From the Ashes: Believe the Delusion the Motive Is Personal the Delusion Is Real the Question Is Why?

By Jon Duffey

FROM THE ASHES: BELIEVE THE DELUSION
The most horrific terrorist attack since 9/11 has been callously and viciously perpetrated in a suburban Chicago mall one weekend. The damage and severity of the attack has catapulted the United States Anti-Terrorist Squad [USATS} to take charge of the investigation. When two men turn themselves in for their roles, they offer USATS cryptic clues as to the reasoning behind it. Jerry Givens, director of USATS, summons the top counterterrorism squad, The Fellas, to dive head first into the investigation. Unbeknownst to the Fellas, they are being drawn into the ultimate game of cat and mouse against an enemy that has had them in their crosshairs for quite some time. Each member of the Fellas are forced to relive their past in order to deal with the future. This enemy, The Phoenix, have the power and the means and the resolve to carry out their operation against anyone who gets in their way and their power stretches deep into the corridors of the power elite in the US Government. Little do The Fellas know that the ultimate prize for The Phoenix is someone they least expected

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483631325

Jon Duffey

41 year-old, originally from Hicksville, Ohio. Been living in Tampa for the past 32 years.

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I would like to dedicate this to my family here and in Ohio, my friends-you know who you are, EB, The Fellas[V.K.; Ken; JB and Heshimu] My nieces, Emma, Abigail and Elli, your Uncle loves you so.

So who is the guy they caught? asked Jerry Givens.

You mean tortured beyond all means? an analyst replied.

Jerry Givens, 52 year-old head of the United States Anti-Terrorist Squad, USATS for short, has led the squad for the past 15 years. He did 3 tours in Vietnam before a piece of shrapnel shredded his right Achilles tendon and sidelined him from field work. He worked his way up through the appropriate levels before finally landing the job he coveted the most in the city he loved the most, Chicago. Jerry always kept in shape by swimming and weight lifting. He ran his hands through his thinning brown hair and sat down.

More analysts joined Jerry, or as he was often referred to as Uncle Jerry at the long conference table. Jerry’s right hand man was in fact a woman, 43 year-old Nicole Steele, a beautiful African-American with curly hair and steel rimmed glasses that she always wore. Well boss, according to our friends at the I.S.I, his name is… Marcus Gerhardt, also known as Muhammad bin Musharraf, also…

Is he related to the former president of Pakistan? Geoff Flynn asked, USATS top programmer. Geoff is a 28 year-old native Chicagoan with a doctorate in computer engineering and programs.

What do you think Geoff? Jerry asked non-chalantly as he took a drink of his coffee.

I would reckon to say yes, he quietly replied.

Are you mental you two? Musharraf does not necessarily mean relation to the former president over there, Neritza Santiago chimed in. Neritza, the 30 year-old native Puerto Rican was the squad’s second best hacker and was in charge of the security for their systems when the department head, Eugene, was not there.

Excellent point Neritza but that still doesn’t answer, to me at least, what the hell they found out from Marcus. Anyone got the report on what they DID get? Jerry asked.

Nicole shuffled some papers and found what she was looking for, after sticking red hot needles through the skin underneath his eyes, they then poured hydrochloric acid over the gashes on his ribs, courtesy of the local dagger that I am sure one of the soldiers had.

Skip the good stuff and tell me what was said, demanded Jerry.

"All he said was through the translation was wind, mall, delta, seal and one more word that was after the fact, plijen."

Plijen Steele? What the hell is that? Geoff asked.

Jerry set down his coffee with a concerned look on his face.

What’s up boss? Neritza asked.

Now the ISI said that there was going to be a major attack on US soil. This Marcus fellow, is he free lance?

Steele looked quickly at the dossier on Marcus, seems that way, spent time with Shamil Basayev in Chechnya, with the guerillas in the Philippines and Morocco, was nabbed leaving Iraq heading back to meet with members of Al-Qaeda.

Jerry continued, What are we to discern of these words that Markie gave up? There was silence. Come on people! Think! We’re all intelligent people here.

Geoff cleared his throat, wind could be here in Chicago, obviously mall is one of the malls in the area, not too sure aboot…

Steele interrupted, did you just say aboot?

Continue on Geoff, Jerry interjected.

Plijen we’re still unsure of and seal and delta could be any number of things.

