You put me on their fucking radar ...you chimp ...'Confessions of Patroclus' cont.
"You see kiddo ...It works like this ...every body wants to be like us ,but everybody can't be like us...
WE do whatever the fuck we want...out in the field ...nobody breathing down the back of your neck...nobody looking over your shoulder...no supervision...that's the beauty of being a knight ...Out in the field you do whatever the fuck you want...within limits of course ...can't run around like some some fucking animals ...'wilding out' and shit...You can't go around robbing banks and shooting up public places...looting and raping... selling dope on the schoolyards like some darker beings and shit...leave that to the goobs and other animals ...the races 'of color' as they call themselves...Conduct unbefitting a knight of the Order of the Noble Scion of Gleaming Neoptolemus the son of Glorious Achilles Triumphant...Conduct unworthy of those blessed with Natural Superiority...unless you're disguised in black face...Hahahahahahahaha...blame all that crime shit on the darkies ...Hahahahahahahaha !"
...Patroclus can always be counted upon to make himself laugh...Necrophilius, his young apprentice aka Squire , knows to read the obvious clues when his knight is being serious or intending humor. When the knight would use his wide grasping palm to smooth the straw colored hair back ..as if revealing his face ...for approval after making a humorous remark ...or the blue gleam in his at times penetrating , almost lunatic, eyes that signal the youth his knight is making a joke and expecting laughter ...like expectations of paying a tax of sorts...
"You're gonna love being a knight ,kid...
Now check this out ...you know that building on 43rd and Bradley ...the apartments near the 'Jumbo Juice' place where all the yoga chicks and aspiring models all hang out ...in their tight little yoga pants, switching their tight little butts...Yeah" ...just the thought makes Patroclus grit his teeth, clench his right hand and exhale strongly through the nostrils...
"Kid, I took you there a few months back when we were working that score with Idas and his crew ...fucking over them Albanian pimps?
Not a lot of cash on that job...that fucking Idas always exaggerates the money... but them Albanians had some sweet little whores..." He gazes off fondly...pauses a second or two ...smiles...
"Remember...When that fat madam made the crack about you looking too young to even be shaving and said you were probably still a virgin ?"
The laughter from Patroclus revives the boy's memory of that particular humiliation...He squeezes down his anger at this one of the many humiliations he has endured during his pagehood and now squireship under his knight's tutelage...
"My time will come ..just wait ...just wait ...poker face ...until then" he tells himself ...to calm the intensity of the insult he still felt...
"Fat Albanian bitch could suck some dick though ,couldn't she ? " Patroclus absently rubs his hand across his crotch and resumes his gaze off into the distance...
"Guess that... sucking dick's what got her into the country in the first place ...hahaha!"
The squire reads his knight correctly and laughs on cue.
But anyhow kid , that apartment building , near the park , good schools nearby , upscale , private 24 hour a day security ...Yoga, Starbucks , Jumbo Juice all in walking distance...a fucking yuppie paradise ...That building is owned by a real estate company... The real estate company is held by a holding company registered off shore ...Holding company belongs to a group of knights and some dumbfuck private contractors doing work for the government ...no field work ...no James Bond shit...Them geeks and pencil pushers... a bunch of computer nerds and information geeks ...no field work...field work incompetents ...just some 'sig-int' boys ...'signals intelligence' specialists who can't wipe their own ass without a stack of satellite photos to first analyze where it is...a bunch of desk jockeys who wouldn't know the business end of an assault rifle from the rifle butt...Yup...leave that field work and 'Double Oh Seven' shit to us knights...or well.. leave it to us knights and us 'soon to be' knights ..."
Patroclus quickly glances at the boy ....the boy just as quickly lifts his chest and smiles slightly as if expecting to be examined by his knight for the proper reaction expected at the mention of future knight hood ..."Proper enthusiasm delivered at the prospect of knighthood ...check " ...the boy notes to himself as if a pilot in training going through his pre take off flight check list of requirement items.
