6. Lucien
Lucien
“We did it. We made it into the camera’s view,” Dante says to me. I’ve never heard him more excited.
“Fuck yeah!”
We high-five.
After we went through all of the files Silas gave us, we realized just how far off the deep end Damien really is. He has lost his fucking mind.
He has trafficked over 540 people in the last four years, and over 647 in the last nine. Meaning he was trafficking well before I shot him. I just wish the bullet had done its fucking job.
We uncovered several videos. Assault, rape, mutilation, girls dancing, a boy getting his ass fucked, girls lying down on the floor. They looked fucking lifeless.
The most fucked up one was a particular flash drive labeled: Cleansing .
It featured a video of a group of people in black cloaks gathered around a fire with a slab at its center.
On the slab laid a man. He couldn’t have been more than twenty-two years old. They watched him as he got scorched to death. Not one si ngle person flinched.
It was one of the most fucked up things I have seen, and that says a lot. I have killed many worthy people, but never an innocent fucking man or woman.
“Now we just need to time ourselves right,” I say to Dante.
“I have all of our cameras secured. We will know as soon as they start moving.”
I nod. This couldn’t have gone better.
We sat down thinking of ways to get Damien to move where we could track his movements. We decided if we made our presence known, he would flee. He gets paranoid as fuck.
He doesn’t know that we placed cameras in the trees leading up to his property. As soon as any moves are started, we will be the first to know.
“So what’s our plan from there?” I ask.
He shrugs.
“I don’t fucking know. I didn’t think it’d be this easy to set him up in the first place.”
He’s right. Something about this seems too simple. I need to start thinking like him. I need to figure out what his motive is. And his plan.
I’ll be damned if I let my dead brother kill me.