Thursday, 04/04/2019
"Wait a minute. What the fuck did you just say?"
"Man... I swear, I saw a guy who looked just like Cole."
"Cole?"
"Yeah, man. Cole McGregor..."
"Where are you?"
"I just passed through Denton. We just took care of that little errand for you. We're headed back now. A stupid son of a bitch almost sideswiped me in a truck that looked exactly like the one the guy was driving the other day, and it reminded me of that fool we saw the other day. For some reason, the shit just didn't sit right with me. So that's why I'm letting you know."
"If you were concerned about it, why am I just now hearing about it?"
"Dude, he was with some black bitch. You know there is no way in hell Cole would be caught dead with one of those black ass motherfuckers. The way this guy was all hugged up on her. I wanted to drag him out of his truck and stomp a mudhole in his ass. There's no fucking way Cole would soil himself like that."
"Turn around and go back. See if you can track em down."
"What the fuck, man. We're nearly in Oklahoma."
"Just do what you're fucking told," Bruce growled through the phone.
"Okay, man. Chill. Damn."
"Go back. Take some pictures and then send them directly to me and only me. Do not leave unless I tell you to. Got it?"
"Yeah, man. I got it."
"Good."
CLICK!
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Wednesday, 04/24/2019 11:30 am
The group of men sat in the fellowship hall after receiving a call for an emergency meeting. Much like any other organization, they lived according to rules and guidelines. The Brotherhood of the past had moved into the twenty-first century long ago.
Many of the leaders were businessmen. They served the country and provided jobs for those who followed them. Their goal as a whole was to create a master race and white-only culture. Each group in the organization lived by the by-laws or face the consequences.
Something about Bruce was off. It caused many other leaders to feel that he wasn't the best fit for his role. Not only did they not trust him, but they were also skeptical of the way Cole disappeared, and suddenly, Bruce was running the show.
They sat waiting to hear what he had to say. All prepared to deny him whatever he tried to accomplish if it didn't meet with their approval.
A TV screen descended from above. Once it was in place, a video began.
It started with some shots of the front entrance to a tall building in the city. People walked by, but two of them stuck out like a sore thumb. First, a tall, burly white man who looked like a biker was walking hand and hand with a black woman. Second, the grumbling rolling around the room spoke against whites and blacks mixing.
"Why are we watching this bullshit?" Willian Best spoke up first. He was one of few leaders who had served many years after a murder conviction.
The man he murdered fired him because he had made several racist comments about his black co-workers. When the manager got in his face and threatened to kick his ass if he didn't get out of his office, Willian allowed him to get close enough to touch him. He had watched as the manager pushed around several of his co-workers. He decided to let the man think he was running the show just before he knocked the fuck out of him.
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