"The information geeks bid on government contracts ...they are all former government employees ...NSA , DIA, DEA ,FEMA, Homeland ...They still got their government security clearance ...makes it easier to win bids for government contracts ...already vetted ...
Mostly computer geek shit anyway ...but it pays good...Any how, these computer geek fucks got a holding company off shore that controls the real estate company that owns the apartment building .
These computer geeks rent apartments to themselves and write off the cost as a business expense ...
They bid on government contracts doing computer geek shit ...get the jobs because they are already vetted by government so they can be trusted to do sensitive computer geek shit for the government and make good money as independent contractors...
But not only do they have security clearance...the apartments they use to do their computer geek shit for the government ...those apartments are in a building under 24 hour a day surveillance by private security companies owned and run by ...you guessed it ,kiddo ...US! Private security companies owned and operated by Knights of the Order of the Noble Scion of Gleaming Neoptolemus...Son of Glorious Achilles Triumphant ...
The geeks doing the computer geek shit for the government contracts write off on their taxes the expense of hiring private security as well as the expense of renting apartments ...in the building the geeks themselves own ...through an off shore Holding company...
As a member of private security for the building ...I got an apartment in there...it's part of my compensation...You ever need a place to crash, kiddo ...or need the place to bring a chick to on some horny evening ...just let your knight know ..."
Patroclus, ever the entertainer, cannot restrain himself and segues into a pantomime of dramatic hand gestures in which he sings the the song "Some Enchanted Evening" to improvised lyrics beginning with "On Some Horny Evening. "
Necrophelius is doubling over in laughter at his knight...it is at moments like this when the youth experiences actual affection for his longtime mentor ...makes the crime and bloodshed the boy has witnessed during his apprenticeship under Patroclus and the youth's neophyte status in The Order almost worthwhile...almost tolerable ...
One day soon this ass-kissing apprenticeship will end ...he will gain the status he has sought so long, as Knight of the Order ...the money... the prestige, the hot women and the respect ...the lucrative Rights of Plunder ...the freedom to ,as Patroclus so accurately expresses it , "the freedom and means to do whatever the fuck you want to."
...And most importantly ...no more required groveling for his mentor or the other Knights of the Order or pretending to hold even the slightest respect for the idiot Berserkers of the steroid incensed ,muscle-bound Varangian Guard...a competing ancient order of Viking mercenaries the Order of the Noble Scion of Gleaming Neoptolemus the Son of Glorious Achilles Triumphant was forced to hire due to chronic manpower shortages...
As a knight he could hire his own crew of mercenaries...stateless Basques, provisional Irish , Quebecois, Canadian separatists , Vang Pao Laotians, race rabid ,sore loser Afrikaans Broderbund and Rhodesians ,or simply bored Aussies...
The boy knew the world unfortunately has always been filled with morally rudderless idiots with all the skills but minus the qualms, to kill for money...
And of course there were the Oligarchs ...even knights were expected to profess loyalty and obedience to the Oligarchy that governed the Order and each knight was expected to be proficient at plundering enemies of the Order and random victims and tithe portions of those earnings up to the Oligarchs in hopes that through patronage of a particular oligarch such as the esteemed , white haired and ever tanned ,leathery skinned Lycanthropus ,once a notoriously feared knight himself , through patronage of an oligarch one could be awarded lucrative Rights of Plunder over victims and enemies of the Order and perhaps one day, even sponsorship into the Oligarchy itself ...those hallowed , blood soaked corridors of wealth and power where if one plotted efficiently and connived properly, he could hope to someday live the dream and grasp the ever elusive and rarely ever attained status of The Three Eyed Owl ..."OoO status" ...
The Oligarch of Oligarchs
...the status as "The Alexander of the Order"...for history shows that Alexander of Macedon traced his own family to legendary and Glorious Achilles Triumphant back through Alexander's mother Olympias to the son of Achilles ,Neoptolemus through the offspring of 'Gleaming' Neoptolemus with his captured concubine ,the princess Andromache the sad widow of Hector ,Prince of Troy and at the time of his demise, Hector the Trojan champion , the general of their army as well as the chosen heir to the throne of the kingdom...
