Vigilante Series – Dirty Business
Hard Crash Kohe Mond
Kohe Mondi is a mountain in Afghanistan. It is 20,499 ft above sea level. It is friggin cold up there!
2011. We were on a high risk flight right south of Kabul to reinforce a highly specialized JSOC unit that had a group of Taliban fighters in a compound in Tangi Valley under surveillance, and my job was to make sure radio communication was up and running during the op. American Intelligence had reason to believe the Taliban leader Qari Tahir was there so we had seventeen US Navy Seals on board ready to engage the Taliban and possibly capture Tahir.
But 30 secs from the LZ we were hit by a heat seeker and crashed.
I was taken prisoner, not by the Taliban but a renegade Russian platoon that operated on their own behalf stealing weapons from the Russian camps as they were leaving the battlefield for good.
Spent 14 days in a shit cold cabin with a net of natural tunnels nearby.
They raped me and beat me up so I had to skip my candidacy for the 2011 Pretty Face Award.
They would have killed me if it weren’t for three American mercenaries who also found it lucrative to steal Russian weapons and sell them all over the world.
One of them is a sniper, the other a helo pilot and the third happily married to his AK-47.
My family was torn apart when I was 5 years old. Never had a real Dad and Mum died a year later in Korea. My two sisters disappeared in London where we lived at that time. Lenora and Angelica.
I became lonely as a moon rock.
Lived, shit, ate and stole on the streets of Seoul for years until I was adopted by the Korean Mafia – which wasn’t bad. My patreon became my step father.
Always dreamed about finding my sisters again so 15 years later I went back to London, joined the military, went to Afghanistan and ended up on that God forsaken mountain.
I became part of the team that rescued me and we did a lot of merc jobs. But I still missed my sisters. A lot!
To this day I still can’t comprehend how and why destiny forged a set of circumstances that made sure Lenora and I met in Santa Monica. Within 24 hours we were on a plane trying to find Angelica.
We found her in Albania after killing The Hellbanianz who ruled the London underground selling drugs they ‘imported’ from Columbia, half the Albanian mafia and a dozen corrupt officials in Vlöre.
With the entire network of traffickers, distributers and paedophiles ALL over the world we made sure the authorities were able to arrest somewhere around 30,000 people. Mostly men but sadly also women.
Trinity Sisters – Bloody Business
My heart filled with sadness and anxiety. The word dead hit me harder than I expected. Dumped at the landfill like a piece of garbage!
– If Luca is dead you can expect a whole lotta justice coming your way. Fast!
I used the scalpel to cut the strips that secured this pseudo – doctor’s arms to the operating table in this filthy basement, while Dad created an illuminated space in the dark with my flashlight. Almost a room in the room.
Kicked the table and it fell over leaving my ‘patient’ on the dusty concrete floor in his underground operating ‘facility’, with a few extra scratches.
– GET UP! I snarled at him.
Had the strongest desire to kill him for weeks but he would serve us better searching.
He got up and I dragged him back up the stairs and outside to the car.
– Dad, let’s bring these creeps to the landfill. They can help us search!
I threw the fake doc into my stolen Toyota Tundra while Dad escorted the other perp to the one of other cars.
– You call all the guys. This landfill is a gigantic place of wasteland, and we need all the hands we can get. Also, call the police and ask them to send a K9 unit. And an ambulance!
I didn’t have to instruct Dad. He knew what to do. He had a history with the Cocaine Import Agency in Nicaragua under Ronald Reagan. He wasn’t exactly a novice in this bloody business. So proud to be his daughter.
Len and Angel followed in their cars with their perps in the trunk. As the day grew, darkness began to slowly creep upon us. I fired up the GPS in my phone and we hurried to the landfill as quickly as we could.
My mood was lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut. Everything around me seemed grey except for the red traffic lights I neither had the time nor the inclination to respect.
Luca dead??? How could this be true? I couldn’t believe it. Just wanted to wake up from this nightmare.
It took a little more than twenty minutes before we arrived at Poniente Landfill. It was huge. Depressingly huge. And closed. Looked like it had been shut down a long time ago.
Kicked my murderous idiot passenger violently out of the car. My respect for people who steal kidneys from kids is non-existent!
– Take me to the place you left him, I commanded.
The quack walked around searching for something recognizable. We searched for ten minutes, and I was just about to lose my patience.
– I believe it was here, he said like he was trying to make up for his vicious actions. Or maybe he was stalling…
I looked around. Bikes, toys, plastic bags, bricks, tires, cans, bottles, rats, barrels, rusty pipes… as long as I could see. It all looked the same. Dad, Alma, Len, Angel and I searched but it seemed like an unconquerable challenge. We needed more hands. A lot more.
Dave and Psycho were the first to arrive, and they immediately started searching too. It was getting darker. If this was going to last much longer, we needed light. We all had flashlights – it’s part of our tacticals, and it helped some, but the visibility slowly got shorter.
