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CHAPTER ONE
Dyson glanced around the mobile home park, making sure no one was around. It was almost one in the morning, and except for the moonlight and a few porch lights, everything was dark, which suited him just fine. He was at home in the darkness, hiding in the shadows, sneaking around without anyone seeing him.
The one thing about mobile homes were how easy they were to get inside of. Breaking into one, even without using his lock picking skills, was simple. The problem with them in most places was they sat so close together that the slightest sound alerted the neighbors you were there. If there was a barking dog, all bets were off.
There wasn't much Dyson hadn't seen over the years of breaking into places. Nothing ever went one-hundred percent perfect. There was always a snag of one kind or another. Usually, it was nothing he couldn't deal with.
Going in solo to take down a fifty-year-old church leader wasn't a big deal. It was the larger stings that tended to get sticky. The ones where the whole team would go in and take down six adults while trying to keep a group of kids who were being held captive safe. Those were the hard ones.
Tonight, he'd get in, finish the job, and be home in a little over an hour. If he was lucky, he'd find some middle of the night hook-up to entertain him and help him work off the adrenaline rush that always hit him after a sting.
Confident that no one was around, Dyson got out of the vehicle, his hoodie over his head and the ski mask covering half his forehead. He wouldn't pull it down until he was about to go inside. The last thing he needed was for a neighbor to see him and report a masked man in the area. At least now, he might look suspicious, but hopefully, if anyone saw him, they wouldn't think right away that he was out causing trouble.
He'd already sent a text to the team letting them know he was headed in. Now it was all up to him until he sent them a message back, letting them know he was finished. Then he'd call the police once he got out of the area. Usually, he didn't wait, but this location wasn't a place he wanted to get stuck in if police arrived quickly, too many narrow roads and dead ends. He wanted to make sure he was well away before he called them in.
The supplies weighed down the front of his hoodie, but that brought comfort. The knife, torch, and other supplies he needed were like a part of him, so was the gun that was at his side. His life depended on these things. He glanced around as he stepped up onto the small porch of the mobile home. There was no way to fully hide, no back door to sneak in, no shadowed windows to open.
Trying to look like he was just using a key to get in, he quickly used his lock pick to work the lock open. It only took a few seconds, but if someone was watching, those few seconds could be the difference between life and death.
The door squeaked as he opened it, and he paused, making sure he didn't hear anything from inside. It wouldn't mean the end of the job for him, it just meant more risk. If he could take the man while he was in bed, it would be so much easier.
When no lights came on or any sound came from the back bedrooms, Dyson closed the door softly, not letting the latch click into place. He lowered his mask, hiding his face from the sick fucker he was after. Each footstep he took toward the back of the trailer creaked, and he held his breath, aware of everything around him.
The single-wide trailer was cluttered and messy, and he had to step over several things in his path before coming to the bedroom door. The man's snores filled the room, giving Dyson the reassurance that this job would be easy.
The neighbor's yard light shined through the window, allowing him to see the man, passed out naked on top of the bedspread.
Dyson grinned. This was going to be easier than he thought. With no clothes to deal with, he could get to business quickly.
As quietly as he could, he made his way to the bed, careful of the beer bottles and other junk that littered the floor. The place smelled like something had died inside, a mix of sweat, unwashed body, and even sex. It was enough to make Dyson want to gag, and he usually tolerated smells well.
Carefully, he pulled the syringe out of his pocket and uncapped it. Without hesitation, he stabbed the needle into the man's neck, not giving him any warning of what was happening.
The man's eyes flew open. "What the fuck?" His hand went to his neck as he started to sit up, but the drugs worked too quickly. Unable to move, his body slumped back on the bed as his eyes filled with fear.
"Hello." Dyson smiled. "Welcome to your worst nightmare."
A rush of air came out of the man's mouth, but no sound.
"Don't worry. It's just the drugs. They'll wear off soon enough and you'll be able to talk and move again. First, we have to take care of some business. Some friends of mine came across some pictures of you. They were taken inside the church. You know the ones, little girls and boys wearing choir robes and nothing underneath."
The man's fear seemed to grow as he tried to either speak or scream, Dyson really couldn't tell.
"I don't like men who hurt children. Don't like you at all." Dyson pulled out the zip ties and put them on the bed. Taking one, he wound it around the man's wrist, tugging his arm hard, stretching it down, tying it to the frame of the bed. Then he grabbed an ankle and did the same. "Can't have you getting away once I finish with you." Dyson smiled as he forced the man's legs farther apart. "Having you already naked will make this easy."
The man blew another rush of air from his mouth.
"Don't worry. I'm not here to rape you. I'm not a sick fuck like you are. I don't take without permission, and I sure as hell don't use children for my pleasure." Dyson pulled out his curved knife and set it on the bed. "I'll make this quick, I promise."
He pulled two pieces of string from his pocket, tying one around the man's balls, the other around the base of his cock.
The man stared, his breathing heavy, his chest rising and falling as panic really set in.
"You didn't think we'd let you get away with raping children, did you?" He lifted the strings, extending the cock and balls away from the man's body. "I'm told this hurts like a bitch." Dyson slid the knife through the flesh separating the balls and cock from the man's body.
Quickly, Dyson used a catheter tube, pushing it into the man's urethra to keep it from clotting, then he used his small hand-held torch to cauterize the area and stop the bleeding.
"Stinks, doesn't it? Burning flesh really is the worst smell." Dyson smiled as he lifted the man's balls and let them dangle beside the man's face. "You won't be hurting any more little kids, will you?"
