RIP Hector Garza

(03/20/16 : 01:30:19)
If you want Peace - Prepare for War
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Ryan Russell
Atlas Bravo Team
RC : WaW : REVO


= CITY of TRINITY THERAPY =
-In with a therapist-

says to Tell me about your troub: *Ryan was home for a little while. Asher had order the soldier to take some time and enjoy the company of his young wife. Ryan wasn’t torn like much of his friends within the company, Cathy helped him, she made sure he knew that things weren’t his fault, she ensured he knew what home was and why he was fighting. Cathy was doing great, she had opened her own clinic thanks to the small fortune her husband made while working for Atlas. Even if he refused to take any credit. Ryan was going out of his mind with boredom being at home, it wasn’t that their weren’t things to be done, it sure as hell wasn’t that he got to make love to his wife every single night, and most mornings. It was just that he missed his brothers in arms. An avid gym nut Ryan was gaining weight and filling out like the brick shit house Catherine married just over a year ago. His attention was perked when she received a text during lunch, he had brought her a Salad and some soup, truthfully just wanted to be out of the house for a little bit, the text was from a Client who was released from the Army, A young man Hector Garza, he wanted to become a member of Atlas but Asher denied him due to drug connections within his immediate family.*

*Hector didn’t take it well and thanks to you was working through some problems, however he had missed his last two appointments before the message would come, As she looked to her phone it would have a picture of an address written down on a single piece of paper, in the written text would be. “I’m going to squash things with my brother, and I’m going to see my niece and my nephew. Thanks for giving me the confidence to face a man I could never when I was a kid. If you don’t hear from me again.., thank you.” Something about the text might make you worry, Hector was doing so well, and something might turn in your stomach, his brother was a known drug dealer for the Los Zetas Cartel. The Address was for Miami, only a couple of hours away and you had nothing else on the books for the day, Besides Ryan was with you and he loved going to South Beach and enjoying the way you looked in a tiny weenie bikini. If you Asked Ryan would insist on stopping to check on Garza before heading out to enjoy the rest of a beautiful Saturday.*

Honey, if it’s worrying you that much let’s just take a trip down to Miami, we could go to the beach, have dinner at that Sea food place you love so much and be back late tonight.

*He knew Cathy, she would want to go if nothing else just to make sure that her client was okay, and maybe scold him for making her worry, she was beautiful woman with a huge heart. Ryan stood taking their paper plates and tossing them before standing and extending his hand to her.*

come on, you know you want to go, besides I want to see you in a bikini already, the excitement is killing me.

(03/20/16 : 01:46:40)
Tell me about your troubles


Catherine Russell
L.M.F.T., B.A., Focus in: after War Care and Mental Health.
| Always listen and hear, don't just act the part. Be the therapist. |
WaW, Miami
REVO


= CITY of TRINITY THERAPY =
-In with a therapist-

says to If you want Peace - Prep: The message would for sure concern her. She would call hospitals in Florida just to be sure, let her know of anyone by these names (says names) came in. After that she discussed her concern with herself first. Ate lunch and let Ryan tell her about his oh so boring time at home. She did listen, she could think and listen a lot. And well. So when they finished she was ready to ask. She asked, and his answer was.. lets go.. your worried, and I want to see you nearly naked. Not his *exact* words, but close enough for the moment. She gave him a crooked smile "You are such a horn-dog Ryan. Love you for it anyway.. but still!" She laughed warmly. as she tease him and stood up after he dump the dishes out. "I'm not booked, so.. let me lock up and we can head there now. Unless you insist on the bikini.. theres likely a nude beach there...somewhere." She grin with a wink at him as she hoist her purse over her shoulder and head out the door.

Once he was out the door, she locked up and he drove them to Miami. She let him decide if they were going nude.. or not. She was more concerned with getting there. And if he was wanting a room, dinner, etc.. well she really was dressed for that. And was comfy sleeping nude while with Him. Alone.. not at all. "I can't tell you about H's problems, but.. I am concerned about a relative of his.. He is known to be in a .. gang.. no, wrong term.. " She mumble over terms and words a moment "Right! Cartel. I'm really concerned ... about .. you know.. Trouble for him.." She glance over at Ryan.