Plijen is Chechen and… Jerry chimed in.

Chechen, how do you know that? Steele asked.

Jerry plopped back into his chair, I’ve been around. Geoff, you and Neritza start searching the malls in the area and see if there is something happening coming up that may raise a flag as a possible target.

What about seal and delta? Neritza asked. Jerry ignored the question at first, seal, maybe the zoo? Delta is too broad of a term.

You heard the boss, let’s go people! Steele shouted. The members rose from their chairs and left the table. She waited till they all left before she said what are you thinking Jerry?

Jerry stared at the dossier of Marcus, ignoring the question.

Boss? she asked again.

Jerry sighed, I just hope we can find the target before it’s too late.

The evasion of my question will only delay the answer.

Jerry looked at his assistant, still remaining quiet.

Steele threw the pen aside, I get it, leave it alone Nicole. Get to your station Nicole. Boss doesn’t wanna tell you, take a clue, she said angrily as she left.

Once she was gone, Jerry quietly said God help us if it who I think it is.

*     *     *

Ready to go? the truck driver asked.

The man at the dealer gave the driver back his clipboard, drive safe, this is the first year that the mall is having this event inside.

The driver slammed the door and took the clipboard back, what a way to start off I guess, thirteen cars inside. Thank you kindly, the driver replied. He put on his Cubs baseball cap over his dirty blond hair and started the truck up. He gave the obligatory honk and drove away.

Hey Jimmy, help me with these doors, Richard said. He opened one set of the doors as Jimmy opened the others. It was 2:30 A.M. and he was at Oakwood Mall with the others, prepping it for the cars to be on display.

What about the other doors? asked Jimmy, a 20-something Asian-American with long black hair.

Already tended to. Boss wants this to go off without a hitch, he’s paying us overtime to do this, so what the hey huh? Richard replied. Jimmy nodded in agreement.

It was approaching 3 A.M. when a worker from the local air conditioning company arrived. Gotta put in something for the car show, he said as he handed Richard the paperwork. Richard was confused as to why a man was here this early in the morning to work on the air.

Richard had no clue what he was looking at, all he knew was that it was a bunch of words and numbers he didn’t understand. Go ahead, do what you gotta do, we close up at four.

The A/C man nodded and went to his truck. A few minutes later, he came back with a canister on a dolly that he wheeled to its destination.

Yo Rich, all the cars are placed, let’s get outta here, Jimmy said as he cracked his knuckles.

The mall opened at exactly 8 A.M. The crowd was expected to be constant throughout the day as this was the first time that there was a car show with cars inside. Balloons were everywhere and all the cars were neatly parked, shined up so well that people could see the food stuck in their teeth after having eaten at the food court. Stores were opening and the employees were getting ready for the days festivities. There would be clowns, prize giveaways, games and so much more; this would truly be a fun and enjoyable day for the revelers at Oakwood Mall.

Steele? asked Jerry from his desk.

Steele was walking past his door when she stopped. Yeah boss?

Jerry tossed his pen down tell the troops that any info at all I want them to tell you directly then you tell me, okay?

Steele fixed her glasses, no prob boss.

Jerry sighed deeply and went back to his computer.

And here’s your coffee sir, the young girl said as she handed the man his hot cup of coffee.

Thank you, he smiled warmly and found the closest table he could. The food court was teeming with people coming to and fro. The gentleman was in his mid 30’s, clean cut with a goatee. He grabbed the newspaper he had, opened it up and began to read. A moment later his cell phone chirped, which he knew that was a text message. He looked at the message, quickly replied and got back to reading the news.

Mommy, when can we go see the clowns? a little boy asked.

The mother patted his brown hair and replied in a little bit Mikey, your daddy wants to look at cars first.

Mighty fine car you are looking at, an employee said to a customer. It was the car located on the right side of the five that were put in the middle. Name’s Todd Ruiz, just let me know if I can help you, he said as he walked back to his table. The customer was in her mid 20’s and was kind of impressed with how nice Todd looked. She liked his dimples and his close cropped black hair. She knew that he was an athlete because he kept himself in shape; she may just have to take him up on that.

Pardon me sir, what time do you have? a lady asked the coffee drinking man.

He looked at his watch and replied ten till noon.

