Bab 39: chapter 37 : Vincent Griffin
Around 9 a.m. the next morning when the zombies outside had dispersed enough, Calvin took one of the vehicles and left the outpost with the supremacist who was going to serve as his messenger and a man who offered to be his driver.
The message was simple, tell everything that had happened and tell Vince to release the survivors held there by force otherwise Calvin and his men would attack them all, the fate of the outpost would not be safe. was just a small demonstration.
He also gave him a walkie-talkie with a piece of paper on which his channel number was marked. Calvin's prisoner was really in a deplorable state, they had beaten her badly and wanted to kill her like the other two supremacists but they quickly calmed down thinking about Calvin's reaction who would not hesitate to kill them.
He had advised them to leave there because the agitation of that night would be noticed and they wasted no time in deserting this place to avoid being captured once again.
"They massaged you well , you look like gum chewed for three days then left in the sun. Here, drink…" He gave her a bottle of water as they sat together in the back. She looked at him without taking the water with defiance and hatred.
Cal: Ah that look! I prefer to warn you, I cannot stand racial confrontations. It's the end of the world, there's better business than this nonsense so any racist remarks will be seriously punished. (looks at the water bottle) Don't you want some? It's true that drinking water is abundant these days (start drinking).
"I want to drink…" she said weakly and he gave her the water bottle to start drinking.
Her: It makes you happy, huh?
Cal: What?
Her: Killing white people and looking down on them like you do. You and yours are-(interrupted)
"Be careful what you say, remember my warning earlier. To answer your question, I don't take into account the skin color of those I kill, the only thing that matters to me is why I kill. To be honest, it's kinda fun killing white supremacists..." He said as he began to snack on a can of beef jerky.
Her: That's what I said then…
Cal: No stupid, I said "white supremacists" not "white people". Killing terrorists is fucking fun.
Her: Don't compare us to-(interrupted)
"You are terrorists, that's a fact. Are you stupid enough to believe that terrorism has only an Arab or Middle Eastern identity? You are fucking terrorists and cowards. You ask me if this kind of thing makes me happy? Did it please you to watch these demons rape women like you? There were even white women like you, bitch." He asked her with contempt and disgust.
Her: These traitors to their race , Asian, Jews and negros only got what they deserved and-(stop)
*CRACK*
"AAAAAAAAAHRGHNN" She let out a howl of pain as Calvin broke two of her fingers.
"I warned you though! Please shout less loudly, it's 9am…" He said nonchalantly while smiling. Calvin didn't care about having a woman or a man in front of him because for him, these people did not deserve to be treated with humanity.
"Please…" She said crying and he looked at her indifferently before asking her name.
Her: Abi…Abigail…
" Oh really ? Rahahahah, Are you aware that your first name has Jewish sources? You're a white supremacist with a Jewish first name, that fucking kills me (laughs). Technically, your first name is Avigail. » He told her amusedly as the driver turned to look at him strangely.
Driver: Are you really gonna teach her a lesson now?
"Of course it's fun and knowledge is always good. (looks at Abigail) How can you and the Nazis or neo-Nazis be mostly Christian while knowing that the god or messiah you worship has Jewish origins? I never understood this paradox, it's totally stupid. You hate them but bear their names and worship their god…" Calvin asked the woman very mockingly.
Abigail:…
Calvin: There's no point looking at me like that, I just want to understand. What made you be like that? Act so cruelly towards people different from you? Let me guess, you had a difficult childhood and grew up with a lot of anger inside you until this group approached you and gave you a purpose, a clan, a family to rely on? Will this anger and frustration inside you change into hatred against others?
Abigail: FUCK YOU, YOU DON'T KNOW ME.
"Okay, okay I'll stop making conversation…" Calvin said, casually raising his shoulders as the girl started crying again. She had gone too far to express regret, all she could do was follow the machine of hatred to find meaning in her shitty life in this hell without necessarily being convinced of the ideology she followed .