She knew that the gangs were violent, also the cartels. Knew they were bad, and not a little bad, huge bad. But, she also was a civilian, and tried to not mix herself up in knowing all the dark details of them all. It only stressed her out when her boys came home and were turning from the Law to Illegal things. It felt so very wrong.

(03/20/16 : 02:17:27)
If you want Peace - Prepare for War
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Ryan Russell
Atlas Bravo Team
RC : WaW : REVO


= GENERAL LOCATIONS =
-Is somewhere unknown-

says to Tell me about your troub: *Watching his beautiful wife lock the door behind her she was so cute. She was a shy girl at one time, it was Ryan who told her just how beautiful she was, and he always said it. Telling her she was the essence of everything that was sexy about a woman, strong, smart, sweet, kind, she was everything he ever wanted. She had started to dress sexier since he had gotten home, did she do it on purpose her little white dress made his heart stop and parts of him grow in excitement, she had mentioned something about a nude beach it almost had him blushing, she was getting so confident… god she was sexy. His head nodding.*

If you’re game, than I’m game, hell there is nothing sexier than your body in the sunlight, or maybe the moonlight, hell your naked body is just… wow.

*Ryan tried to take nothing seriously, it was his escape from the shit he had seen and the stuff he had done when the time called for it. They walked out to his car, it was A yoked out Acura TL, twin turbo and body kit, it was a pretty sweet little ride just like his Bike, and his beautiful wife, Ryan liked things that were fast, Loud, and responded to his touch. Opening her door first before moving around and climbing in, turning the car on he looked over to you, their was something in your eyes, something that made him wonder about his trip and this young man we were hoping to find.*

Hey, I know what you are thinking. And yes while I think we would both love it if your gave me some road head on the way to Miami. I don’t think it would be the best idea.

*Ryan was attempting to break the awkward silence. Cathy was more than just Ryan’s wife, she was his best friend, she was his heart and his soul. He smiled before pulling out onto the road giving her the chance to plug the address into the GPS, it would take them a little over an hour and a half with no traffic to get to the home. The time sailed by, Ryan bringing up old stories of them getting caught having sexy in her Dean’s office when she was still in College, or another story of her blowing him in a crowded movie theater…*

See… you’re a bad influence on me. No seriously I was a good boy before I met you and broaden my horizon on sex and all other matter of deviance.

*he was of course kidding, she was the angel and he was the little devil that couldn’t keep his hands off of her. but it was working, taking her mind off of where they were going. As they approached the house, the street was quiet, there was nothing going on, no kids outside, not even any animals around them. When they got to the house Ryan kept driving, going another three house before pulling off.*

Something’s not right

*Ryan slipping out of the car and moved to the truck. Popping the truck she would see a small suitcase, pulling at the top to reveal an X86 Submachine gun and his service side arm. Slipping the pistol into the back of his pants and grabbing a couple of spare mags Ryan closed the truck, he wasn’t laughing not right at this moment.*

you might want to get back in the car, honey.

(03/20/16 : 02:35:27)
Tell me about your troubles


Catherine Russell
L.M.F.T., B.A., Focus in: after War Care and Mental Health.
| Always listen and hear, don't just act the part. Be the therapist. |
WaW, Miami
REVO


= GENERAL LOCATIONS =
-Is somewhere unknown-

says to If you want Peace - Prep: Being lost in thought sometimes grew into a bad habit with her. Totally forgetting she shouldn't do it when he was not around, so that she fell into it when he WAS around. So there she was, and he was.. she looked.. really saw him and blinked then a quick and gasp filled "RYAN!" however she laughed at it brightly and wrinkle her nose up at him as she gently poked his leg for being a goof-ball-horn-dog. She listen to him and rolled her eyes at the tales he told again. "OH my God.. really.. That one? You are a dirty man you know.. You asked me for the blow in the theater you boob!" She laughed again and forgot to worry about things. Worry about him and her client and was having a good time till he was driving by the house and then.."Wait.. "

He drove past it, right on past the house and went around and through things and she looked at him very confused "What's going on? Whats 'not right'? Whats that mean babe?" She looked around and back to him. A soft frown on her face, eyes filled with a deep concern. And when he parked she understood.. She had heard those terms. Something BAD.. something deadly.. something.. "Not Right". She start to get out when he told her to stay. She slip right back in and locked the doors. She would only ever open the door for him, be he hurt (God forbid) or knocking at it... She turn then to look out the back window and watch him and when he was out of her sight, she scoot far down and very impatiently... wait.


