Lee Williams, Harassment Agent - Episode 6
by Lee Williams
(This story is a complete work of fiction.)
I met Jackie Brown at a bar in downtown Miami. He was a year younger than me, had glasses, a buzz cut, a cross he always wore, flannels, whatever. And he was crazy. Man, he was crazy. He might have been crazier than me.
I asked Khir about him.
"Do you know Jackie?"
"Who?" Khir replied. "Jackie Johnson?"
"Nah," I said. "Jackie Brown."
"Yeah, he works at the deli I go to. Loves weed, that kid."
"Is he cool?"
"He's a cool guy."
"No, I mean, is he cool."
"Oh," Khir said. "Yeah, he's fine. He's on probation."
"Well, what did he do?" "I don't know," Khir said. "Something about a car window. I don't really know. And he writes poetry. It's good, his stuff. Reminds me of Ginsberg."
I took a sip of my beer. I had picked up a habit of drinking beer at the end of the day. Khir was a good bookie for investments.
"Does he, I don't know, does he get active ever?"
"Not like you," Khir said, "but yes."
"I don't get active anymore."
"Not now you don't. Just wait and see."
I had caught Khir up on the entire story up until the point we were at. When I told Jackie Brown about my burning desire for revenge, he quoted the bible.
"Do not say 'I will repay evil.' Wait for the lord, and he will deliver you."
Not half bad advice.
"But," Jackie said right after. "If you do go to repay evil, give me a call."
And that's all I can think about right now.
Me and Jackie and Khir and Amber were at dinner. We were eating Vietnamese food. We were all quiet. Then, I said:
"I think I'm going to repay evil."
"Let's do it," Jackie said. "Where are they at?"
"Salt Lake City, Utah. Are you sure?"
"I'm coming too," said Amber.
Which left Khir sitting there silently. After a moment, he said, "Fine."
It seems Amber gets whatever she wants. A good boyfriend, that guy is. And I've come a long way from jumping the border, living in abandoned houses, harassing people. And now it's time to harass the harassers, gangstalk the gangstalkers, get back on my get back. I went home and went to sleep.
I was back in D.C., but when I lived there as a kid, not this most recent time. I was standing on the same street corner we got shot on. In my pocket my phone was vibrating. I picked it up and it was my mother.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"7th and Kennedy."
"There's some people here to talk to you."
Suddenly I was in the back of a car, and Andres was there, and I looked over at him and asked him where we're going. He nodded to the front of the car. In the front of the car was also Andres, but he looked older, and was dressed in a suit and tie.
"There's a funeral today," Andres in the front said. "I'm taking you two there."
I looked to younger Andres to my side and asked who was dead.
"Our friend," he said. "Lee Williams."
Then I was at my own funeral. I was standing over my body during the viewing. I had a black suit and tie and a silver bracelet. I looked to my left and there was a long line of people. Pierre was there. My friend Marky was there. There were several FBI agents standing in line. I looked behind me and sitting all the way in the back of the seating area was John B. And JB was smoking a big cigar.
Then I was in the car again, with Andres again too, except this time I was wearing a white shirt, green pants, and brown boots. And I looked to the front, and saw myself, now, in a suit and tie.
"How was it?" I asked myself from the front.
"It sucked. Do you mind if I smoke in here?"
"Sure," I said, from the front. "Do whatever you want Anthony. That's what you do anyway."
I lit up a cigarette and Andres asked me for one and I gave him one. Then we were outside of the jail in D.C., and Andres started to get out.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Back in," he said. "I was only allowed out for the funeral."
And then he got out, and I snapped awake. I opened my laptop.
Smoking a cigarette, I found the address to the office in SLC. I asked Khir to look up the business and info about it, and he said everything he found seemed fake. Which tracks. I had no idea if they'd even still be there when I pulled up. But Ray's address was a matter of public record. As for the cigarette, I'm under a lot of stress.
Because he voted this year, and in D.C., when you vote your address becomes a matter of public record. And while he worked out of the office in SLC, he lived in D.C. part time. So that was a place to start. I just looked him up in the voter registry. Then I went on an OSINT site and did a reverse address search.
