The Social Media Murder Corp
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“It’s them,” Ajani said with a grin.
“How? They are a long way from home. And Stepan is dead. How have they been surviving for five years?”
“The Yakuza assassin, Yuki Morita, she was Stepan’s assistant. It must be her.”
“It doesn’t explain how they have evaded detection for so long. How are they getting away with all of these acts of theirs?”
“I don’t know.”
“It can’t be them. There has to be some other explanation.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. They are just two children.”
“Tell that to the Bell, or rather his corpse, plus the corpses of the 25 others they killed that night, when they were NINE.”
“I will not believe it’s them until I see them with my own eyes.”
“We need to pull the student list from that school, we need to visually confirm it’s them. Then we need to contact Tirana.”
“We are not contacting Tirana.”
“We have to, you know the procedure when we have to go up against a person or persons from the organization.”
“They are outcasts operating in a non-claimed zone. We do not need to contact Tirana and ask for permission.”
“That is a grey area and you know it.”
“We will never get the chance again, if it IS them.”
Both men looked at the kill video and watched the twins laugh as they strangled their victim.
“Stepan’s daughters. They really did kill the Bell and 25 of the ZCS-123.”
“Yes they did, when they were only 9 years old.”
“They aren’t human, that is what the others say. After that night, they vanished like ghosts. “
“Everyone dies it’s just a question of how.”
“You realize we will only get one shot at this, and we have to obtain the element of surprise.”
“They’ve been the SMMC all this time, how could no one see this? How could WE have not seen it?”
“Because it was something we never expected. As you said, it’s impossible.”
“Ajani this just makes our jobs harder, it will be extremely difficult to kill them.”
“Banga are you suggesting we back out?”
“No brother, I am saying we need to be extremely cautious. I always wondered how that night would have played out if the Bell had called us.”
“Well now is our chance to see.”
“Killing them will make us immortal. We will be spoken of long after everyone on this planet has turned to dust.”
“Indeed.”
Reddit thread “I have a theory about the SMMC”
Lolcattington
Ok guyz I liek have a theoryz on teh SMMC who wants to hear it?
Steveblowjobs
Fuck off!
WestboroFred
GOD HATES FAGS AND YOUR THEORY INTERESTS ME SO LETS HEAR IT ALSO GOD HATES FAGS
Kneelift
OMFG Dolph Ziggler got my vag pregnant!
Lolcattington
Ok so like this is my idea: What if the SMMC is actually our own government? What if they are doing this to create conditions so they can shut down the Interwebz?
AfroNegro
Yo cracka you iz cray cray!!
CaptNumbnuts
I can totally see the government doing this! They are evil.
RadicalDan
Our government has done so many horrible things, I can totally see them doing this. Like a big false flag! Like 9-11 nigga!
WestboroFred
YOUR MOMS TITS ARE FALSE! ALSO GOD HATES TITS!
Kneelift
I can’t believe I am knocked up with Dolph Ziggler’s baby!!!!
Lolcatington
Look, the government has always wanted to control the Internet. The free flow of information, uncensored, scares the fuck out of them. They just can’t say “Sorry Internet go bye bye” so they need a reason to control it! So they create the SMMC to get the general public so convinced that the Internet is out of control that it needs to be reined in.
RadicalDan
Yeah like all those FB pages and Tumblrs dedicated to cheering the SMMC on, the government can point to that and say “SEE? It needs to be controlled!”
Steveblowjobs
You all suck and I hope everyone here gets ass cancer!
Kneelift
FUCK YOU DOLPH ZIGGLER for cumin in ma vag!!!
Lolcattington
How come every thread these days goes completely off the fucking rails?
WestboroFred
BECAUSE GOD HATES FAGS AND WAFFLES!!!
AfroNegro
Nigga please, God don’t hate no damn waffles
RadicalDan
Hey I have an idea. They answer fan mail right? Get a mod or admin to invite them to an AMA!
Kneelift
What should I name my baby? I was thinking of a proper German name, like Leeroy Twizzlers.
WestboroFred
NAME IT FAG!!!!!!!!!!!
Lolcattington
An AMA might be a good idea. I will ask. If they agree holy fuck the publicity would be off the fucking charts!!! It would be like if Bin Laden had done an AMA!
HairyKnowles
*giggle*
End thread
News report transcript begin
VO: Tonight, the controversy behind the proposed reddit AMA of the Social Media Murder Corp.
Good evening, I’m John Davenport, and THIS is “Your opinion matters”. Tonight, there is growing controversy at the proposed Ask Me Anything, or AMA, on the social media website reddit, of the terrorist group ‘The Social Media Murder Corp’. Earlier today it was learned that administrators for the hugely popular website had in fact reached out to the murderous duo of Danger and Destruction in an effort to get them to participate in one of reddit’s immensely popular question and answer sessions, popularly referred to as ‘Ask me Anything’ or ‘AMA’ for short. The admins apparently contacted the nefarious duo through a series of anonymous Tor Webmail accounts, which the duo use to avoid detection and discovery. This has created a firestorm of criticism from some, and praise from others, as reddit’s parent company, Conde Naste, now has a potential PR nightmare on its hands. Opponents of this effort say there is NO place to give a platform to individuals who have murdered nearly 300 people, while others say that it is a testament to the ideal of free speech, that every voice must be heard. My guest now is Luther Washington Lee, noted journalist and founder of the United Freedom of Speech Alliance, a non-profit group which champions free speech, regardless of the content of said speech. Mr. Lee, welcome.