The lady with the curly red hair said thanks, the movie starts at a quarter after; I still got time, thanks again. She scurried off.

Out of the corner of his right eye, he noticed the man who worked on the A/C the night before come walking in with his dolly. The two made eye contact and then he went back to reading his paper.

Boss?

Yeah Geoff, Jerry set his glasses down as Geoff stood at his door.

I think I may have a lead on the whole seal and delta thing, he was looking for a paper in his folder.

Unless you are an attractive female with glasses I do not want to see you.

But boss? Shouldn’t we notify the Fellas about this?

Geoff, my instructions were tacit, that’s means clear for the uneducated which you are currently coming off as being, and Jake and the Keller’s are on vacation, they will be back in three days, Jerry said.

Geoff said nothing and walked away.

Two workers sat down at a table a few feet away from the coffee drinking man. Glad we got that new trash doo hickey thing set up outside, one of them said.

The other chuckled, doo hickey?

You know what I mean, he laughed. Seemed heavier this time didn’t it?

You know Sam; they don’t pay us to think.

Point taken Gary, let’s get outta here, I don’t do crowds too well. The men left the table.

The coffee drinking man took out his cell phone and sent a message, closed it and went back to reading the sports.

The college student found Todd at his table reading over some paperwork when she approached. Todd? she asked.

He raised his head and smiled at her, her heart skipped a beat. Are you ready to talk about your car yet?

She giggled, Would you mind? she asked as she played with her blond hair.

He smiled and offered her a seat, Have a seat…

Evelyn.

Evelyn, please have a seat. She set her purse in her lap and scooted her chair up to the table.

Hold on one sec please, gotta set my alarm on my watch to remind me when I take my medicine. He pressed the side of his watch. What Evelyn and the others at the mall did not know was that he just started the countdown.

Are you sick? she asked, genuinely concerned.

Diabetic gotta do the shot thing, I won’t bore you with it, okay, and now which car were you looking at?

Boss?

Yeah Nicole.

Nicole walked in and sat at the chair across from his desk.

Geoff seems to have come up with this notion that delta means…

Is he now Webster? Is he quoting from his dictionary that he wrote and that world adheres to and uses when… ?

Hey calm down, I’m just trying to relay…

I’m fine Nicole, I don’t mean to come off as combative, and I just don’t want an attack in my city.

How can we be so certain that it will be here in Chicago? Are you holding back on me? She stared at him intently.

Jerry cracked his knuckles as he stared back. As you may or may not know, my brother-in-law was the former US Attorney General.

Nicole nodded; she remembered this coming up in conversation before.

Anyways, he got out of his chair, he still has reliable sources in the hallowed halls of DC and they have in fact confirmed that an attack is imminent and it will happen in Chicago.

Steele took her glasses off, what else did he say, if anything? Has he told Jake anything?

Nothing, that’s just it, it doesn’t add up. Jake and the others won’t be back for three days anyway. He was confident in his sources but he wouldn’t elaborate to me anymore. All he said was that it will happen.

Nicole dropped her head for a moment, but where?

*     *     *

The A/C man walked out of the back without the dolly this time. The coffee drinking man noticed the A/C man leaving, looked at his watch; it read 12:05 P.M… He grabbed his belongings and left as well.

The woman going to the movie was leaving to go to the theatres when she glanced at her watch; it read 12:09 P.M.

A man who was outside a shoe store, Yusuf Little, a early 20’s African-American college student with a White Sox ball cap on, set down a pair of new shoes he was looking at when he noticed mist coming out of the vents. He knew what the meant. Quickly he looked around and started to make his way towards the exit.

The coffee drinking man pulled his cell phone out, punched in a number and walked away.

Todd was flirting with Evelyn when his alarm went off, hold that thought, gotta do the shot thing, I’ll be right back, he smiled at her as he took his bag and left to use the bathroom where he can apply the shot.

The mist was getting heavier as it turned into smoke. People were confused and some started to panic, not knowing what to make of it. It was 12:15 P.M. when all hell broke loose. First, inside the trash doo—hickey, a massive fireball erupted and blew apart the metal container like it was built from matches. Confusion and panic began to set in as people were curious as to the explosion, many stopped and didn’t know what to do next, and they just became sitting ducks. Fumes were then released from the ventilation system, a poisonous gas spewed out, Sarin had been released. Terror then took over as people began to run for the exits. Many fell and died instantly upon inhalation.