As for Valentina, I will find her through Ray. And Ray doesn't know, I'll go look in SLC. But Ray's address was a good place to start. But where do I even begin with him? Do I let a Mylar balloon onto his power lines? Do I leave a Wi-Fi deauth device somewhere in his yard? Do I break into his house with my bump keys and rearrange the furniture so he thinks he's going crazy? Take pictures of him while he's asleep? Do I put a transponder in his car and see where he goes and then cut his tires?
I decided I would do all of it. But definitely the transponder.
Valentina sat at the new office in Minneapolis, Minnesota, and typed at her keyboard. Her phone rang, and she answered it, after pushing her keyboard neatly in front of her.
"Steel Defense, this is Valentina."
"Microphone," Ray said.
"Hallmark," Valentina replied.
"I was worried that wouldn't be you," Ray said.
"Did they get Lee?"
"He went off the map. But it's not confirmed he's dead. Do you want me to call back?"
"Yes."
She hung up the phone and dialed a number.
On the other end, coughing. "Alo?"
"Está muerto," she asked. "Lee?"
"Ya no sé dónde está el hombre." [I don't know where the man is anymore.]
"Pendejo, Miami, Florida!"
"Lo estoy buscando, pero..." [I'm looking for it, but...]
"Ciao." She hung up before he could finish his sentence.
I invited Khir, Amber, and Jackie Brown over to the room in the house I was renting from.
"Khir," I said. "You're on transportation."
"Alright, easy enough, and you're paying?"
"Yes," I said. "On my dime. This is all on my dime. Thank yourself for that. Amber, I need you for a couple things, maybe some social engineering, I don't know."
"Okay," she said. Nothing else.
"And Jackie, you're on the ground with me. We'll talk more when we get there. We're going to break into his house, take all the electronics we can get, and then do whatever we can to analyze them. Hopefully, and this is a hope, the disks won't have FDE on them. And that's a hope. I also hope you guys know this could end in our death. All of us. They want me dead."
"Live fast," Jackie said. "Die young."
"No, I'm serious, we really might die. We might die inside his house."
He went for a fistbump.
"Not really, uh, not really the tone for that. We, we will probably die. I hope you know that. Which begs the question why you guys," I turned to Khir and Amber. "Actually, why are you guys doing this?"
"We were bored," Khir said.
"Uh," I said, hesitantly. "Okay. I'm gonna call one more person on the way to D.C. and ask him if he's in. Are you two sure? You're kind of like... Rich... And well established. And this is kind of like... A suicide mission..."
"Turns out all the money in the world can't cure boredom."
"Well, that settles it."
I paid my last month's rent on my room, and then spent my last night there. I went to sleep.
"Hey," Josef said from the front seat. "Are we going to do this or not?"
"Well... I was going to call you on the way up," I said from the passenger. "But you're already here."
"One of you is going to die," Andres said from the back. "Just so you know."
"Shut up," I said. "I don't want to hear it."
"Well," he said again. "It's true. The Kid."
Then, in the front seat it was John B, driving, smoking his cigar.
"Lee... Anthony... Whatever..." he said, thick accent. "I need you to do a job for me."
"I'm a little preoccupied right now."
"No time for John anymore? You were good back in the day."
"And that was back in the day. When you went to prison I worked for someone else."
"And now, you're doing what?" he asked.
"Going on a suicide revenge mission?"
"I'm telling you," Andres said from the backseat. "The Kid is going to die."
"I'm sorry," John said. "Who are you?"
"Andres."
"Ah," John B said. "Anthony, or Lee, or whatever, you should listen to him. And do a job for me."
"What's the job?" I asked.
"You know what the job is," he said. "You do."
"I don't," I said. "Both of you, stop f*cking with me."
"The job," Andres said. "Is not doing one."
"That's right," John said.
Then I turned around because we were getting lit up by a state trooper.
"Right on time," John said.
I snapped awake. I started packing my bag.
Soundtrack
A Thousand Miles - Tee Rackz