Rachel, Garcia, Goldie, Wes, Mason and Owen also arrived. They all had each one mid level perp from the Cartel cuffed in the car or the trunk.
Police also showed up. Four of them. Dad had told them the entire story on the phone, and they arrived with two K9 dogs.
And the ambulance arrived.
Have no idea how long time we spent searching. Time passed by fast and at the same time it felt like time had almost stopped. It was getting even darker. And colder.
But we still weren’t able to find Luca.
Suddenly one of the K9 dogs caught the scent of something. It was very eager to show his handler something. I followed the dog hoping to find Luca.
Took the dog less than a minute to find something that was buried in the trash. We started removing garbage and some clothes appeared with a man inside. Deffy not Luca. This was a homeless guy. He was cold and quite dead. Checked his pulse just in case. Turned him around. He was a bloody mess. And the smell. You know – a semi-rotten sweet smell.
– So you took his organs too? I aggressively addressed the doctor.
He didn’t answer, but it made perfectly good sense to harvest organs from homeless people. There are half a million of them in CDMX. Bloody Business!
The visibility was low, and as even more time went by I felt desperation and hopelessness creeping upon me.
Then I saw it. Fifty yards away. In the very last sunbeams. A small rusty lorry almost entirely buried in trash. With a yellow five-pointed star on the door. I immediately remembered what Celestine told me to look for.
– Over here! I shouted. It’s here! I was seized by a very compelling enthusiasm and got goosebumps down my neck.
I ran as fast as I could. Fell a few times and hurt both my arms but finally I reached the truck and started looking around it.
I removed a lot of plastic bags as fast as I possibly could. He had to be here! I wanted him to be here!
After turning fifty or sixty plastic bags and a handful of broken bikes I finally noticed something that didn’t fit in. An arm.
– He is here! MEDICS! I shouted at the top of my lungs! Removed the last pieces of garbage, and Luca was free.
I immediately checked his breathing and his pulse. Nothing.
– Fuck me! We are too late, I said to myself. I picked Luca up quickly, put him on an old door and started giving him CPR anyway. Len was over Luca as fast as a hurricane and started mouth-to-mouth resuscitation while I tried to assist his little heart.
We had to go on until the medics could take over, but we couldn’t move him until his heart started beating. Moving him would mean we had to stop working on him while carrying him to the ambulance and that could easily be fatal. So, we continued.
One of the paramedics connected Luca to a defibrillator while Len and I continued working on him and Angel held his hand.
We took turns in holding his hand, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation and CPR. Len is a nurse, and we have all done this before. We aren’t exactly strangers to injured or lifeless persons. But it is tough when it is an innocent 10-year-old kid! It’s not fair! The world is messed up by selfish morons who couldn’t care less about other people. I think I hated half the world at that moment. Probably even more.
Time went by fast. Two hours felt like ten minutes. I could NOT give up! This is sooooo unfair! A ten-year-old defenceless boy! And some jerkoffs stole his kidney and left him for dead in this lousy dump!
Now, this is not a movie where medics give up after 10 minutes. I know from experience that it is possible to get people back even after hours of CPR. So, I was determined like hell to go on.
I know! The longer time it indeed takes the smaller the chances. But it’s not impossible. And as long as Luca had just a slim chance I was determined to fight for his life. So, we continued. Even though I could see the resigned look in the eyes of the paramedics.
10:00 Luca’s mom Briana calls
10:05 Off to Mexico City – Emergency
15:30 Game plan at the hotel Alest.
15:10 Goldie calls – introducing The Butcher
15:30 Dad and his friends arrive.
18:00 The Raid of 15 locations
19:00 Shoot out on the dead factory
20:00 Searching the Landfill
22:00 Emergency Room ten hours AFTER PHONE CALL
09:00 Tracking the Buyer – Visiting Police station
09:15 extracting info from Leon the lion. Ignacio
09:30 Debra gets shot at
11:00 Relocating to the Mountains
13:00 Camp ready
13:30 Landfill to get the address on the safehouse
14:30 Safehouse takedown
16:00 Guerilla war in the mountains. Ramon goes down
18:00 Sniper appears
02:00 Psycho bugs Ignacio’s house
07:00 Listening in on Ignacio – surveillance
08:00 Planning the take down of Matteo Barrera
03:00 Landing on the yacht – Mancini
04:00 Grounding Serendipity
09:00 Intro General Attorney Federico Ponce.
09:30 The Fall of Banamex.
12:00 The Undertaker
11:00 Next stop sicily
14:00 Regugee camp
18:00 Catania. IkembA’s apartment
22:00 Mr. Black
23:00 Castel Volturno Raid
15:00 Rome – Ponte Della Musica
19:00 Arp at the Disco
20:00 The Catacombs
21:00 Tech Truck Meet
21:30 DDW Walk through
22:00 Underground Studio
24:00 Emergency Room
10:00 The Boyscouts
14:00 The Vatican Bank
20:00 Mancini confrontation
13:00 Home Sweet Home
14:00 Celestine wraps it up