WE do whatever the fuck we want...out in the field ...nobody breathing down the back of your neck...nobody looking over your shoulder...no supervision...that's the beauty of being a knight ...Out in the field you do whatever the fuck you want...within limits of course ...can't run around like some some fucking animals ...'wilding out' and shit...You can't go around robbing banks and shooting up public places...looting and raping... selling dope on the schoolyards like some darker beings and shit...leave that to the goobs and other animals ...the races 'of color' as they call themselves...Conduct unbefitting a knight of the Order of the Noble Scion of Gleaming Neoptolemus the son of Glorious Achilles Triumphant...Conduct unworthy of those blessed with Natural Superiority...unless you're disguised in black face...Hahahahahahahaha...blame all that crime shit on the darkies ...Hahahahahahahaha !"
...Patroclus can always be counted upon to make himself laugh...Necrophilius, his young apprentice aka Squire , knows to read the obvious clues when his knight is being serious or intending humor. When the knight would use his wide grasping palm to smooth the straw colored hair back ..as if revealing his face ...for approval after making a humorous remark ...or the blue gleam in his at times penetrating , almost lunatic, eyes that signal the youth his knight is making a joke and expecting laughter ...like expectations of paying a tax of sorts...
"You're gonna love being a knight ,kid...
Now check this out ...you know that building on 43rd and Bradley ...the apartments near the 'Jumbo Juice' place where all the yoga chicks and aspiring models all hang out ...in their tight little yoga pants, switching their tight little butts...Yeah" ...just the thought makes Patroclus grit his teeth, clench his right hand and exhale strongly through the nostrils...
"Kid, I took you there a few months back when we were working that score with Idas and his crew ...fucking over them Albanian pimps?
Not a lot of cash on that job...that fucking Idas always exaggerates the money... but them Albanians had some sweet little whores..." He gazes off fondly...pauses a second or two ...smiles...
"Remember...When that fat madam made the crack about you looking too young to even be shaving and said you were probably still a virgin ?"
The laughter from Patroclus revives the boy's memory of that particular humiliation...He squeezes down his anger at this one of the many humiliations he has endured during his pagehood and now squireship under his knight's tutelage...
"My time will come ..just wait ...just wait ...poker face ...until then" he tells himself ...to calm the intensity of the insult he still felt...
"Fat Albanian bitch could suck some dick though ,couldn't she ? " Patroclus absently rubs his hand across his crotch and resumes his gaze off into the distance...
"Guess that... sucking dick's what got her into the country in the first place ...hahaha!"
The squire reads his knight correctly and laughs on cue.
But anyhow kid , that apartment building , near the park , good schools nearby , upscale , private 24 hour a day security ...Yoga, Starbucks , Jumbo Juice all in walking distance...a fucking yuppie paradise ...That building is owned by a real estate company... The real estate company is held by a holding company registered off shore ...Holding company belongs to a group of knights and some dumbfuck private contractors doing work for the government ...no field work ...no James Bond shit...Them geeks and pencil pushers... a bunch of computer nerds and information geeks ...no field work...field work incompetents ...just some 'sig-int' boys ...'signals intelligence' specialists who can't wipe their own ass without a stack of satellite photos to first analyze where it is...a bunch of desk jockeys who wouldn't know the business end of an assault rifle from the rifle butt...Yup...leave that field work and 'Double Oh Seven' shit to us knights...or well.. leave it to us knights and us 'soon to be' knights ..."
Patroclus quickly glances at the boy ....the boy just as quickly lifts his chest and smiles slightly as if expecting to be examined by his knight for the proper reaction expected at the mention of future knight hood ..."Proper enthusiasm delivered at the prospect of knighthood ...check " ...the boy notes to himself as if a pilot in training going through his pre take off flight check list of requirement items.
"The information geeks bid on government contracts ...they are all former government employees ...NSA , DIA, DEA ,FEMA, Homeland ...They still got their government security clearance ...makes it easier to win bids for government contracts ...already vetted ...
