahead of us and he has his back to us. He’s big and hairy. The Hebrew calls him out.

Grizzly turns and I meet his eyes first, he glances at us and goes pale. He starts trying to recover, he turns to the guy standing next to him who is a serf of the girl’s dad and snarls at him…

“I said no other people..” then he recalls that bullying this little guy right now will not save his ass and he turns back to us, trying to buy time, find an angle. He starts to speak to the Hebrew, recognising him: “You…I know you…you’re the Hebrew…and you (he points to the Rapist) you are the Rapist…”

 

Now, you understand he didn’t actually say Hebrew and Rapist, he used their names. The Hebrew was kind of known in certain “security” circles, mostly for doing a decent job. As was the Rapist. Mostly for being a complete fuck up and shooting a guy in the leg over a fisticuffs that was going badly for him. Getting his gun taken away in another fisticuffs, not being able to hit a pink elephant 10 feet away with any kind of firearm and generally being a total Rapist fuckhead.

 

Grizzly was getting some control of himself again until he looked at me. I was still in Zen mode. Showing him nothing and calm as can be. His eyes stopped on me and we looked at each other. He started to stammer. ” And…and…him…who is this… this guy, who is he…” He was walking backward.

It’s amazing. These type of people are not far from Homo Australopithecus in many respects but somehow they have an animal instinct about where danger will really come from next.

Finally he gets enough courage to ask me directly. He’s trying to hold my eyes with his but he’s shaky. I’m actually calm. Not worried or anything. Friendly. I know myself enough to know if he does anything fast when I’m like this I’ll put a hole in his head before he has a chance to finish it.

“Who are you…?”

I can’t help it. It’s all looking like a tired script from a B movie anyway. It just comes out like that.

“I’m no one.”

He keeps stepping back until the Hebrew calms him down and reassures him that as long as he gives us the Med student he will not come to any harm. And that’s why the cop is here.

See? All legit-like.

The criminal underworld has a logic all its own. It’s like non-Euclidian geometry. It seems hard work at first but it fits the real world dynamics better.

 

In the end the Hebrew actually pays Grizzly for some notes that the Med Student was stupid enough to give him. In his own handwriting too. Seven years of university and this is the best they can do?

Scary stuff.

 

Grizzly then organises for us to be introduced to the Med Student. On the way to this meeting we ditch the Rapist because I think the Hebrew realises I’m getting twitchy.

 

Grizzly tells his client we’re now taking over the job because he’s wanted by the cops and he has to leave the country (which is true and he actually does I later find out.)

Grizzly also did have knives on him. It doesn’t bother me because he’s a big fucker and sitting in front of me in the car. Not a lot he could do in a confined space like that without me decorating the front windshield with his brains.

 

We record the Med student when we meet him. Part of the conversation is below. I didn’t speak at all. I make it a point not to leave my voice on recording equipment whenever I can help it.

 

HEBREW: Ok so now we have her name and address and we know what she looks like (Med Student had brought a photo. Thoughtful of him) so we need to be clear here because I don’t want you to change your mind afterwards. You want us to cut her?

 

MED STUDENT: Yes.

 

HEBREW: Ok so what exactly do you want us to do?

 

MED STUDENT: I want you to destroy her face and take pictures of it for me.

 

HEBREW: Ok (pause). But look the thing is maybe she will fight back you know, and in the heat of the moment maybe something goes wrong and we end up killing her instead. It can happen. And if that happens I don’t want any trouble. You change your mind then and it’s trouble that we don’t need.

 

MED STUDENT: No I will not change my mind.

 

HEBREW: What if she dies?

 

MED STUDENT: If she dies she dies, I don’t care, but the main thing is that I want her face destroyed. You know, beauty is important to a woman and I want her destroyed.

 

HEBREW: —

 

MED STUDENT: —

 

HEBREW: Ok then. We’ll call you after we’re done and tell you where to meet us.

 

MED STUDENT: Ok.

 

True Love indeed.

So we went for a drive then went to record the whole conversation on a CD and gave it to the girl’s father.

Ready made case. He can take that to the cops and the Med Boy will be sharing a cell with 12 other guys that will fill his fresh Moslem ass full of HIV infected dick.

A fitting end to a romantic story really.

 

Except the Med Boy is a Moslem too. And the families know each other. So nothing’s going to happen to Med Boy other than a slap on the wrist and a ticket out of the country so he can finish his degree in Pakistan or some fucking shithole of a place.

 

I go home.

The Hebrew talks to me on the phone and tells me all of the above.

I go for dinner with my girlfriend. I tell her about it and that I think it sucks. I would go for a drive with him. And I don’t even know the girl. If it were my daughter I would kill the little shit for sure. Would never tell her either. He would just fucking disappear.

She listens. She’s Hindu and normally a very compassionate person. She says he deserves a bit of a talking to.