Mommy? Mommy? Wake up! Mikey screamed at his mom, she had breathed in the gas and collapsed.

People were running out when the two cars at the north exit exploded in a raging fireball. The east exit was next to go when those two cars were ripped apart by massive explosions. The traffic outside came to a halt as the explosions happened. Numerous accidents happened outside as well with the drivers. The west and south exits went off simultaneously with their blasts. The death toll was unreal. Customers were starting to head back in to avoid the rubble and damage. Panic and terror and fear were prevalent with the people.

Todd casually walked to a waiting white, non-descript van and got in. Yusuf and the coffee drinking man were sitting in the back. He pressed a button on his watch once again, he found himself whistling the theme to the Adams family. People who were lucky to make it out of the massacre were getting to their cars and trying to notify the authorities for help.

The five lone cars remaining in the middle exploded all at once, the people there had no chance of living. The van carrying Todd made its way into traffic and slowly sped off in the opposite direction.

Boss?!

I heard Nicole, we just got hit, Oakwood mall in Palatine, Jerry took his coffee cup and threw it against the wall, shattering it. Get my nephew and the Keller’s back in here ASAP!

*     *     *

Two days after the massacre, USATS got a huge break in finding out who was behind the attack when two men, Yusuf and Todd gave themselves up. The two walked quietly into the building where USATS was housed and peacefully turned themselves in. All they had on them were a folder each with envelopes with specific names on them. Steele oversaw them being put into separate holding rooms till Jerry came in. She stood at the one way glass and looked at Todd; he was whistling still and chuckling to himself. She turned around at noticed Yusuf dozing off. Anger started to boil at the callousness of these two, how dare they act like nothing major happened, she thought to herself. She wanted to sink her claws into them but she couldn’t till Jerry arrived.

It was a little after eleven A.M. when Jerry finally arrived. He was drinking bottled water when he found Steele. Hey Nicole, Evan was just getting me up to speed on these guys. They just walked in and turned themselves in without incident?

Steele scratched her chin, doesn’t make sense to me boss. They just strolled in, said that they were responsible for the Oakwood massacre and sat down on the visitors couch.

Jerry looked at the files on the two. No past history of trouble with the law. Did they have anything on them?

Steele put her glasses on top of her head, all they had was wallets, keys, no weapons and envelopes.

Jerry looked up, envelopes?

Yeah, five envelopes. Four had names on them and one was plain.

Have Evan bring me those please, Jerry instructed.

Steele called out to Evan who was walking by. Evan, got those envelopes?

Evan walked over and gave the envelopes to Steele. Here’s the plain one, one for Quincy, Lawton…

Quincy? Lawton?

Steele paused for a moment. Yeah, they are some of the top field agents…

Is there one for Edgerin? And save the sarcasm for someone who gives a shit right now, okay

Steele was reluctant now, yeah and one for Jacob.

Jerry closed his eyes and dropped his head. She handed him the two remaining envelopes. What’s up boss?

Did either of these two say anything else? he asked.

Boss, are you gonna tell me what is…

Steele, did they say anything else? he impatiently asked.

Steele knew not to push, she had seen him get aggravated to the extreme before and it was not a pretty sight. Yusuf asked to speak to Atwell and Edgerin. Todd wanted to talk to Quincy and Lawton, no one else.

No lawyers? Jerry was taken aback by their request.

Nope, just them. Waived their rights to have one.

Okay, you get all the info you can on these two and get it to me ASAP, he said as he headed out.

Where are you going?

My office, I have a call to make. Now I know what delta and seal meant, he said as the elevator doors slid close.

*     *     *

The clock struck 2 P.M when Jerry’s nephew and the Keller’s arrived. Their Caribbean vacation with their women cut short, Jake and the others signed in and were immediately greeted by Steele. She could tell that they were in a sour mood. Affectionately known as The Fellas around the office, Jacob Atwell and the Keller brothers, Edgerin, Quincy and Lawton, have been with USATS since its infancy. Many stories were told about how The Fellas were able to stop major attacks from happening and how they brought some of the most dangerous terrorists the world never heard of to justice.

Why are we here Steele? We still had time left, Lawton said. He was the middle of the three brother’s age wise. He scratched his goatee and looked around.

