Flight

11:12

York and Agent Boswell have a quick lunch, and are now back in the office. After three minutes, they are joined by John Coluvis. In Boswells car, they drive to the sex house. Coluvis has a device utilizing radio technology to see through walls. He scans the entire building and looks very disappointed,

“There’s nobody home. These guys are efficient. Somehow they found out. York,

I’m guessing that when Chelsea saw you, somebody saw her. Traffickers like their security, and usually have hidden cameras

and microphones to monitor everybody.

“They anticipate having to move quickly once in a while, so they are set up to have key employees relinquish personal residences immediately, sometimes permanently, depending on market factors.”

York replies,

“If I can get a quiet hour lying on the lawn next to the house, I’ll be able to give you the current location. I’m going to focus on the whereabouts of Chelsea only.”

The two agents agree. Coluvis says, pointing,

“Take whatever time you need. We’ll wait over there, in case they’re monitoring you and send someone back.”

As York gets out of the car, he says,

“You’ll see me do some strange things before I lie down, but it should work.”

Coluvis replies,

“Don’t worry. We’ve seen far stranger things than a few preliminaries to clairvoyance.”

York walks slowly around the house, touching and greeting every tree. Finally he lies down on the grass between the biggest tree and the house. He visualizes Jonathan bringing the trunk into the house as he saw it previously, then himself driving by the house, and her waiving frantically, then just her face.

This time it only takes eleven minutes. York sees everybody, including Chelsea, getting into two large white rental vans. Then I-95 North, entering Hartford Connecticut, then street signs, finally to a new house.

York heads back to the car. They drive back to Boswells office. Coluvis calls Hartford, then says to York,

“I’m going to Harford now. The helicopter is on the roof. If you’re willing to take a bus or train back here afterwards, you can come with me. We’ll eat when we get there.”

York looks optimistic,

“Yes, let’s go.”

Hartford

2:36 P.M.

First Coluvis and York locate the house. They see people coming and going. Now Coluvis, with the Hartford FBI and City Police, surround the house. Faces are seen at windows. York is asked to hang back. Coluvis uses the bullhorn,

“This is the FBI and Hartford City Police. The house is surrounded. You are suspected of human trafficking. Everybody in the house, come out unarmed with your hands in the air.”

The main door opens immediately. The people inside file out in orderly fashion. Police direct young women to the right. FBI direct men and older women to the left, then handcuff them.

Somehow Jonathan gains advantage over the young agent cuffing him, and runs very fast, breaking through the line, hoping to jump on the bumper of a passing bus. He comes right past York, who deftly trips him, then kicks him in the head twice before agents can cuff him.

As Jonathan gets to his feet, he looks dazed, but glares angrily at York, who says,

“You abduct my girlfriend, I kick your head. What do think life is about, shit-for-brains?”

Chelsea is watching, and looks very pleased with this entire turn of events. She finishes up quickly with her preliminary statement, walks over to York, and gives him a big hug. He asks,

“Are you okay.”

“Yes, they didn’t have me long enough for anything bad to happen. This tree thing of yours really works, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, it does, better than I realized. I never needed it for anything like this before.”

Agents check carefully inside the house, but there is nobody else. On-the-spot preliminary questioning sorts out captive women from customers and employees. Eight people are arrested, and taken away in a paddy wagon.

As things begin to stabilize, Coluvis joins the happy couple. York introduces him to Chelsea, then Coluvis says to York,

“What you did was really beautiful. I just hope that fellow doesn’t sue you for unauthorized or excess force.”

“Do you think they’d win?”

“With the amount of evil in our basic institutions today, who knows? I imagine the two of you would like to be on your way home. Chelsea, if you  want to give me your formal statement now, you won’t have to come back.”

“Okay, I will.”

Chelsea completes the statement, then she and York catch a bus back to Georgetown to get his car. They stay over in his motel room, sleep late, have a huge breakfast, then enjoy the Fall foliage driving back to Wayland.

Conflict

Two years ago, York received a large inheritance after his maternal grandparents were killed in an Islamic terrorist attack in London. Since then, he has been pursuing a program of post graduate study.