 

You know ladies, all we want is to be appreciated for who we are a little bit.

I call the Hebrew back and tell him I don’t care what the girl’s dad wants. We still have to deliver him his pictures right?

The Hebrew agrees.

So we meet and call up Med Boy. He meets us and I drive his car supposedly to a remote place where a third guy has the pictures. Obviously we don’t have them with us in case he was a cop or some kind of a sting operation or just stupid and been followed by cops.

I drive the car, a new BMW, very carefully up the mountainside dirt road, past a couple of puddles and muddy holes. It’s been raining. Then I stop and get in the back seat with Med Boy and the Hebrew.

 

The Hebrew tells him we have to search him for wires. The Med Boy buys it.

He really is that fucking stupid.

The Hebrew puts him in a gentle headlock and I bend his arms behind his back. The Hebrew takes hold of him. Med Boy is not big anyway but the Hebrew has him so he can’t use his arms and he’s in a headlock. Then he starts to squeeze. And tells him who we are.

 

And that we work for daddy dearest. And that he’s going to die here.

 

“We’re going to kill you. So if you have any last words to say, say them now, because in 10 seconds I’m going to choke you to death.” The Hebrew can actually do this. He is good at jujitsu. And Med Boy can feel it. There is no getting out of that headlock once you’re as far in it as he is.

 

“Wait can you wait, please wait” To his credit, Med Boy’s voice is subdued but seemingly calm. The effect is only spoilt by the fact that his bowels let go. He shits himself. Not metaphorically either.

 

“You have 10 seconds say what you need to say.”

 

“Please wait can I just say something…please”

 

“Ten… nine… eight…”

 

“Please I just want to say something please wait…”

 

“Seven…six…five…Well then speak you only have five seconds left…”

 

“No wait please I can’t speak like this could you just let me say something please…”

 

“Four…three…two…one…say goodbye you’re going to die now.” And he starts squeezing the Med Boy’s neck until the breathing becomes impossible.

 

But I have a problem with this. In about three to five seconds med boy is going to realise he’s not going to die because the Hebrew will let go of him.

Total purgatory time is only about 15 seconds. I figure this is not enough by a long shot. He needs to contemplate life and his actions a little deeper than that I think.

I say to the Hebrew out loud, making sure my tonality is just right, a mixture of adrenaline rush, excitement, sadism and chaos all well blended together…

 

“WAIT! Wait don’t kill him just yet!”

As I say this I begin to forcefully tug at the Med Boy’s trousers, making sure I empty his pockets and then grab the back of his trousers and pull hard as if trying to rip them off him. Med Boy is still in a headlock but the Hebrew lets him breathe enough, he’s going with it too though he doesn’t really know what I’m doing, he can sense like any bully that the torture can be prolonged by whatever I have in mind.

 

“Why? We need to kill him and get out of here…” the Hebrew is playing along nicely with a flat tonality.

 

Now I’m undoing the Med Boy’s belt and pants and pulling hard at them, they start to loosen…

 

“I’m going to fuck him!” All the vicious sadism and excitement of a true pervert is in the tone too. Sometimes I scare myself with my chameleon-like ability. The Hebrew nearly fucks it all up by barking out the first part of what would be an incredulous laugh, but he catches himself so it sounds like he just expelled a whole bunch of air for no reason or maybe due to the exertion of holding Med Boy.

The Hebrew knows my sexual tastes quite well. When you work regularly with a guy in a job where your life can easily depend on that guy doing the right thing at the right time in a split second, you tend to know each other pretty well. The idea of me wanting to inflict homosexual rape-sex on Med Boy is as absurd to him as it is to me, but he catches on quick.

 

“No, you’ll leave evidence…”

 

“I don’t care I just want to fuck him in the ass, just hold him down…”

 

And this is the sick part….well actually the sick part would have been if the Hebrew had been a sick bastard and said “ok, I’ll hold him down, fuck away buddy!” But he knew I had the gun. He didn’t have one because he knew he’d be close to Med Boy during the ride and you never know what might happen when you wrestle someone for their life.

 

So this is the second worse sick part I guess…as soon as Med Boy thought he had another few minutes of life left, even though it would be at the expense of his sphincter, his whole body sort of relaxed. He was ever so grateful for even just a few more minutes of life even if it meant he’d be brutally ass-fucked by a big skinhead type of guy. While a Jew held him down no less.

 

“NO! You’ll leave evidence!”

 

“It’s ok, we can burn the body later…”

 

The Hebrew pauses as if to contemplate it…we can actually see each other even though it’s dark with Med Boy pretzeld between us in a kind of sick parody of some gay porn film. Med Boy’s face is almost in the Hebrew’s lap after all. He still has his trousers covering his ass because noble though my intentions of re-educative shock therapy are, I draw the line at actually grabbing hold of another man’s naked ass and his shit-filled jocks.