No shit was learning how to snorkel with my woman when we got the call, Quincy chimed in. The oldest of the three siblings, he ran his hand over his close cropped hair.

Is it about the mall massacre in Palatine? Jacob, or Jake as he was known, asked. Jake was in his mid 30’s with short brown hair and a goatee that needed to see its trimmer soon. He kept himself in shape by working out 5 days a week at the local YMCA.

Any fuck sticks claim responsibility for it yet? Edgerin wondered. Edgerin was the shortest and stockiest of the trio. He fixed his glasses and was looking around himself to see if he could find a familiar face.

Steele nodded to each of them and began to walk into the office. Where is Eugene?

Jake took off his Cubs hat and said His in-law is sick.

How bad was it? Quincy asked.

They followed her and walked down a long corridor to the conference room. Steele kept quiet as the other members of USATS nodded and waved towards the Fellas.

They made it into the conference room where she sat down at a chair on the side. She stood while the Fellas sat down.

Come on Steele, level with us, said Lawton as he poured himself a glass of water. He did the same for the others.

Preliminary reports and eyewitness accounts paint a grim and rather violent scene, she said as she clicked the remote and the main 50-inch plasma showed a picture taken from a satellite of the sight. As you can see, total and utter carnage.

There they are!

The Fellas turned their heads and noticed Uncle Jerry walking in. Uncle J, how do you do?

Lawton, I am splendid, he replied as he sat at the head of the long conference table.

The Fellas all nodded towards Uncle Jerry.

Looking a little peaked there Unc…

Well Edge, if you know what we’ve been through, you could appreciate it, he said as he drank from his coffee mug.

How is your dad Jake? Your brother? Still with Dana? he quickly asked as he finished the cup and set it down.

Everyone is fine, Dana sends her love too. She was, as well as the other women, a little peeved that our vacation was cut short but they will get over it.

This is bad fellas, no lie.

Nicole walked over and handed the remote to Jerry. She sat down and started to take notes.

First got wind of the attack from the ISI in Pakistan from a guy they nabbed,

Are we into trusting the ISI now? Jake wondered.

Their record for solid Intel leaves a lot to be desired to say the least, Quincy said as he was looking at the screen.

No Eugene?

Out of town, his wife’s mom is ill, said Jake.

Well, bring him up to speed when he gets back. Okay, now you all know what happened at the mall in Palatine. Homeland and all other agencies have been helping us out in anyway they possibly can, Jerry explained.

Anything jives with the eyewitness reports? asked Quincy.

I can tell you Q, what we have learned is that there apparently were coordinated car bombs that went off, covering the four exits then in the middle, around the food court area, Jerry explained as he used the laser pointer to point at the map of the mall. The outer bombs were meant to draw the crowd back into the middle and then viola; the fit REALLY hit the shan."

Lawton whistled as if to say whoa.

Exactly Lawton, these guys has this planned out to get the most extreme casualties they could and to cause as much carnage as possible.

Any of the witnesses able to give any other information? asked Jake.

Jerry looked at his paperwork, a white, non-descript van was seen peeling out of the parking lot and it headed away from the mall. He handed the paper to his nephew who sat next to him.

Opposite of where everything went down? Edge inquired.

Jerry nodded.

Homeland or anyone else able to come up with anything? wondered Quincy.

Still working on it but there are preliminary reports that Sarin was used…

But? I sense a but Uncle J

Well Lawton, you could say it’s a rather large but.

How big we talking? Like J-Lo big? I mean Sarin is pretty much some nasty shit, only pros can get their hands on that, Edge asked.

Jerry chuckled, not like that. But two guys gave themselves up today. And on them, there were these photographs, he handed the Fellas two envelopes. Jake grabbed one while Quincy grabbed the other. They opened them and began to look at the glossy prints.

Where were these taken from? Lawton asked.

Jerry paused for a moment; he gauged each man’s reaction to seeing the photos. They all had an uneasy look fall over them and that is when Jerry continued. Q, the photos you are seeing were taken from a camp in North Africa.

Al-Qaeda?

Jerry shook his head and continued, Not sure if it is associated with them or not, the other ones were from the Ukraine.

And these? Edge asked.

Chechnya and Afghanistan. The pictures that the Fellas were looking at were of them and their families in different locations around Chicago.