(03/20/16 : 03:28:11)
If you want Peace - Prepare for War
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Ryan Russell
Atlas Bravo Team
RC : WaW : REVO


= GENERAL LOCATIONS =
-Is somewhere unknown-

says to Tell me about your troub: *Something wasn’t right for sure, the block was full of commercial houses but not a single person was on the street, Ryan had been to places like this, but never in the states. In Iraq his team had drawn on a house used for torturing and killing traitors, or at least those ISIS considered traitors. Ryan pulling the small rifle to his shoulder as he moved to wall of the building close to him, dressed in black cargo pants and a white form fitting T shirt, his rifle slung over his shoulder, his pistol tucked into his pants. What Ryan was about to do was illegal sure, but Asher had a couple politicians in his pocket, and let’s be honest Ryan was just so damn charming. Moving to the house with the address in question. He moved to the door, placing his ear to the door and listening for anything within, When he heard something his eyes opened turning away and moving to the back of the house, his rifle at the ready his eyes keeping forward.*

*A concrete wall standing more than seven feet tall blocked him from the backyard, Ryan’s pace quicken as he approached the wall his hands releasing his weapon and allowing it to fall to the sling, his hands reaching up as he jumped, his body scaling the wall and hoping up atop of it onto his butt. His hands grabbing a hold of the rifle, his right hand pulling the stock to his shoulder his left steadying his gaze. Right finger on the trigger as his head lowered to the scope as his eye falls down sighting the red dot. Two men moving in the backward, the first was cleaning a machete, the second laughing speaking in Spanish a hammer covered in blood in his left hand. Ryan waited for just a second looking to the house and measuring if any of the windows lined up with them, lowering his head again finger squeezing the trigger and firing a single shot, the bullet expelled would suppress within the rifle before flying straight, the bullet connecting with the back of the hammer brothers head causing his head to explode and blood to spray the one looking down into the bucket, the machete man wouldn’t realize what happened as he looked up seeing his friend falling his mouth drop open as my finger pressing the trigger again causing a second shot to sail, the second bullet hitting the second man in the center of his throat, halting his scream and causing him to fall back, he would struggle trying to gain a breath before the darkness would take him as well.*

* remaining on the wall for a moment, when he heard no moment Ryan would leap down and into the backyard. His pace was quick as boots carried him close to the window that led to the back door, Ryan dropped to one knee, listening to the inside, his eyes remaining on the two he downed, not sure if they were alive, fuck did he miss? No they weren’t moving, Hearing a lone person calling toward the backyard, it was the voice of a young man, Ryan waiting stepping back only a bit, as the young man stepped outside, in his left hand was a colt Python, the boy was young maybe 17 but that meant nothing as the boy stepped outside his eyes resting on the bodies as I squeezed the trigger and sent a round through the back of his head. His body falling like a sack of potatoes just a twitch and nothing more, not even a sound.*

* Ryan rose spinning left toward the house, clearing the kitchen before moving in, there sound coming from two rooms, first just off the hallway, probably a bathroom, moving to the door, Ryan listened hearing sound directly in front of him, there was something else. The sound of a power tools coming from the end of the hall. Waiting listening as the sound of the power tools was in use Ryan stepped in his right leg rising up pushing off with his left leg. The ball of his right foot driving into the door and sending it open, a man was sitting on the toilet he was readying a porn magazine his eyes met with mine as I fired three shots into his body. His body falling back and slumping over the toilet before becoming still. Moving quickly through the house that sound now becoming more clear, it was a band saw, moving to the garage door my body leaping into the air as I slammed my shoulder into the door and dove into the room. Only a single man was standing, Bodies lined the floor around him. His face almost like stone as he turned seeing me, his hand reaching for his weapon as mine was already at the ready. The men started to turn as My squeezed the trigger, the first round hitting him in the cheek just under his left eye, lowering the rifle and pressing the trigger three more times as bullets connected into his the middle of his body, the man falling stumbles, his large body falling to his knees as blood filled his lungs and his vision was blurry, his mind raced, lowering my rifle and pulling my pistol as I approached.*