 

Then with an air of finality the Hebrew says “No! You’d leave evidence.”

 

And we wait a little while. The silence is almost peaceful. Then…

 

“Please Sir…”

 

Maybe we misjudged him. It was not jealous rage that pushed him to pay a murderer to slash the girl’s face. Maybe it’s self-loathing. He’s so fucking gay he can’t stand the thought of it, and now his true persona is coming out. Is he begging us to rape his ass?

It’s pretty ambiguous I’ll tell you. He has a long pause before his whine comes on again.

“…Please Sir if I can just say something….”

 

“What?” the Hebrew being impatient now in his tone.

 

“Please Sir….I would never ever do anything like this again. I have learnt so much. I have truly really become a different person now. I will pray to God to forgive me. Please Sir… don’t kill me.”

 

The Hebrew has him sweat it out for a while longer before eventually telling him ok we will not kill him, but we’re interested in his philosophy of life.

 

On the drive back I ramp every pothole and bump in the road. Might as well wreck the little freak’s car. Besides I like knowing what a car can do at its limit. You never know when you might need to push a beemer to its limit next down a dark dirt road. And I’m like the boy scouts really. Want to be prepared.

 

On the trip the Hebrew has polite conversation with Med Boy in the back seat discussing his views on life, women, romance, true love, his family upbringing. It’s a touching conversation punctuated by the occasional open hand strike to the solar plexus. Motivational really.

 

When the Hebrew runs out of topics he asks me if I have any philosophical questions for our new friend. I do actually. I ask him how it is that he’s such a fuck-up. The next thirty minutes or so are spent with Med Boy volunteering his whole life story. Anytime he’s giving us too much of a self-pitying version the Hebrew helps him refocus with the gentle tapping to the solar plexus.

 

This may seem like sadism to the naïve. It is not. Our questions are genuine and not just random psychological mind fucks. They are precisely thought out mind fucks.

We have multiple objectives.

 

  • 1. Discover if there are any other parties privy to his sick plan
  • 2. Discover the exact details of the how, where, why (andwith whom if anyone) of how he came up with the sick plan
  • 3. Discover the exact details of how he went about putting it in place
  • 4. Verify any and all information we get with the one we already know from having had the various conversations with the other parties including Grizzly
  • 5. Do all of the above to the point that we are satisfied we have as close to the absolute, unadulterated, whole truth of these facts as it’s possible to have
  • 6. Instil a sense of civic duty, basic ethics, self-respect, self-responsibility and respect for women

 

Well ok, that last point is a bit Utopian admittedly, at least given we only have two hours or so. So we hope for it and try to instil all that good stuff but just in case it doesn’t stick we also layer it over with a much easier process of instilling in him the fear of God and original sin, but mostly of ever meeting either one of us ever again in his miserable little worm-life should he do anything other than leave the country and become a pious ascetic in some remote place of meditation.

We get the other five points down pat though. Of course the process is not linear.

It has to be all mixed up for it to work well and permanently.

 

We hope Med Boy appreciated the time and consideration we put into our psychological work.

 

After we’re pretty sure that we have engaged and changed as much of Med Boy’s neurology as is possible given that we’re trying to not leave marks we drop him off at the house of our employer, the girls’ dad who has actually invited Med Boy’s parents over to his house as well. As he climbs out of the car Med Boy’s father is surprised to see him. And us.

He asks “What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

The Hebrew is nothing if not polite, grabbing Med Boy by the back of his neck he shoves him towards the man “That’s your father? Yes, go. Go to daddy.”

 

Med Boy stumbles forward, what with his solar plexus being a little fragile and his having shit his pants it’s an ungainly gait he has adopted. A mixture of a drunken duck and a hobo’s “Oh-I-have-just-shit-myself” lurching steps.

 

My work here is done and I leave the Hebrew to deal with the socio-political complexities of family values and son-in-law prospects. Part of my value to the team I work with is that I am anonymous. I like it that way too. I go home and look forward to get a good night’s sleep.

 

But there is one thing left which might disturb my sleep pattern. When I get in the girlfriend wants to know how it went. I tell her. I don’t leave out any details. If you don’t have honesty in a relationship you don’t have trust. If you don’t have trust you don’t have respect. If you don’t have these things then you don’t have a relationship.

 

She listens quietly to the whole thing and then she says with a satisfied and dare I say it even proud look in her eye “Good. The little shit deserved it.”

 

Not many women would say that in that way and have the sentiment of pride towards their significant other when he’d just come home from being party to mafia style questions and answers interrogation session coupled with overtones of homosexual rape.

 

But that’s why I was with her for over a decade. She was very nearly perfect that girl.

 

We went to bed hugging each other. I slept well.