They stopped almost 300 meters from the Dickey-Stephens Park baseball stadium where the main base was and Calvin thanked the driver as he let Abigail off, he asked her to go and deliver the message, that he would know if she had obeyed or not.
He then followed her discreetly as she went to the base and despite the lack of buildings nearby, he quickly found an observation point above a truck on the bridge that crossed the river, ignoring the little zombies roaming there. .
He took out his AR-15 and observed everything through the precision scope, Calvin's supernatural luck ensured that his location allowed him to see the now set up bleacher area where he noticed a peculiar looking man with glasses relaxing while reading a book while armed men surveyed the surroundings.
After several minutes, some men took Abigail in front of the man with glasses and she began to speak, recounting what had happened at their outpost and Calvin's request before handing him the Walkie Talkie and the piece of paper.
"That must have been very difficult Abigail, I am sincerely sorry for Marvin. Thank you for your work and your courage, I think you need care and rest." Vince said putting his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.
Abigail : Vince, this guy...I've never met a black guy like him, he's dangerous and seems very intelligent...much smarter than-(interrupted)
*VWWTIFFFFF*
A bullet out of nowhere hit Abigail in the head, killing her instantly in front of the shocked eyes of Vince who felt like time had gone into slow motion at that moment.
"JESUS!!"
"SNIPER!!! »
"THEY HAVE SNIPS, PROTECT THE LEADER…" His men immediately came to cover him to try to take him to safety and Vince immediately came to his senses to ask them to stop because if he had wanted to kill him, this bullet would not have been intended for Abigail, he deduced that it was the last part of the message with Abigail who was not aware. He picked up the talkie and tuned into Calvin's frequency, who had his radio already on.
[She had transmitted your message, was it necessary to kill her?] he asked Calvin who for his part was smiling.
Cal: [Are you the leader of this community and what is your name? ]
Vince: [I am the leader of this community and my name is Vincent Griffin]
[Let's meet face to face to discuss, I'll come to you myself this afternoon at 2 p.m. I want to warn you in advance, things will go very badly if you try anything.] Calvin said coldly before cutting off the conversation and on the other end, Vince looked at Abigail's corpse and understood what she had told him, this guy was dangerous and could have killed him right now but Abigail's plight was a compelling enough message to take seriously.
Hours later, Calvin kept his word and at 2 p.m. sharp, he arrived in front of the stadium driven by the driver from earlier whose name was Jonathan.
The man was immensely stressed entering the supremacist base while Calvin in the back was rather relaxed. He wore a smart suit while Jonathan wore a tuxedo, they had found these clothes at a luxury clothing store and they were in excellent condition.
Jonathan parked the vehicle inside in the parking lot and Vince came to meet them himself with his guards.
They watched Calvin gracefully exit the vehicle with suspicious and contemptuous looks for some and a slightly curious look for Vincent.
"You are much younger than I imagined, welcome." Vince said as he left his guards to walk towards Calvin and hold out his hand as Calvin looked into his eyes.
"Calvin Lincoln" He replied dullly before shaking his hand, Vince immediately knew that Calvin was no pushover from his incredibly firm grip, it felt like his hand was in a vice.
Vince: Vincent Griffin but my friends and close comrades call me Vince. You have quite a grip, Mr. Lincoln.
"And you have some pretty…explicit tattoos…" Calvin replied, looking at his racist tattoos.
Vince: I was pretty young and a little overzealous when I got these tattoos. If I could, I would delete some of them...
"First of all, I 'd like to warn you. I didn't come for a racial confrontation, it's the apocalypse and I absolutely have no time for that. If you or your men have racist remarks or insults against me during our interview, know that my reaction will be murderous, I am not the type to complain about racism but to act accordingly so let's remain polite and courteous" Calvin said and Vince warned his men before asking Calvin to follow him. Cal couldn't help but find Vincent too cooperative and relaxed for a supremacist, but he remembered what Benny had told him about Vince, this guy was going to be a special encounter for Calvin and not just a cliché.
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