Roach-Busters
15-10-2004, 21:11
No one would ever guess he was such a ferocious, bloodthirsty, unrepetant b***** just by looking at him. He was remarkably short- about 4'11"- with huge buck teeth that would have put Jimmy Carter to shame, a thin, wormlike pony tail less than six inches long on the back of his head, and large, round brown eyes with the vacant and docile look of a very dumb cow. He looked like a middle school student that served as the bullies' punching bag. To him, that was a good thing. He didn't want anyone to suspect who- or, rather what- he really was. Ruthlessly ambitious and infinitely greedy, he would have killed his own mother to get more power if he had to. The best part of all was that President J.L. didn't suspect a thing.
His current name was Austin Douglas. No one knew his real name. A former private in the Roach-Busters Army, he had been a protege' of Captain Erik Swoverland, and had participated in the embezzlement of international aid sent to alleviate a devastating earthquake, as well as the kidnapping and murder of innocent children. He was the only one of Swoverland's stoolies to have escaped. He left the country, changed his name, laid low for a few months, and then returned. He got a job as an aide in the Roach-Busters Department of War, filing documents, analyzing budget graphs, arranging papers, etc., and rose rapidly. Acclaimed as a "bright, ambitious [there was an understatement], talented, and charming young man," he became a personal assistant of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff within eleven months. The Chairman- a childless widower- loved Douglas as if he were his own son. And Douglas, of course, piled on the BS, smiled irritatingly, did all his work dutifully and with a large phony smile, and always declined raises out of false modesty. Douglas occasionally leafed through the Chairman's files, and once, he thieved a spare key to the Secretary of War's office. He sneaked into the Secretary's office almost every night, pilfering war documents and highly classified military secrets, which he in turn leaked (for a high price, of course) to nations hostile to Roach-Busters, criminals, and anyone else interested in them. Even though he lived in a squalid apartment, nobody suspected that he had amassed billions by selling these secrets. Within two years, he was rubbing elbows with some of RB's most hard-core drug lords, many of whom had private armies in the countryside numbering in the thousands. Within three years, he had bought off (and killed) each of the drug lords, bribed the warden of the local prison into secretly transporting over 500 serial killers to Douglas's private headquarters (where they became his flunkies). By now, he had even hired some defectors from many armies around the world, as well as nearly a hundred thousand mercenaries. And that decadent fool J.L. didn't suspect a thing!
His current name was Austin Douglas. No one knew his real name. A former private in the Roach-Busters Army, he had been a protege' of Captain Erik Swoverland, and had participated in the embezzlement of international aid sent to alleviate a devastating earthquake, as well as the kidnapping and murder of innocent children. He was the only one of Swoverland's stoolies to have escaped. He left the country, changed his name, laid low for a few months, and then returned. He got a job as an aide in the Roach-Busters Department of War, filing documents, analyzing budget graphs, arranging papers, etc., and rose rapidly. Acclaimed as a "bright, ambitious [there was an understatement], talented, and charming young man," he became a personal assistant of the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff within eleven months. The Chairman- a childless widower- loved Douglas as if he were his own son. And Douglas, of course, piled on the BS, smiled irritatingly, did all his work dutifully and with a large phony smile, and always declined raises out of false modesty. Douglas occasionally leafed through the Chairman's files, and once, he thieved a spare key to the Secretary of War's office. He sneaked into the Secretary's office almost every night, pilfering war documents and highly classified military secrets, which he in turn leaked (for a high price, of course) to nations hostile to Roach-Busters, criminals, and anyone else interested in them. Even though he lived in a squalid apartment, nobody suspected that he had amassed billions by selling these secrets. Within two years, he was rubbing elbows with some of RB's most hard-core drug lords, many of whom had private armies in the countryside numbering in the thousands. Within three years, he had bought off (and killed) each of the drug lords, bribed the warden of the local prison into secretly transporting over 500 serial killers to Douglas's private headquarters (where they became his flunkies). By now, he had even hired some defectors from many armies around the world, as well as nearly a hundred thousand mercenaries. And that decadent fool J.L. didn't suspect a thing!