Chapter XX

June 21, 2009

Darkness and silence ruled the night as Paulie, xpressit, and J-Dawg, along with Crawfish and the Poll Katz arrived in an area on the outskirts of Rochester. Another Patriot, Sangrun, arrived from Ohio to join their search and destroy party. Not too much was known about Sangrun, except there were rumors he was a lone stealthy sniper. He was kind of a Grey Fox, part mystery, part legend. He usually traveled alone, but had decided to join up with the Patriots to help make sure Matthews was taken down.

Crawfish ordered his Poll Katz, Ginny, Bill, Naz, Terry, and Ron to surround the residence where Moore had told them Matthews would be hiding. They were stationed around all windows and doors on the first floor.

Meanwhile, Crawfish, Paulie, and xpressit would enter the building. J-Dawg and Sangrun would be stationed on the roofs of the buildings across the street, rifles in position.

The area was a vacated ghetto actually. As the Patriots watched and waited in the silent street, they could occasionally hear what sounded like the squawk of a heron in mating season. The sound is unlike any other, being the noise one would imagine of a witch riding her broom through the clouds and fog of a black night.

After listening and watching for awhile, the four men entered the building. It was easy as the doors were not even locked or bolted so sure was the occupant that no one would find him.

Once inside the Patriots could hear banter. The Patriots realized there was more than one person inside. They listened for awhile, hearing the odd squeaky laugh of one of the socialists. They knew that voice but could not quite place it.

They instantly knew PuffBall’s voice and recognized his lisp.

The voices were coming from a room in the upstairs of the house. The patriots crept up the stairs, guns ready. Paulie had his whip in hand, trailing behind the others.

Once on the landing, they saw a door half open in which they could see the PuffBall lounging on an old, dilapidated sofa.

The Patriots stormed into the room. PuffBall fell off the couch in shock. The other occupant was Keith Olbermann.

Matthews, lying on the floor, could utter nothing more than “what the hell?” Olbermann stood up glaring at them haughtily demanding to know who they thought they were breaking into their house.

Crawfish told Olbermann to shut up. Xpressit ordered Puffball to get up off the floor and sit back down on the couch. Puffball did what he was told and he started sucking his thumb. Puffball grabbed a nearby blanket and kept twisting it into knots.

Olbermann on the other hand, refused to obey. He told them they were a bunch of former Bush bots and he was not going to obey a bunch of renegades. Paulie cracked the KO across his legs with the whip. KO screamed. The men then realized what the noise had been when they were waiting outside. The heron like squawk had been Olbermann.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Olbermann screamed. “You’ve go no right to torture me.”

Paulie laughed and lashed him again with the whip, this time across his face. Olbermann fell back against the wall and slid down to the floor. Blood was trickling from the lashes.

He glared up at Paulie who was standing over him with the whip.

Crawfish ordered Olbermann to get up and sit down on the couch with his buddy Puffie.

Looking over at the couch, he noticed that Puffball was now crying. Tears were running down his face and he was madly fidgeting. “Kief, just shut up and do what they tell you to do. This is no time to go off on one of your rants. This isn’t Countdown.”

“Look, guys, don’t worry about Keif, what do you want? I’ll tell you anything. Just tell us what the hell you want. Pwease don’t hurt us,” begged Matthews.

Xpressit leaned down towards Puffball and told him they wanted Moore’s film, that Moore had told them he had it. Puffball told xpressit he didn’t have it while spittle flew into xpressit’s face. Xpressit saw that Matthews was drooling out of fear.

Crawfish told Puffball he had better talk now or else. He told him they were not leaving without the film and the two socialists were going to be making a little trip to Tennessee where they were both going to stand trial.

“Stand trial for what?” Olbermann sneered. Paulie told him they were both going to be tried for treason by the Supreme Court and Justice Ann Coulter ordered them to bring them down there for their day of justice.

Olbermann laughed. “You pigs aren’t taking me anywhere”. Puffball cautioned Olbermann, “Shut up, Keif, you want to get us killed?” A spat broke out between the two former liberal scum talk show hosts. Olbermann told Puffball to get a spine and to stop blubbering. Matthews begged Olbermann to stop being so contrary and to cooperate before he got both of them killed.

The three Patriots watched and laughed at the two of them squabbling. Olbermann suddenly jumped from the couch and grabbed Paulie around the neck choking him. The two men fell to the floor fighting one another. They both rolled back and forth while Paulie tried to get KO’s knotty fingers unglued from his throat. Paulie managed to pull his .44 Mag out of his boot and smashed it into Olberman’s skull. Olbermann was knocked unconscious and Paulie was freed up, choking and coughing from the iron grasp of Olbermann’s hands around his throat.

Crawfish told the other two men they were just going to have to search the place and find the film themselves. He told them after the search they would just shoot and kill Matthews and Olbermann. Crawfish told the other men he had no patience left with these two clowns.

Puffball broke out sobbing uncontrollably. He told the men he would get the film and give it to them. “Don’t kill me, pwease don’t, guys”, he cried.

Matthews told them there was a safe behind an old picture on the wall. Crawfish got the safe open and pulled out the film. He also found thousands of dollars hidden in the safe and bags of candy bars. “Those are my candy bars, guys. Don’t take them away fwom me, pwease”, sniveled Matthews.

Crawfish threw Paulie and xpressit some candy bars and told them to eat them up and enjoy them for a job well done. The three men ate them savoring every last bit of the chocolate as they had eaten none since the beginning of the Revolution.

The socialists had stolen all the chocolate out of the stores after the dirty bombs went off. They believed the chocolate was important because they always heard that soldiers give out chocolate to kids during wars. That was about the only thing the socialists knew about soldiers and wars.

The socialists thought that giving out chocolate to the Muslims would keep them alive. Just goes to show you the stupidity of the socialists, believing they could mollify Muslims by giving them chocolate bars. During times that the Patriots were out on search parties, they had come across quite a few beheaded socialists with Snickers bars stuck in their mouths.

Paulie went to a window and signaled J-Dawg and Sangrun to come off the roof and into the house. The Poll Katz had come into the house already and had tied and gagged Matthews and Olbermann for the night. When J-Dawg and Sangrun got into the room everything had been secured.

Crawfish told them they would bed down there for the night. Sangrun volunteered to stand watch first, as they would be sleeping in shifts.

Olbermann stared at the two men he hadn’t seen yet, mumbling through his gag. Sangrun told him to stop the noise or he’d beat his head in for the night. Olbermann stopped. There was something about Sangrun that Olbermann found scary. The man’s intense gaze at him was troubling. Even the other men seemed not to know this man very well and Olbermann wondered if the Patriots were afraid of him too.

The night dragged on into morning. The Patriots packed up their gear to get ready for the journey back to Tennessee. Matthews and Olbermann were told to get their belongings together while Sangrun and J-Dawg held their guns on them. The two socialists quickly threw their things together into a duffle bag. The Patriots headed towards Tennessee where Puffball and KO would stand before Chief Justice Ann Coulter and the Supreme Court.

……to be continued…..