Lee: Hello John, nice to be here.
John: Mr. Lee, I will get right to the heart of the matter. IS this AMA a bad idea?
Lee: No John it isn’t, one of the founding principles of this great republic is the notion of free speech and freedom of expression. Over the course of this nation's existence, there have been many times where this basic freedom may have sounded repugnant, even offensive, but the inalienable right to be heard cannot be abridged.
John: Not even for the SMMC?
Lee: Not even for them.
John: But is it right to give a platform to two individuals who have killed so many, and who have stated time and time again they will not stop?
Lee: Look John, I am in no way endorsing or approving or excusing WHAT they have to say. I personally find it horrific and disgusting, but our founding principles cannot be compromised.
John: But do you think that this will only embolden them further?
Lee: Actually I think this may be a great opportunity to learn a lot more about their aims and plans. In every video they have uploaded, they have talked about restoring or maintaining ‘balance’, but they haven’t really expressed what they actually means. I think this may be a good time to ask them.
John: Conde Naste, the parent company of Reddit, is under enormous pressure to cancel the entire thing.
Lee: Yes, I imagine they are
.
John: Should they? Given the circumstances?
Lee: No, not at all. As I said, this may be a learning opportunity.
John: What do you think of the massive social media culture that has developed around the SMMC?
Lee: I think it’s to be expected. Certain segments of the population tend to navigate towards such things.
John: Such as how?
Lee: Well, for example, go onto Facebook or Tumblr sometime and do a quick search for fan pages dedicated to people like Ted Bundy, Charles Manson, even the Columbine shooters Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold. There are literally hundreds of them ranging from just interest in the crimes themselves to full blown sexualization and idolization of the subjects.
John: Really? Of people like Ted Bundy?
Lee: Ted Bundy has more fan pages on Tumblr than Justin Bieber.
John: That is a shocking fact.
Lee: Again, people are free to think what they want. I do not endorse, I just merely observe.
John: Before we wrap up I want to ask you, how do you think this AMA will go?
Lee: In a perfect world I would expect it to be quite extraordinary, but given the reality of Reddit, I am sure it will be full of nonsense.
Transcript end
“Are we really going to do this AMA?” Danger asked as she stared at the ceiling of the twins’ bedroom.
“Yes, I think it will be fun,” Destruction answered as she ran her fingers through her sister’s hair.
“I dunno, Reddit is full of idiots, they will probably just ask us a buncha dumb questions and stuff, they will probably ask to see us naked. Morons, all of em.”
“Not everyone who uses Reddit is an idiot Danger, though I concede they do have a high number of idiots on the site.”
“OH my God have you ever seen a Reddit subforum? They hate Christianity, they hate Israel and the Jews, they think Ron fucking Paul is the second coming of Jesus, they are all batshit insane.”
“Yeah I know, it sucks, especially the rabid Israeli hate, but it gives us a chance to reach out to our fans anyway.”
Danger snuggled up close to her sister. The twins were bathed in the glow of the moonlight shining through the window overlooking the terrace of their bedroom. At the foot of the king sized bed the twins shared, Mr. Fluffywoogums slept and dreamt angry dreams.
“Remember after I got detention and we were in the gym showers and I was all sad and depressed?” Danger asked.
“Of course,” Destruction answered.
“Remember when I said I’d marry you?”
Destruction smiled.
“Yes.”
“I meant it,” Danger said softly.
Destruction looked into Danger’s eyes.
“I know, and I meant it too when I said I would as well.”
Danger sighed sadly.
“But we can’t ever can we?”
Destruction softly caressed Danger’s face.
“No, we can’t,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
“The most perfect person in the world, the one I love more than anything, my soul mate, my best friend, my work of art, my greatest source of love and strength, and I can’t ever be with you the way my heart cries out for,” Danger cried.
Destruction pulled her twin close, cradling her head.
“I know, it’s the one thing in this world we can’t fight, it’s the only battle we can never win. But I would suffer an eternity of heartache, an endless march of time of not being able to show you how much I really love you, if it means being your twin forever.”
“I would rather suffer forever with you in my life than not suffer without you in it.”
The girls held each other tight, their legs tied together, their breathing and heartbeats synced perfectly. They held each other as they gazed into one another’s eyes, the world turning slowly around them.