Mostly computer geek shit anyway ...but it pays good...Any how, these computer geek fucks got a holding company off shore that controls the real estate company that owns the apartment building .
These computer geeks rent apartments to themselves and write off the cost as a business expense ...
They bid on government contracts doing computer geek shit ...get the jobs because they are already vetted by government so they can be trusted to do sensitive computer geek shit for the government and make good money as independent contractors...
But not only do they have security clearance...the apartments they use to do their computer geek shit for the government ...those apartments are in a building under 24 hour a day surveillance by private security companies owned and run by ...you guessed it ,kiddo ...US! Private security companies owned and operated by Knights of the Order of the Noble Scion of Gleaming Neoptolemus...Son of Glorious Achilles Triumphant ...
The geeks doing the computer geek shit for the government contracts write off on their taxes the expense of hiring private security as well as the expense of renting apartments ...in the building the geeks themselves own ...through an off shore Holding company...
As a member of private security for the building ...I got an apartment in there...it's part of my compensation...You ever need a place to crash, kiddo ...or need the place to bring a chick to on some horny evening ...just let your knight know ..."
Patroclus, ever the entertainer, cannot restrain himself and segues into a pantomime of dramatic hand gestures in which he sings the the song "Some Enchanted Evening" to improvised lyrics beginning with "On Some Horny Evening. "
Necrophelius is doubling over in laughter at his knight...it is at moments like this when the youth experiences actual affection for his longtime mentor ...makes the crime and bloodshed the boy has witnessed during his apprenticeship under Patroclus and the youth's neophyte status in The Order almost worthwhile...almost tolerable ...
One day soon this ass-kissing apprenticeship will end ...he will gain the status he has sought so long, as Knight of the Order ...the money... the prestige, the hot women and the respect ...the lucrative Rights of Plunder ...the freedom to ,as Patroclus so accurately expresses it , "the freedom and means to do whatever the fuck you want to."
...And most importantly ...no more required groveling for his mentor or the other Knights of the Order or pretending to hold even the slightest respect for the idiot Berserkers of the steroid incensed ,muscle-bound Varangian Guard...a competing ancient order of Viking mercenaries the Order of the Noble Scion of Gleaming Neoptolemus the Son of Glorious Achilles Triumphant was forced to hire due to chronic manpower shortages...
As a knight he could hire his own crew of mercenaries...stateless Basques, provisional Irish , Quebecois, Canadian separatists , Vang Pao Laotians, race rabid ,sore loser Afrikaans Broderbund and Rhodesians ,or simply bored Aussies...
The boy knew the world unfortunately has always been filled with morally rudderless idiots with all the skills but minus the qualms, to kill for money...
And of course there were the Oligarchs ...even knights were expected to profess loyalty and obedience to the Oligarchy that governed the Order and each knight was expected to be proficient at plundering enemies of the Order and random victims and tithe portions of those earnings up to the Oligarchs in hopes that through patronage of a particular oligarch such as the esteemed , white haired and ever tanned ,leathery skinned Lycanthropus ,once a notoriously feared knight himself , through patronage of an oligarch one could be awarded lucrative Rights of Plunder over victims and enemies of the Order and perhaps one day, even sponsorship into the Oligarchy itself ...those hallowed , blood soaked corridors of wealth and power where if one plotted efficiently and connived properly, he could hope to someday live the dream and grasp the ever elusive and rarely ever attained status of The Three Eyed Owl ..."OoO status" ...
The Oligarch of Oligarchs
...the status as "The Alexander of the Order"...for history shows that Alexander of Macedon traced his own family to legendary and Glorious Achilles Triumphant back through Alexander's mother Olympias to the son of Achilles ,Neoptolemus through the offspring of 'Gleaming' Neoptolemus with his captured concubine ,the princess Andromache the sad widow of Hector ,Prince of Troy and at the time of his demise, Hector the Trojan champion , the general of their army as well as the chosen heir to the throne of the kingdom...
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