The Treasure Box - Crime Fiction Mini Story

The Treasure Box - With Butts Wide Open

© Andre M. Pietroschek, all rights reserved

The story begins.

In a casual tone Jemal said: `Man, I always told you that you need a bro or sista helping you along.´ 

Limpy replied: `But, I had to try on my own!´

Jemal continued: `And it still came down to a waste of money, health, and time.´ 

Limpy verified: `Yes, it did. Time and time again.´

Jemal chuckled: `See? Sometimes they have so ganged up on us, that there is no mainstream way out.´

Limpy smirked: `Yeah, no more tears shed about it.´

Jemal asked: `So, with your adversary the cocksucker and your adversary the pervert, why did you not instantly go guerilla warfare on them?´

Limpy confided: `White man's lethargy, and being outnumbered. Plus: I keep my secrets, got that allergy to confessing.´

Jemal cheered: `Yeah, that is my man. At least some lessons were learned along the way.´ 

Limpy praised: `You and keeping the smile on your face. Even better than the killers in their song Mister Brightside.´

Jemal sneered: `Only British music is even worse than white folks' music, man.´

Limpy scrambled: `No fucking way I go back to gangster rap short of my fiftieth birthday.´

Jemal eased: `Soul music then, bummer. Now, watch and learn.´

Jemal parked the car and left, going to the trunk of it. Limpy also heaved his overweight body outside. Jemal strolled towards the bouncer, and before Limpy could even follow along, Jemal did send the bouncer on the final journey by shooting him in the face with a silenced pistol.

Jemal and Limpy entered the establishment, with Jemal also shooting the cashier and the bartender. Seemingly, the only other active persons inside. 

Limpy inquired: `How did you get them all sedated?´ 

Jemal mentioned: `Hostile takeover of a little operation. The rest was their own doing, their own fatal decision. Horny gay inhale that drug to get their behinds wide open. It is a popular drug in their sex craze. All I had to do is add a little extra.´ 

Limpy asked: `Zyclon Bee style?´

Jemal replied: `Yeah, reminding me of those early Nazi tricks, before they had mass graves and concentration camps.´

Limpy said: `That is so 'Whatever it takes'. Hey, like that Nickelback song.´

Jemal wondered: `How did you white folks ever manage to conquer a single village, being such lazy and lethargic blokes?´

Limpy insisted: `Yo, Mister Boner XL, I was foul played repeatedly AND I am older. Still limping and hurting from that crap.´

Jemal asked: `So, how much is the yield here?´

Limpy guessed: `More money in one night of work than any mainstream job would pay in a month.´

Jemal pushed: `And?´

Limpy said: `And it is not crime pays, it is having the will and the nerves to get away with it, or die trying.´

Jemal concluded: `So true.´

Limpy asked: `We do the final now?´

Jemal replied: `Sure.´

Both killers stopped looting and plundering, stopped taking SIM cards out of smartphones, and only grabbed what was easily carried. Mostly, that was the money of their victims, some smartwatches without the traitorous user card inside, or those phones.

The drive went on, as nutjob removal has a habit of looking like the worst sort of crime anyway.

The slut was just another porn lady. The kind, who runs online and offline stuff no daddy wants to hear about his daughter, ever. And, egomaniac to the core, the foul played their supposed friends and employees just as well. One of the crime cartels scored big money by putting itself between the real internet and the people. Spying on their data, hacking into their bank accounts, and even making them worse slaves than what the government does to us all.

The lower ranks were not ready for crimes in such a league, as they lacked the expertise and backing of the really dangerous criminals. The hacker myth is so full of contradictions because those wanna be's falling prey to it lack exactly, what makes a good hacker: Competence, discretion, and intelligence.

In movies, the killers kick doors open, as if army style, or have some unlock tool from their technician. Older ones picked locks manually. In truth, most doors were held by simple screws or bolts, and removing them could be done quickly and without much noise. Jemal was quite a workaholic on such tasks.

Boobs matter, but so does our monetary independence. The porn lady stood no chance at all. Looking like barely an adult, though that could be lots of makeup on some barely recognizable zombie with silicon tits, she was quick to bolt from her online camera room the moment electricity went off. Jemal shot her thru the lungs, purposely leaving her alive a while longer.

Jemal asked: `See?´

Limpy said: `Yes, but we won't find that much money here, as the real value is something else.´

Jemal spoke: `Right, the list of her clients and customers. Precious data, our next hitlist.´

Limpy remembered: `I knew it from the day they dished us that Jesus was saved by the three holy kings from far away desert lands...´

Jemal asked: `What?´

Limpy replied: `Running with Baron Samedi is for good, or what nowadays we call the Lesser Evil.´

Jemal said: `No, man. It is running with friends looking out for you. But, not even I expect white folks to be capable of returning that favor. Ever.´

They smiled and soon thereafter left the apartment. 

Note:

Poppers, or Poppers, are popular slang terms given to drugs of the chemical class called alkyl nitrites that are inhaled. Most widely sold products include the original isoamyl nitrite or isopentyl nitrite, and isopropyl nitrite. Isobutyl nitrite is also widely used but is banned in the European Union. 

Before the historical Nazis were fully in power, they experimented with assassination ideas, which get rid of loads of us unwanted persons. One was a travel bus, which unleashed deadly gas into the passenger cabin (the main part of the bus, killing 20 to 40 people each time). Others included homicidal inns and hotels, coastal ship journeys making any type of us unwanted `vanish´, or manual crimes like Agatha Christie enjoyed them.