ALWAYS THE QUIET 0NES
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Let's start off with a little background: my best friend, my blood brother, and the man I would die for because he was an Army Ranger Sniper, and I (Jake) was an Airborne Infantryman. My friend saved my life and 7 others who were pinned down because of an Iraq Army Specialist. My friend ended up killing 16 Iraq Soldiers, and he saved 7 American soldiers from certain deaths, receiving the Silver Star and the CMA (Congressional Medal of Honor). Truly and caring and unselfish man. After the medal ceremonies, my friend asked to be discharged because of PTDS, and he was tired of killing people.
Jeremy was given an honorable discharge with eight years of honorable service. He returned home, married his high school sweetheart, and immediately went to work for Homeland Security as a gun-carrying nerd with a master's degree in cyber security and computer science. He immediately went to work for Homeland Security as a Cyber Expert; almost immediately, he proved himself a very valuable asset by stopping hackers' access to top-secret information along with taking down several hacking organizations.
In a short amount of time, the word got out that Jeremy was a trusted, intelligent person and was a man with a good work ethic. Jeremy never missed work time or missed work assignments. Jeremy was married to a beautiful wife he loved with all his heart.
Jeremy was at his desk in deep thought when a knock made him aware that his secretary Rebecca was trying to get his attention, drawing a direct and instant realization that he needed to focus his attention elsewhere. Jeremy stood and opened the door, allowing Rebecca to gain access to his secure office, making sure no top secret documents were visible and any pertinent information was accessible.
Rebecca brought in his mail and her letter that she was now approved to view the top-secret documents with her new security clearance rating of top secret. Henceforth, allowing her to view everything in Jeremy's office except eyes-only documents, usually from the Pentagon.
Jeremy then saw the large yellow envelope he dreaded seeing from Green & Green Private Investigations LLC. With a stern look of worry and of boiling blood, he left the envelope on his desk. Gazing out the window of his tall office building. On the fortieth floor, he had a perfect view of the whole city.
Noticing a sign sponsoring a one-month free membership to a local gym if you pay for one year in advance. In addition, a one-year free locker, thus Jeremy pondered if that was a good deal again, losing focus, all brought on by this yellow envelope.
Jeremy returned to his desk with shaking hands and opened the heavy yellow envelope. After retrieving its contents, just reading the first page brought fire to Jeremy's eyes, filled with rage and determination to seek revenge and destroy the ones that broke his trust. Jeremy not thinking straight initiated the red security protocol button thus allowing nobody to enter his office.
He then proceeded to put all the contents of the yellow envelope in the secure safe, requiring eye scanner protocol for access to his computer and eye scanner access for the door to enter his office. Then Jeremy screamed so loud that half the floor heard him causing many to jump and some to run away from their stations.
Rebecca knew that something was horrifically wrong, and she had never seen or heard her boss act this way. Jeremy in a cold manner opened his door to his office and stepped out Rebecca he sternly commanded cancel all my appointments and clear my calendar for the rest of the week. I am taking some time off; Rebecca caught a look in Jeremy eyes that terrified her. With a roaring, uncontrollable fire in his eyes, Jeremy walked out of his office in a commanding, military way. She had never seen him walk so focused and so determined.
Jeremy walked out of his building past the car garage, walking through traffic to cross the street. Then Jeremy made an about-face and retrieved a gym-type bag from his trunk. The security guard did not ask Jeremy any questions or interfere with the man, but even the security guard noticed rage in Jeremy's eyes and an unsettling presence.
Jeremy, from his phone, initiated code red for his office, meaning no one could access his office without Pentagon approval. Within thirty minutes, two armed Marines entered the building in full battle gear and appeared at Jeremy's office to prevent any access. Rebecca was shaking to her soul because of the Marine's presence. The office began to chatter with speculation.
The marine sergeant commanded everyone to return to their workstations, continue with their normal daily activities, and forget about what they have seen today, reminding them of their security clearances and jobs. The place calmed down to only whispers and nobody dared to provoke the two Marines. A lot of the female employees were shaken by today's events and were nervously complying with the Marine's commands.
Jeremy Walked into the gym of the sign that he had observed earlier and proceeded to the counter. The young kid behind the counter put down his book and asked if he could help Jeremy. Jeremy first did not respond but then said he wanted a one-year membership. Providing identification that he was not a threat to anyone. The kid said no; all he needed was a driver's license and his method of payment.