Burn in hell you son of a bitch!

lowering the 50 caliber pistol and unloading into the man’s stomach, it would be a slow and painful death, but not slow enough. The sound of Ryan’s pistol wasn’t suppressed it would easily be heard inside the car, As Ryan moved to the garage door his hands lifting the door allowing the small of bodies to escape the trapped room. If you came to check, if you wanted to see or was worried about Ryan you would see bodies of Hector, his brother his sister, his mother, his 9 year old Niece, his 4 and 1 year old nephew’s they were beaten to death the women and little girl had been raped, and Ryan was white, his eyes closing as he felt the rush of death and agony within the house. They would later learn the walls were filled with drugs and money.*


(03/20/16 : 03:57:54)
Tell me about your troubles


Catherine Russell
L.M.F.T., B.A., Focus in: after War Care and Mental Health.
| Always listen and hear, don't just act the part. Be the therapist. |
WaW, Miami
REVO


= TRANSPORTATION =
-Inside a vehicle-

says to If you want Peace - Prep: Cathy was told many true life stories. Told about the horror, the pain, the tears, the loss. She was told good things too. The animals they saved, the children that laughed and played with them. The mothers that actually wanted a normal life and not this destruction. Saving people, animals, lives. This was none of that. This was her husband going into a deadly place to do something that she liken to a nightmare.

She could never have killed anything but bugs. She did not like them in her house. These were people. She assumed he would have injured them, put them in a box, hell if she knew. She just assumed. She did not look, did not move other than to breathe. She did not want to see her husband shot. Call attention to her position. Or his! She pray to God, what ever God there was. Asking for Ryan to be safe. For her to be safe. For wrongs to be righted. There was a held breath that happen. Life was somehow on pause as she crouch down in the cab of the vehicle.

Life took a breath, then paused. Life was still, now it was paused as Ryan went on the ... hunt? Defense? She knew from speaking to them.. anyone with a weapon was the Enemy. Not called that but they were not friendly. No, they were shot. Even the little ones. Of course the little ones made the men and women all cry. How could they not? They were still shot down. A six year old could still shoot you in the head if they got hold of a gun. She pray that there be no wee ones shot by Ryan here in the city.

As Life stood still she gnaw softly on her bottom lip. Her concern slowly growing, her thoughts for her Beloved Husband growing stronger, bigger. And then Sound! She jump and shoved her thumbs atop her little ear skin and closed the sounds all out. She even closed her eyes without thinking and held her breath. She hummed, it was a song she could not recall the title of or the words to, but she hum to block it all out.

When the cops arrived she was no longer holding her ears, eyes and breath closed from the now vibrating Life. It held sadness and pain now.. It felt like the day was darker, colder somehow. She did not knwo why, nor did she leave the vehicle. Not till Ryan came over, not till he was there to say it was Safe and Okay. She sat there quietly, not 'rubber-necking' or searching. She knew.. if he were alive, her husband would show up. She believed he was, knew it. Cause if he was dead.. she would be. Inside would know. She would just know.. and die. Day by day she would forget to live. But he was alive and she was patient. They would have .. dinner, then.. go to the .. beach.. and .. Make love. Scratchy sand and all.

Hours and hours later, in the dim setting sun he came to the vehicle. Yes, she was hungry, yes she was tired, but there he was! Jumpping from the cab she ran to him then stop and very gently hugged him "I love you Ryan.. " she confirmed her devotion and care of him, her love for this magnificent man. They got back in the truck after a long hug and tender kiss, wound up in a hotel, and she help him clean up. Let him process what he had done and seen and when he was ready he would talk to her. To over do it tonight may hurt his mind. Instead.. she massaged his feet, shoulders and had intimate intercourse with him. She held him, but in time finally fell asleep.