In the back of his mind there has been a voice suggesting that since he is free to do whatever he wants, that perhaps he should now occupy himself with something heroic that will make the world a better place.

October 11, 2026

This feeling has been stronger just lately, especially today, and as if in synchronicity, the

desk phone rings…

Earlier today:

Special Agent Coluvis is so impressed with York’s abilities and demeanor in Hartford, that he checks to find out the young man’s situation in life, then rings him up,

“Hello, York?… This is John Coluvis… I’ll get straight to the point. With your skills, you could help us bust the entire world network of human trafficking in far less time than it will take us without you. The FBI, in a joint effort with other groups, is starting a new initiative against the pedophile traffickers. We will pay you by the hour, and you will need only to study a handbook of rules about working with us as an independent contractor, then sign a few papers of agreement in that regard… What do you think?”

“Glad to hear from you. Yes, I am interested. If we travel, can Chelsea come too?”

John chuckles,

“Yes, but I want to keep her out of the line of fire… which means at least eighty feet further back than you were in Hartford.”

“Okay with me. I’ll get her a telephoto zoom… Okay for her to take pictures?”

“Usually. If it’s ever not, I’ll tell you.

Pedophiles

York has long been outraged by everything he has read about pedophile trafficking. Five main things have caught his attention:

- the tens of thousands of people involved

- the high rank and tremendous wealth of many of the participants

- the activities, especially torture, mutilation, blood drinking, and gourmet cannibalism

- the involvement of those we should be able to trust, like CIA, Vatican, United Nations

- the automatic protection of participants by subverted government officials and media

To York, this is more than just the polarization of good and evil. These people seem to be trying to ruin themselves with the sheer degree of evil and depth of depravity to which they aspire, as though they are riding a fast train to Hell, but want to go faster, faster, faster.

October 14, 2026

This week Chelsea is studying for an exam and decides to stay home. By helicopter, York and Coluvis arrive in Scranton Pennsylvanian. They are welcomed by Special Agent Paul Breisco.

In transit Coluvis has explained to York that he was asked along on this venture, not for his clairvoyance, but to see firsthand what liberty loving people are dealing with in the field. The tip that led to the upcoming bust, actually came from the interrogation of two of people who were arrested in Hartford.

Horrors

12:18 P.M.

As thirty-eight suspects come streaming out of the slave house, four of them break and run. Two FBI sharpshooters dart them easily. This is better than bullets, because interrogation can lead to further arrests, and jury trials alert people about moral decline in modern society.

An inspection of the house discloses a large jail cell housing eight children ranging in age from two to six years. They are all poorly nourished and show scars from beatings and torture, especially burns. In the next room, three more children are found tied down on torture tables.

The children are taken by ambulances to a local hospital, just as media vans begin to arrive. When the house is clear of people, York joins Coluvis and Agent Breisco for a detailed inspection of the premises.

First there is a posh client waiting room lounge. Next is a museum room with access to tools. There is a long table with an assortment of items: cords, whips, clubs, surgical and dissecting implements, pincers, pliers, clamps, knives, razors, needles, and pins. There are electric wood burning kits with a choice of eight screw on tips.

There are Modern Child Breaking manuals in five levels of how-to instruction:

Make Them Wince

Make Them Obey

Make Them Squeal

Make Them Plead

Make Them Accept

On the walls are pictures showing every kind of torture and mutilation imaginable. It’s easy to see that the pictures have all been tall taken at this location, but the torturers are always wearing black robes and skull masks.

There is one picture of a twelve year old boy with all his skin peeled off. The look of pain in his face is beyond anything Hollywood has ever created for any combat or horror movie.

There is a long wall of shelves loaded with museum jars containing body parts preserved in formaldehyde. There are heads, ears, tongues, hands, penises, and feet. These correspond by number to the wall pictures.

Next is a long corridor with doors opening into small private rooms. Each is equipped with either a bed or gurney, sink with soap, paper towels, and waste basket. For each room there is also a separate bathroom with shower.