When you breathe
My heart beats
And when you laugh
My soul weeps
When you talk of all the things that have
Come undone
I know
I know
That’s it’s all said and done
The road is narrow
The tide is high
It’s fraught with danger
From every side
But I know
When you hold my hand
We both feel things
None one else can understand
We will both finish
This race we run
Because I know
I know
That it’s all said and done
The bond we have
Will live forever
Come hell or high water
Through all bad weather
From the dawn of time
To the end of days
I see eternity
When in your eyes I gaze
I see true love
And I’m so amazed
That you love me
Like I love you
Along heaven’s beach
Hand in hand we will run
Because I know
I know
That it’s all said and done
I know
I’ve always known
I know
That’s all said and done.
END PART TWO
PART THREE
One year earlier: The Cartel Shootout
The drugs had been flowing into San Diego for a long time. The city was part of the transport network for the Colombian cartels, moving cocaine and other illicit cargo into the West Coast of the United States. Tons of cocaine flowed into the city, eventually making its way into the streets, where it was sold to anyone with the money to pay for it. Colombian cocaine ended up being snorted up the noses of most of the Hollywood elite, rich Silicon Valley Tech billionaires, hip urban sports stars, music industry types of all persuasions, all of the upper crust new and old money had their habit to feed.
But the drugs also hit the middle class and poorer members of society. Teachers, sanitation workers, construction workers, retail clerks, if they had the money they got the goods. This of course led to a spiraling of the popularity of cocaine in suburbia. Even in the middle of the Bible Belt, you could find it.
It was glamorous, the drug of choice for the elite. Every cool Hollywood icon, every trendy author, every hip and happening hot singer, they all did it. They snorted it off solid gold plates, they snorted it off the ass cracks of prostitutes, and it was candy, sweet sugar candy.
Danger peered into her laptop, her mask removed so she could see better. Next to her, Destruction peered through a long night vision scope, her mask also removed. Both twins were in their battle armor and robes, both were armed, and numerous duffel bags of ammo and weaponry lay next to them. It was dark, around midnight, and a full moon. The night air was crisp, and a slight wind blew off of the Pacific Ocean. This rarely used area of the Port of San Diego was covered in shipping containers too numerous to count, hulking cargo carriers from a dozen nations, and more warehouses than most states had. It was a world unto its own, and the local police knew better than to stick their noses into the area. The bribery ensured a safe operating area for the Colombian Cartel and any other illicit operations that cut them in.
“Nothing yet,” Destruction said softly.
“They will be here, these people are rather punctual,” Danger answered.
“I hope so, I am in the mood,” Destruction said with a grin.
“Me too sis, ok look, here are all the locations of the dropped supplies. Anything we need to reload and re-arm. Each bag has enough ammo and explosives to do a full reload on everything. That’s the green dots on the screen see? The red dots are where the C-4 is placed, so make sure when the time comes you are out of the blast area.”
“Got it.”
“Ok now the purple dots, those are our exit areas. Each one of those will get us out of here after it’s over OR, in the highly unlikely event that
it all goes horribly wrong, our escape routes.”
Destruction scoffed at the idea.
“It never goes horribly wrong, well, maybe for them it will but not for us.”
“It is always best to be prepared. Here, this micro sd card has the maps and everything on it, stick it in your Blackberry.”
Destruction took the sd card and loaded it into her Blackberry. She loaded the map to her phone and confirmed it worked.
“Damn I love Blackberry, nothing this phone can’t do.”
“Damn right. Ok, lets check the comm units.”
The twins put on their masks, which were not just for effect, each mask had infrared goggles built in, as well as encrypted communications, and air filtered breathers. Beneath their robes, which were solely for visual flair, each girl was clad head to toe in Class 4 body armor. In the event of a fire, the robes acted as a barrier as they were made of flame resistant material.
Danger was armed with twin Desert Eagle Mark XIX handguns firing .50 AE rounds. She carried 20 clips of 7 rounds each. Strapped to her legs were various cold steel forged throwing daggers.
Destruction carried a heavily modified Zastava M21 AK-47 variant. She carried 20 30 round magazine clips. She was also armed with a Heckler and Koch Fabarm FP6 pump action short barreled shotgun, as well as a dozen hand grenades of various sized.
“Comm check can you hear me?”
“I hear you doo doo head!”
“Oh my God you are a doo doo head!”
“You are the doo dooiest head!”
“That makes no sense at all!”
The twins laughed at their inside jokes. Suddenly, they spun around as they saw a steady stream of vehicles entering the area. They lay down and watched through their night vision at the parade of vehicles.
“It’s them.”
“Right on time.”
“Told you.”
“Very punctual.”
“Let’s go over this one last time. 35 to 45 in all. Heavy weaponry, AK 47’s mostly, Kevlar vests, all other area exposed. The grunts will be doing most of the fighting, the real bad asses will be inside guarding the merchandise and the boss. Grunts are on perimeter, two by two. Cargo containers are arranged four high, three deep each side, that gives us a trench run area of twelve run paths in total. We keep the grunts running and pick them off among the containers. Once the grunts are down the bad asses will form a perimeter inside the warehouse to protect the merchandise. The warehouse has four levels, connected on the north and south sides by iron walkway staircases. Merchandise and boss will be on the top level. The stairways will be the only way up unless they get smart and block them, then we will use the walls to access the top level.”