Jeremy gave his platinum credit card and driver's license, and the kid saw his government identification card and Homeland Security Badge. Without asking, the kid gave Jeremy a ten percent discount because of his credentials and handed Jeremy a receipt. Following up with welcoming handbook and some free advertisement to discounts for gym equipment and supplies.
Jeremy turned in a military manner and went to the dressing room. Jeremy came out in full karate gee with six stripes on the sleeve, and the kid gasped, saying this guy was a 6th-degree black belt. Walking like a man on a mission. Jeremy walked into the gym area. Jake said hello to Jeremy. However, Jeremy did not respond. Jake said to himself (what is Jeremy doing here?) he has his own home gym, better equipped than this place and almost as big.
Jeremy walked with an unsettling presence and approached two professionals standing by a deadlift bar with extra weights. Jeremy asked if they were using the bar, and both nodded. Go ahead; we just finished our sets.
Jeremy chalked up and grabbed the bar, not looking at the weight of 566 lbs. With one large grunt, Jeremy snatched the weight off the floor like it was nothing. The two professional lifters were flabbergasted as Jeremy did ten repetitions with the heavyweight like it was nothing. Jeremy chalked and grabbed the bar again, doing a clean and jerk to his chest, then stood straight up and military pressed the weight ten times like it was a feather. Everyone in the place was in awe as Jeremy completed the weightlifting and thanked the two professional lifters.
Jeremy was walking toward the punching bags; Jeremy took a sidestep and kicked a 300-pound punching bag. Ear-busting scream, sending the bag sliding down the massive rail into a concrete wall. With a loud thud, henceforth knocking years of dust down on the gym participants. The fear in the gym was an uneasy feeling that fell over the gym. The kid behind the counter peered through the door to see what was going on, but the kid said nothing. The building just had an eerie vibration that unsettled everyone, causing a shocked look of distress on the participants.
Jeremy walked over to his gym back, causing everyone to stare with intense fear as Jeremy put on his punching gloves, chin guards, and foot pads. Jake wondered if he was going to ask somebody to spar with him, but Jake's fear subsided as Jeremy approached the workout dummy (Bob). Jake said to himself watch out, Bob, you are in for a bad beating.
Jake also kept thinking to himself what could have happened to his brother-in-arms and best friend. His total demeanor was out of character, and a very unsettling presence seemed to fall over the gym. Bob stood there with a blank look as Jeremy approached, hitting Bob on the first strike. It is a marvelous display of the technique of a spinning heel kick bringing a thunderous thud.
Causing Bob to rock from side to side, noting any other man would be on the ground with a broken face. Jeremy reached down and tightened Bob's restraints, limiting his mobility. Jeremy kept hitting Bob with a variety of kicks and spinning back fists and a volley of other kicks. Bob's face started was changing and his head started tilting to the left from Jeremy assault. Any other man would have either been dead or knocked out. Jeremy increased his attack as his screams got louder.
The whole gym was focused on Jeremy now, not daring to even whisper, much less any movement. The brutal attack on Bob was showing signs of severe wear and severe abuse. Jeremy again intensified his attack with precision. With renewed dedication now doing death kicks to Bob's head, I was dumbfounded at Jeremy's strength and his endurance.
Jeremy never let up on Bob, and with one final spinning heel kick, Bob's head flew across the gym, landing at a scared, screaming woman's feet. They had been doing aerobics. The whole gym's demeanor changed to total fear. Some wanted to leave but were too scared to pass by Jeremy. Undeniably, Jeremy's strength was on display. Jake observed that when Bob's head went flying, Jake thought he saw smoke.
Jeremy approached his gym bag again, threw the workout gloves in his bag, and produced regular punching gloves. These were the Velcro types that you did not need help putting on. Jeremy approached the largest bag in the place 300 lbs punching bag. Jeremy started with standard punches to warm his arms and to get accustomed to punching versus doing death kicks.
It was then that I saw Jeremy's intense evil demeanor change to that of purely focused rage. With an enormous scream at the derogatory name of a woman, Jeremy started punching the bag so hard that it was swinging off tilter approximately eight to ten inches.
