puke,” he said under his breath as he picked up the receiver.
He paused for a minute, and placed the receiver back on the hook. He needed to think this through carefully before he made the call. All this time watching and waiting had finally paid off. This phone call is going to bring me a nice chunk of change! Finally he dialed the number he had been given months ago but had yet to use.
“Yeah,” said the voice on the other end.
“Sir, this is Patrick Jones, from the Ancient Maya Studies Department at UVA,” he said with a slight gulp. “I have some information that you will find very useful.” He went on to recount the conversation he had just overheard. After a long pause, Patrick finally received a reply.
“ Gracias, amigo .” Click.
Chapter 26
Jorge Delgado raised his eyebrows in surprise as he hung up the phone. It had been several months since he had received any tips about Maya relics, and he certainly hadn’t expected a call from that UVA geek Patrick. He had been so busy taking out KKK groups that he had almost forgotten about Bonsam’s directive to report the discovery of Maya artifacts. Delgado found the Maya assignment boring. He was never a believer in ancient prophecies, but the president sure was, and if something was important to the president, it was important to him as well.
Delgado plopped his cell phone onto the passenger’s seat as he continued heading up I-40 through North Carolina. He was riding high from yesterday’s extermination of 11 members of the Aryan Nations who had a compound set up in the backwoods south of Raleigh and he didn’t want to be bothered with Maya artifacts at this time. He was having much too much fun killing white supremacists. He smiled as he reminisced about his operations over the last few months. He started out with simple plans, shooting a prominent Klansman here and a notable Klansman there. He even lynched a few in Texas and Florida, which he felt was only fair.
Word spread fast through the Klan community that Klansmen were being killed and others had disappeared under suspicious circumstances. This reduced Klan activity across the country; however, the onesie-twosie killings weren’t having quite the impact that Bonsam desired. So Delgado became a little more creative. He started taking out Klansmen en masse, such as the time he and his team took the Wizard of the Knights of the KKK and several of his goons and tossed them into a murky pond in the middle of Arkansas, bound and gagged with cinder blocks chained to their feet. He had carried out a few similar operations that removed groups of KKK members from the face of the Earth, but by far his favorite mission was when he orchestrated an air assault attack on the Imperial Klans of America compound in western Kentucky. He and his gang of storm troopers got to blow up several buildings that night, sending dozens of Klansmen straight to their graves.
Delgado was very eager to get to his next mission in Michigan. Few people realized the extent of the Klan infestation in the rural areas of Michigan. Most people thought that the Klan was confined to the southern states, but the KKK was alive and well and thriving up north in the Wolverine State. This mission was unlike any of the others, for this was the one that President Bonsam himself had planned. It was going to go down in history.
When he reached Raleigh, he grudgingly hopped over to I-95 and headed north to Charlottesville. He called Agent Dolan and gave him instructions to meet him in Charlottesville and then briefly went over his plan to pay a short visit to Mr. Patrick Jones. “This better be worth it,” he said to himself.
Chapter 27
Long ago, a mysterious man who claimed to be very interested in obtaining Maya artifacts had approached Patrick Jones. The man told him that he was willing to pay great sums of money for quality artifacts, and he asked Patrick if he would be willing to assist. All Patrick had to do was contact
He paused for a minute, and placed the receiver back on the hook. He needed to think this through carefully before he made the call. All this time watching and waiting had finally paid off. This phone call is going to bring me a nice chunk of change! Finally he dialed the number he had been given months ago but had yet to use.
“Yeah,” said the voice on the other end.
“Sir, this is Patrick Jones, from the Ancient Maya Studies Department at UVA,” he said with a slight gulp. “I have some information that you will find very useful.” He went on to recount the conversation he had just overheard. After a long pause, Patrick finally received a reply.
“ Gracias, amigo .” Click.
Chapter 26
Jorge Delgado raised his eyebrows in surprise as he hung up the phone. It had been several months since he had received any tips about Maya relics, and he certainly hadn’t expected a call from that UVA geek Patrick. He had been so busy taking out KKK groups that he had almost forgotten about Bonsam’s directive to report the discovery of Maya artifacts. Delgado found the Maya assignment boring. He was never a believer in ancient prophecies, but the president sure was, and if something was important to the president, it was important to him as well.
Delgado plopped his cell phone onto the passenger’s seat as he continued heading up I-40 through North Carolina. He was riding high from yesterday’s extermination of 11 members of the Aryan Nations who had a compound set up in the backwoods south of Raleigh and he didn’t want to be bothered with Maya artifacts at this time. He was having much too much fun killing white supremacists. He smiled as he reminisced about his operations over the last few months. He started out with simple plans, shooting a prominent Klansman here and a notable Klansman there. He even lynched a few in Texas and Florida, which he felt was only fair.
Word spread fast through the Klan community that Klansmen were being killed and others had disappeared under suspicious circumstances. This reduced Klan activity across the country; however, the onesie-twosie killings weren’t having quite the impact that Bonsam desired. So Delgado became a little more creative. He started taking out Klansmen en masse, such as the time he and his team took the Wizard of the Knights of the KKK and several of his goons and tossed them into a murky pond in the middle of Arkansas, bound and gagged with cinder blocks chained to their feet. He had carried out a few similar operations that removed groups of KKK members from the face of the Earth, but by far his favorite mission was when he orchestrated an air assault attack on the Imperial Klans of America compound in western Kentucky. He and his gang of storm troopers got to blow up several buildings that night, sending dozens of Klansmen straight to their graves.
Delgado was very eager to get to his next mission in Michigan. Few people realized the extent of the Klan infestation in the rural areas of Michigan. Most people thought that the Klan was confined to the southern states, but the KKK was alive and well and thriving up north in the Wolverine State. This mission was unlike any of the others, for this was the one that President Bonsam himself had planned. It was going to go down in history.
When he reached Raleigh, he grudgingly hopped over to I-95 and headed north to Charlottesville. He called Agent Dolan and gave him instructions to meet him in Charlottesville and then briefly went over his plan to pay a short visit to Mr. Patrick Jones. “This better be worth it,” he said to himself.
Chapter 27
Long ago, a mysterious man who claimed to be very interested in obtaining Maya artifacts had approached Patrick Jones. The man told him that he was willing to pay great sums of money for quality artifacts, and he asked Patrick if he would be willing to assist. All Patrick had to do was contact
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