Next is another long corridor with four doors. One is to an office with computer, FAX, and cabinet containing backup client information encrypted on DVDs which will self-destruct if any attempt is made to view them without proper password procedure.

Across the hall is a gourmet kitchen with all the fixings. There are three marinating babies wit cut throats in the refrigerator.

Then comes a large chamber for ritual torture and murder. Two walls have spectator seating.

There is an altar with full accoutrements.

Opposite this is the dining hall. The clients were just starting lunch when the raid began. On the table are three large oval platters each sporting a stuffed roasted baby, one glazed with orange, one with caramel, one with blackberry. All three have apples in their mouths and cherries in their eye sockets.

There are chilled cut glass decanters filled

with blood, drained just minutes ago from the refrigerator babies, after they were terrorized to adrenalize the blood, then hung upside down and throats cut. Now marinating, these babies,  were to be on the menu for lunch tomorrow.

York has made few comments on this tour, but now is deeply sad and completely speechless.

Finally he looks at Coluvis and asks,

“How much of this is going on?”

Coluvis answers,

“We are just beginning to learn the numbers. This kind of thing is protected very carefully by subverted media. Evil people have had to become very organized out of spontaneous necessity, rather than through any sense of friendship or loyalty.”

Flying York back to Wayland, Coluvis asks about his interest in future participation. York replies with grim solemnity,

“I can identify the locations from home without flying anywhere, and will happily do so. Best for you to call me at 7:00 P.M. any evening and then I will do it at 5:00 A.M. the next morning, and call you immediately.

When he gets home, York tells Chelsea practically nothing about his adventure. They have a pleasant dinner. He feels a heroic plan cogitating in his mind, but decides to sleep on what he has seen.

Reaper

York has read that elite pedophile clients often get thirty day sentences on bullshit rulings like, “being in the wrong place, at the wrong time.”

The principles get seven or eight year prison terms, and are paroled after a year or two for good behavior. The most bizarre, like gourmet cannibals, are sent to mental hospitals, where they con naïve young psychiatrists and are soon released.

October 15, 2026

After breakfast, Chelsea leaves for school. York again feels that it might be a good move to call Ted Farrell, who intuits what the call is about, and listens patiently until York makes his full point,

“… calling to update you. I decided to work with the FBI, as you suggested, and got Chelsea back without a scratch.

“Then I helped them with a pedophile bust in Pennsylvania. The clients were eating roast babies at lunch. I can’t believe the things I saw, but I’m more troubled by the fact that after a corrupt trial, they’ll probably suffer little or no change of lifestyle.

“The safety of the future necessitates they

all be executed. There needs to be strong vigilante reprisal after every such trial to change expectations about the viability of making evil choices. Thought you might have some ideas.”

Ted likes this guy,

“I agree with you, and it’s best to nail them immediately. They’ll need you for testimony, so your part will be to keep well back from the suspects as you leave the court house, and when the last of them is the prison bus and the door closes, to raise both arms over your head as though stretching, and yawn.

“I can put something together whenever you help the Feds, just by calling someone else after you call me, but the less I tell you the better. Usually I don’t even know myself, who ends up doing what. Leaderless resistance keeps things simple, and always works best.”

Actually, with a satisfied smirk that York can’t see, Ted is already planning how he will do the whole operation himself.

Trial

November 22, 2026   9:47 A.M.

Both Coluvis and Agent Breisco have testified as to what they saw in the house. Because people remember different details, multiple testimony gives the most complete picture. York takes the stand and is sworn in,

District Attorney William Miller welcomes York, and commends him for his help in locating the traffickers, then asks,

“Mr. Edmunds, can you add anything to what has been said?”

“No, but I was confounded by the matter of the adrenalized blood, so I did a little research. The vampire pedophile believes that the blood will prolong his own life.”

“Objection! Hearsay!”

cries the defense attorney. Miller replies,

“No problem. It is hearsay, but I read the same thing myself online, and intend to ask each of your clients about their expectations in this regard. If think they’re lying, I’ll introduce expert testimony from a psychiatrist specializing in this type of aberration.”