The Fellas were now focused even more. Who are they and how the hell did they come across these photos? Jake wondered.

Jerry grabbed the dossiers and handed them to Jake and Edge. Edge, kindly pass Mister Ruiz to Quincy and Lawton, you and Jake get Yusuf.

May I ask why?

Jerry cracked his knuckles and said well Q, seems that Ruiz specifically asked to talk to you and Lawton, no lawyer.

The duo looked at each other. No lawyer huh?

No Q, none.

So my partner and I get Yusuf.

Brilliant deduction Einstein, Lawton said to his brother.

We got them in holding two and three, Jake you are in two, Jerry said as the Fellas slowly left.

How hard do we press them? Do you want mild or extreme? Quincy asked as they got up from the table.

This isn’t a burrito you are ordering, fellas, just go do what you guys do.

The Fellas reached their destination and stopped, they looked at the men at the tables. Happy hunting, Jake said. He knocked on his door and Quincy knocked on his. A security guard in each opened the doors as they entered.

The men of the hour, about time you flea bags arrived, Yusuf shot off.

Jake looked at Edge as they sat down. Edge was on Yusuf’s right.

Go ahead Atwell, open your envelope, you too Edge. You got the nut sack to open ’em? How about them pictures? Pretty high scale drug store quality pictures huh? Yusuf was wearing an orange torn t-shirt with a marijuana symbol on it and white shorts.

Jake stared at Yusuf and took his envelope. He opened it with his pen he was carrying and took out a sheet of paper. Death twitches my ear. ‘Live he says, I am coming.’ Didn’t Barney sing about this in one of his songs? Drug store quality huh? How fucking stupid are you? Clearly those come from the mall, Jake sarcastically replied.

"Did you just reference Barney? The dinosaur? Nice outfit, your mama dress you?"

Yeah Edge or it could have been Barney Fife, open yours.

Edge looked at Yusuf as he opened his, keep off your thoughts from things that are past and done; for thinking of the past wakes regret and pain. Wasn’t that a title of a movie on Lifetime network?

You guys really have no fucking clue what you are up against, do you?

Well if it’s your fashion sense then we are screwed, Jake replied.

Mister Ruiz…

Why don’t you and your bitch ass brother sit down.

Lawton looked at his brother and took a seat to Ruiz’s right.

Ruiz leaned forward and pointed you guys ain’t getting shit from me? Like the pictures? Seems like to me that the two of you are royally fucked. Ruiz had a torn, blue polo shirt and khaki pants that looked like they needed to be washed quickly.

Why would we want your shit? We know only that it’s for the trizaks you stay with, that’s women for the rest of the uneducated, and how those pictures landed with your punk ass is besides me, explained Lawton.

Yeah Chico suave, we don’t eat manure or play in it. I know this, you WILL be neck deep in it if you don’t tell us what we wanna know, finished Quincy.

Ruiz began to smile, open your envelopes, go ahead, I ain’t going anywhere.

Ya’ think? Lemme see mine Q.

Lawton grabbed his envelope and opened it, Beware the fury of a patient man. I think I saw that in a fortune cookie.

Quincy smiled and opened his, the height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it. Wasn’t this on a Hallmark card?

I know this much, your bitch of a brother and Atwell just got a surprise.

Did we oppress you in some afterlife? Did this anger and hostility stem from a broken childhood where you found out that your mom and dad were in fact brother and sister?

Spill it jagoff or we’ll…

Ruiz interrupted Quincy will do two things, nothing and suck my balls.

Quincy just stared at Ruiz, smiled a little and turned to his brother; they both give a slight nod. Quincy reached down and grabbed his chair he was sitting in and with a quick flick, he threw it at Ruiz and it nailed him in the face, the end of the seat hit him on the bridge of his nose. Ruiz crumbled to the floor.

Lawton stood over him, first lesson Erin go bitch, Quincy crack corn and he don’t give a shit, you dig?!

Quincy leaned over Ruiz and noticed blood from his nose. That looked painful, did it hurt? For those who are intellectually declined such as your punk ass, Erin go bitch is a play on Erin go Bragh, an old Irish wives tale or some shit and you know what else, Lawton is right, I don’t give a shit! Now what were you going to tell us?

Uncle Jerry walked