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It was the end of the last week of November going into December when the team had just started establishing their conglomerate and started to feel a bit of pressure due to the new task force being formed. It was something totally new to them being that they were usually the ones to apply the pressure on the masses not having it applied to themselves. Yoda had no worries though. He just sat inside a private room of Faberge’s exclusive jewelry boutique on Madison Avenue in the beautiful and lovely city of New York. It was partly owned by one of the wives of a team member. He felt cool, calm and collected watching as the other members chatted in panic and fear of their names possibly coming up somehow or their being involved in the red market/the business of sex selling, organ pedaling, and human trafficking and possibly more.
There were politicians, congressmen & women, governors and even a few people who had direct ties to the White House there at the meeting other than himself, Ms. Newman, Dr. Monroe and a few of his staff, partners and friends.
Yoda had taken note of all this as they all sat watching clippings of the news in which the reporter spoke on the newly formed taskforce and their actions at that very moment. They’ve live on TV. The entire team watched as FBI agent Blake MackLemore led his team of officials on a massive search on Long Island’s South Shore Beaches.
Across the screen the headlines read: A Predator’s Reign of Terror as the camera crews took turns showing images of law authorities digging and searching apparently for more corpses and asking residents of these areas questions such as weather they have seen anything suspicious or heard anything out of the ordinary. Not surprising no one said anything regarding those two questions.
Well no one except this one old man who looked to be in his late fifties, early sixties. The tough old bastard had a whole lot to say. Standing at six foot one with an imposing figure given his age, the gruff plain spoken and not easily intimidated fellow answered to his surname Mr. Parker. He told police of seeing a beautifully looking dark colored Ferrari, accompanied with a pair of white SUVs lurking around one night moving very suspiciously. He also stated that he witnessed a man who looked to be a mixture of black and Asian about early forties, get out of the vehicle. He looked to be wearing a blood-stained doctor’s uniform. He tossed something into a secluded area of Ocean Parkway. This area was mostly a state park with poison ivy, choked shrub brush, marshland and beaches with an occasional cluster of properties along the shore line.
The man didn’t seem to be afraid of the world as he spoke openly live on television. Yoda noted as he and the team watched the news together. All making small talk here and there as to what it was that they should do or whether they should stop with the organ snatching for a while until things cooled down. All type of opinions and suggestions were being thrown around the room and soon a mini argument broke out between the many important and powerful figures. The noise was becoming unbearable and this caused the usually cool, calm and collected Yoda to lose it.
“Shut the fuck up!” Yoda yelled followed by a gritty “All of you muthafuckas listen and listen real fucking good you hear me? It’s my ass that should be worried. It’s my ass that’s out there kidnapping, killing, drugging, and sexually torturing muthafuckas. Its me that they could point a finger at, not y’all cowardly ass, crying fucking baby ass muthafuckas. You got the nerve to be worried about being exposed to the public when the only person that could expose you is me or her!” Yoda pointed at himself and Ms. Newman.
“Yes, my friend that’s what we’re basically worried about,” a voice said to a somewhat surprised Yoda. Who had the balls to say that? He thought but before Yoda could respond, he was forced to remain silent as all eyes and ears in the room were glued to the television to hear what the retired commander of the Bronx homicide task force had to say.
Ex-Commander Jones had investigated numerous serial killers in his day from the Brooklyn Strangler to the Son of Sam and had felt it was something very different about this one. “It is something about the clustering of victims that is strange to me.” he said, “Most serial killers don’t do this. They spread the remains of their victims bodies around and make a game of it.”Coldness had filled his voice by this time. As he considered the lens of the camera and into Yoda’s soul, smiled a bit then went on to say, “ This guy feels secure. In fact, he feels so secure at this location, he made it his own personal burial ground for the ladies and gentlemen of this world. In this region, we have ourselves a real problem on our hands. A real problem.” the Commander stated again before he went on to end his speech with, “He has a nasty agenda.”
Yoda was touched. Never in a million years did he think that his actions would gain national attention. He damn sure didn’t think that he would be labeled as a serial killer either. However, it was and because it was Long Island was on fire. He needed to chill for a bout so with those thoughts fresh in mind, he began to inform the team of how they could still profit from the situation. I mean the Red Market and organ selling part of the business brought in a whopping three hundred eighty-five million dollars annually. The human trafficking and sex trading part of the operation was only responsible for an even two hundred million dollars annually but with their new expansions into the States of Texas, Florida and California, they were promised to almost twice that amount making their overall total annual income very well worth it and just under one billion dollars, Yoda assured them as they hung onto his every word. Shit they even apologized to him for the negative thought that they had prior to him telling them this.
He loved every bit of it. The power he had over them all. It was because of the power of greed and larceny that got them every time, he thought as he ended his conversation. He begin to prepare to leave. Yoda told everyone that he would be looking forward to seeing them at the team’s New Years party in Texas where they would enjoy the opening of another chain of whorehouses. Then Yoda stood to leave but before he could make his exit, he was stopped by both Ms. Newman and the mayor of Spring Valley who happened to be a woman. He first turned to Ms. Newman who hugged him goodbye, kissed his face then passed him a huge envelope all while smiling and eyeing the forty-seven year old Dominican. The Spring Valley mayor aggressively grabbed his arm and had him walking her to her vehicle.
Mayor Jasmin Gomez was interested in getting closer to the young man for some reason. She wasn’t quite sure yet why. Yoda deeply felt that he would prove to be very useful to her soon. The interaction between Mayor Gomez and Yoda lasted for only a few minutes or so then the two were on their separate ways to handle the necessary business that they greatly needed to handle.
As for the rest of the team, well they were left behind in Ms. Newman’s care so that she could finish convincing them to continue to use their political influences and money to strengthen the business plus keep it very well grounded. Both parties parted ways feeling much more safer and better about things. In other words, they were all extremely anxious to recoup their portions of the very large pie. This placed them all in some type of unbreakable state of happiness.
Yoda had given it to them very raw and uncut then left them a bit crushed from his nasty and harsh words. In the meantime, he left them in lust over the figures that he so cockily tossed around. Ms. Newman felt that it was only right that she smooth things over being that she knew and understood that these were the type of figures whose toes you didn’t want to step on or want to have in fear of you because they would to stop at nothing to remove you from the face of the earth. Ruthlessness could be found all over and not just in the streets but in the people who dealt with them. The game was corrupt inside and out. The politics added with the money and the city of New York, was enough to make one cringe. Ms. Newman was proud of Yoda. He had proved to be unstoppable even with Long Island on fire. The meeting had been dismissed.
Chapter Twelve