Suspect after suspect pretends that they didn’t understand what the place was really about and visited only out of curiosity. When asked about their initial referral, it was usually

“a fellow I talked with at a party… we didn’t exchange names.”

The children called upon to testify cannot identify anybody, because the clients and principles always wear masks.

Since none of the suspects have any record of convictions for pedophilia, and were not seen doing anything in particular, the jury and judge have no option to but impose the thirty-day cognitive irresponsibility sentence, with six month sentences for two sour-faced young thugs who are openly defiant and insulyingly disrespectful.”

Reprisal

4:28 P.M.

All thirty-eight suspects are being ushered down the courthouse steps to the county jail bus that brought them.

Ted Farrell has been monitoring the trial using a mechanical fly on the wall, and just finished an energizing late lunch at a nearby diner. Now he is watching from behind a staircase enclosure on the roof of an office building at a distance directly across from the courthouse.

The last of the convicted suspects files into the bus. The door closes. York stops on que, and stretches. Coluvis turns to look at York and is distracted from the rooftop across the street. He comments to York,

“Long day with no exercise.”

York nods yes, just as Ted steps out from behind the enclosure and raises the small portable radio-guided rocket launcher into position. He aims carefully, but is confident

that the projectile will find the proper target. Pedaling by earlier on a city rental bike, he placed a small magnetic radio homing device directly at the center of the bus side wall.

The second Ted pulls the trigger, he disappears. Nobody has even seen him. Off goes the smokeless rocket and pierces the side wall. The bus fills with flame, roasting everybody inside instantly. The windows blow out, but nobody outside is hurt. Many however are badly shaken. Nobody even understands how the bus was made to explode.

Coluvis is a smart man. He contemplates the possibility that York’s stretching exercise may have been a signal, but completely agrees with and admires the proficiency of whoever orchestrated the roast, and so says nothing.

York is also a smart man. He contemplates the possibility that Coluvis may have figured this out, and decides to use a different signal every time in the future.

Ted knows it’s not fair to kill the driver, but rationalizes it as collateral damage. Dangerous jobs have high risk. One who does such work will usually carry a big life-insurance policy to provide for their family. This chap is no exception. Ted plans to check on this when he learns the fellow’s name from the media. If the family needs help, Ted will arrange it.

Media Circus

November 23, 2926

Media coverage of yesterday’s event runs the full gamut of possible reportage.

Libertarian Truth

The alternative media tells the whole truth about what was discovered in the house. The editorial comment, labelled as such, appears at the end, and stresses the refreshing normalcy of proactive response by good people against the increasing evil of Globalist elites. They openly state that a subverted judicial system not only necessitates, but demands, that justice be done by vigilant people in the private sector who care about the future.

Globalist Lies

The subverted media claim that the pedophile houses have nothing to do with evil, but are simply places where educated liberals teach children the joy of sex early so they will not grow up to be “repressed.”

They refer to those who oppose sexualization of children, as bigoted brutes who should be silenced and imprisoned. They describe those responsible for what many are now calling the bus barbecue as an “mass murderers” of good, well-meaning people.

They deny the evince of beatings, torture, and cannibalism, saying that this kind of thing is always fabricated by “conspiracy theorists” who have lost the ability to distinguish between their own bizarre imaginings and reality.

The twits that follow the subverted media actually believe this subterfuge. Pilos-funded student demonstrations are being organized everywhere against the “cruel haters.”

Activism

During the next  eight months, working with Coluvis, York locates eleven more houses of pedophile depravity. In every case he notifies Ted by encrypted email. The pedophiles are always given a sentence less than death, so Ted has no choice but to implement natural order with just reprisal. He manages to make the modus operandi different every time, so as to minimize official interference.

All over the country people are so inspired by these reprisals that they too are affecting justice against all the categories of evildoer as defined in the well-known online document Libertarian Nationalist Revolution:

… rapists, human traffickers, kidnappers, child molesters, child and snuff porn filmmakers, arbitrary murderers, serial killers.