Chapter Thirteen
An Unfortunate Accident
Two more agonizing days passed. Their extra vigilance had some rewards. They were able to pass information on to the locals that helped them break up a major drug operation. But their real objective was frustrated.
A young man came looking for the two dead brothers at the motel, but got panicky and ran. Despite their best efforts the agent lost him.
Nathaniel was not pleased, and he let his associates know it. Then finally the phone rang the third morning. It was the agent across from the Parents' office.
"The old man's here!" he announced, "And, one of the boys. The suspected target is passing on the street right now. It's pretty obvious they're studying a line of fire."
"Don't lose them!" Nathaniel snapped. "If you think you're going to, take them!"
"Yes sir!" the agent snapped back.
"Let's go!" Nathaniel screamed. In minutes they were on the street. The suspects came out and began a slow and leisurely walk to a nearby hotel. Nathaniel's agents were in the lobby before they reached it, and had their room and floor number in moments. While the suspects lingered in the lobby talking to a beautiful young blonde the agents were in the elevators. With an override key they entered the mens' rooms. But what they sought wasn't there.
"That woman!" Nathaniel snapped. "Blonde, blue eyed, Aryan perfection. Find out what room she's in. Go! Go!"
Two men hurried off to obey. A few moments later they returned. "Two floors down!" they cried. "She's told the clerk she's checking out and to have the bellboy up to her room in an hour for her bags! The two suspects went up with her."
There was a rush for the elevators and a few moments later an agent knocked on the woman's door. "Bellboy!" he cried. The door partially opened.
"I'm sorry," the woman said, "I'm not quite..."
She never got to finish. The agent hit the door hard, knocking the woman off her feet, and burst inside, Nathaniel and the others following.
"Federal agents!" they screamed, "Federal agents! Get down on the floor! Get down!"
The two men in the room, however, did not obey. One snatched up an ooze from the bed and tried to swing it around on the advancing officers. The man closest to him fired a shot that took the man off his feet, but he continued to swing around. "Vests!" the agent screamed, "They've got vests!"
He flung himself on the man fighting to keep the muzzle of the weapon away from his companions, as it began to spit out a shower of bullets.
Nathaniel found himself rushing a young man holding a strange looking weapon. He, too, tossed away his gun and seized his opponent's weapon. They struggled for several moments and the weapon made a loud pop. The older man struggling with the other agent gave a loud cry and went limp, falling backward onto one of the beds. He began to shake and moan.
The young man stopped struggling and after a moment released the weapon and tried to make his way to his fallen companion crying "Poppa! Poppa!" but two of the agents seized him, wrestled him to the floor, and handcuffed him.
"Poppa!" the young man kept screaming, "Poppa! Let me go to Poppa!"
Nathaniel passed the weapon to another agent and walked over to where the older man now convulsed on the bed, two agents trying to restrain him. The man's right eye was collapsed. Fluid and blood dripped from it. The other eye looked at them with a mixture of horror and rage.
"I'll kill all you n-----s!" the man screamed, "You'll not rule MY world! No! No! Get away! What ARE you? You're not human! You're not human! Get away!"
The man gave a couple of hideous screams, convulsed a couple of more times, choked, and then went limp, the eye staring at them now empty.
"Poppa!" the younger man kept crying, "You god damned n------loving bastards! You killed my Poppa!"
Nathaniel shook his head. "YOU killed him, son. It was the needle. It went directly into his brain. The drug hit him with its full concentration. It literally burned out his consciousness."
"NO!" the young man screamed, "No!"
"Get him out of here," Nathaniel ordered.
"Take him to the federal holding facility. I want to question him personally."
"Yes sir," the agents snapped back.
One of the marshals came over. "That last stuff was weird," he remarked, "I wonder what he was seeing? Must've been something pretty unpleasant."
"I hope to God you never see it!" Nathaniel answered. "I hope to God you never see it!"