Page 5 of Black and Brown

Now Matthew was really pissed. But also a bit more curious. This guy wasn’t a therapist. Not with lightning-fast reflexes like that.

Who is this fucker?

The man opened a laptop unlike one he’d ever seen.

“Revenge is the justice you want, Dr. Adams. Not answers or details.”

Matthew sure as hell wasn’t going to throw anything else and embarrass himself. He walked over to the bedside table on shaky legs and stared at the blank laptop screen.

Maybe once he complied, this jerk would finally leave.

Matthew first heard the crackling of a static radio coming through the laptop speaker, then a male voice before images began to appear.

“We’re holding position. Targets confirmed.”

Matthew eased closer.

A small compound with clay walls was being filmed from what looked to be a satellite feed.

Two individuals in head-to-toe black, with their faces obscured by low hoods, crouched outside the compound’s entrance.

The bird’s-eye view showed about fifteen to twenty men unloading crates of cargo and military-grade weapons from old pickup trucks.

There were several hostages, some male but primarily female, huddled in a corner of the compound, guarded by men with automatic rifles.

Matthew began to sweat, dampness covering his brow and moisture dampening his hands.

“What am I looking at?” he whispered, more to himself.

“Karabo Ziri Ani-Marekani, the radical militia group responsible for the bombing of your parents’ clinic in South Africa on September seventeenth.”

The stranger stared at him as if he could read his thoughts.

“This information was retrieved from the DOD records and confirmed with the Pentagon records database.”

Mirage

“Black code ready,” the expensively dressed man beside Matthew communicated through a high-tech watch on his left wrist.

“Blacks, you’re a go,” the voice on the radio responded.

Matthew watched as one of the hooded men in black placed a device outside the door of the compound and eased away, pinning his back to the wall.

Ten seconds later, a flash of fire illuminated the screen as a large plume of smoke billowed into the sky.

The two men in black ninja-like clothing rushed through the doors and darted in different directions, moving fast around the perimeter.

The militia guards, frozen in shock, were targeted first, easily taken down with single gunshots to their chests or foreheads.

The hooded men skirted the edges, moving in the shadows of the mud-caked walls, eliminating the militia group two at a time while they scrambled to ready their rifles.

The intruders had both arms raised, wielding nickel-plated handguns, as they fired and dropped bodies as if playing a video game.

Matthew stared transfixed at the masked men moving with inconceivable speed and agility, shooting and killing with barely a glance.

Before the remaining rebels were able to get a clear shot at the dark figures, they were already targeted and hit, their lifeless bodies falling face-first to the ground.

“If you want certainty that this was the group that killed your family, we have satellite confirmation of that as well.” The man’s voice was low now, sounding full of sympathy. “But I thought I’d spare you that video.”