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Glen Wiseman
By
Lazlo Zalezac
Copyright (C) Lazlo Zalezac, 2003
Chapter 16
The Metchettes' mobile home was nice as far as mobile homes
went. It was a small mobile home, but the Metchettes had picked it
up for almost nothing. It had been repossessed and they had paid
only the balance due. Their permanent house was being built a
little ways down the street. In fact, the work crew was down there
working on it right now.
Glen sat in one of the cheap chairs that came with the mobile home
and looked around at the living room. It was very small, but he
recognized the cleverness with which Cliff had set up his situation.
When his house was completed, Cliff could either sell the mobile
home or rent it out. Either way, he would probably make a profit.
The telephone rang and Glen turned to stare at it. Cliff had warned
him not to answer it until after the answering machine had come
on. This would allow him to screen the call and make sure that he
wasn't going to be subjected to insults. Glen was expecting a call
from the Sheriff and almost decided to answer, but felt like he
should wait.
The answering machine finally kicked in. The voice on the other
end immediately said, "Sinners, you are going to burn! Burn, do
you hear me? The flames of earth will send you to the flames of
hell. Sinners! Demon Spawn! First, we'll take care of you and then
your slut sisters shall join you in hell!"
Glen was half tempted to pick up the phone. He wanted to tell the
caller that he was talking to the switchboard in hell and if the caller
would only give the name of the specific demon he would make
the appropriate connection. He resisted the urge as he realized that
they had no sense of humor and it would only anger them. He
listened as the caller continued to rant and rave. Only about a third
of what the caller said was even legible. It was one threat after
another, although most of them were simply absurd. He wondered
if this call had anything to do with the fact that the Reverend's
hearing was today.
After five minutes the caller hung up. Glen went into the kitchen
and got a soft drink out of the refrigerator. It really was a small
place and he wondered how the three of them could live here. He
was curious about the twin's bedroom, but chose not to investigate.
He knew that if the circumstances were reversed that they would
be through everything in the room in a minute. "Oh well," he
thought to himself, "that's the nature of women." Even as he
thought it, he realized how sexist that was. It wasn't a woman's
nature at work, it was the twin's nature at work.
He returned to the living room as the phone rang again. He waited
for the answering machine to pick up the call. A different voice
started talking, "Sinners, repent. The day of judgement is upon
you. You are an abomination in the eyes of the Lord and you shall
soon feel his wrath. The servants of the Lord shall do his bidding!"
Glen answered out loud, "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blah, blah, blah. Me
good, you bad. Bad people die. Rah, rah, rah!"
The voice continued to prattle on for several minutes. Glen just
watched the answering machine record the message. He shook his
head as he realized just how stupid these people really were. There
was nothing like leaving recorded messages of threats to help bring
a case against you if something ever happened.
The person quit talking and hung up after about five minutes. Glen
wondered if they were being timed by someone. It was definitely
bizarre. The telephone almost immediately rang again. He waited
for the answering machine to pick up the call. This time, the voice
that spoke was very calm. "The next Witch's Sabbath, you shall
burn like all witches should burn!"
The caller hung up almost immediately. The other calls were
nuisance, but this one was scary. Glen didn't recognize the voice,
but that didn't mean the Sheriff wouldn't. He decided that Cliff
would have to take this tape to the Sheriff. Such definite threats
could not go undocumented.
The phone rang again. Glenn waited for the answering machine to
pick it up and took a sip of the soft drink while he waited. He
picked up the phone when he heard the voice of the Sheriff. He
said, "Hey, Sheriff. This is Glen."
Dale replied testily, "I've been trying to call for the past half an
hour. The phone has been busy the entire time."
Glen replied, "Oh just getting a series of death threats here. One of
them even said what they would do and when they would act. You
know, the normal kind of thing you have to expect when you're
evil."
The Sheriff didn't laugh. He said, "Glen, this is very serious. The
Reverend didn't show up for his court appearance."
"Oh, shit."
"Right, oh, shit." the Sheriff replied. He said, "These guys are
definitely upping the ante. Look, they don't care about the law.
They think they are the law. Reverend Jonathan Corwin thinks he
is judge, jury, and executioner."
This was not a good situation and it would be easy to blame Cliff.
In fact, Glen had given Cliff a lot of grief about publishing that
editorial about God. Now, he realized that this was the kind of guy
that was just looking for an excuse to be hateful. If it hadn't been
Cliff, it would have been someone else. This guy was as sick as
Amos Orvin. He said, "Dale, I'm going to ask you for a piece of
advice and I want you to think about it before you answer."
"What?"
Glen asked, "What should I do if they show up here?"
There was a long silence on the phone. Dale knew exactly what
Glen was asking. He said, "Use appropriate force to stop them."
Glen didn't reply for a moment and then said, "That doesn't answer
my question."
"Damn it, Glen. Don't make me say it."
Glen said, "I'll never tell anyone what you said."
The Sheriff was quiet for a long time and then he said, "If you are
outnumbered, use lethal force. Don't stop until you have superior
numbers."
Glen was silent for a moment and then said, "Thank you, Dale.
That's a bit more than I was expecting."
"I never said it."
"I never heard it."
After the Sheriff hung up the phone, Glen set the handset back on
the phone. He went back to the chair to wait for the Metchettes. All
three of them were at the house checking out the progress on the
new building. They would be home soon and he could hardly wait.
They didn't want him to see it until it was completed.
He picked up his pistol and stepped out the front of the mobile
home. The view wasn't very good, but it was their temporary
home. They hadn't spent much time trying to make it fancy. They
were spending their money on their real home. He walked around
the mobile home checking out the surroundings. A buck had
passed right beneath the window recently. It was possibly less than
five minutes ago, since the dirt was still moving into the track left
behind.
He heard the truck of the Metchettes pull up in front of the house.
He came around and greeted them by calling out, "Hello. Have fun
at the new house?"
Wanda smiled and said, "Oh, yes. It is really looking quite nice."
Sandra winked and added, "We can't wait to get you there when it
is done."
Glen wasn't sure what they were promising, but he knew that when
they got into this mood it suggested that he would enjoy it. He
turned to Cliff and, in a very serious tone of voice, said, "I hate to
be a downer, but I need to talk to you for a minute."
The twins glanced at each other and then went into the house. They
knew that tone of voice and what it meant when Glen used it. It
always meant that he was going to give Cliff some bad news. Cliff
watched the twins as the closed the door behind themselves. He
turned to Glen and said, "Okay. What's up?"
"I talked to the Sheriff while you were gone. We need to prepare
for war. I want you to take the twins to town. Give the Sheriff the
tape to your answering machine. They made some definite threats
and identified a probable time when they would attack."
Cliff looked worried and asked, "What kind of threats?"
"They threatened to burn you like a witch."
Looking at Glen, Cliff paled as he thought about the threat. Taking
a deep breath to calm down and to find courage to face the
situation, he said, "Forewarned is forearmed."
"Exactly. We have a lot of work to do." Glen looked around at the
mobile home. It wasn't going to be easy to protect it. The woods
were too close to the trailer. He looked at the road and wondered
what could be done to help secure it.
Cliff thought about it for a minute and then asked, "Where will you
be while I'm in town?"
In a deadly tone of voice, Glen answered, "I've got a little shopping
to do."
It wasn't long before Cliff and Wanda headed into town to see the
Sheriff. Refusing to go with them stating that someone had to go
with Glen, she stayed behind to cover his back. Glen didn't feel
like fighting her over it since she was just doing what he had told
them to do.
They drove to the mall and went into the sporting goods store.
Glen looked around before spotting Henry. It didn't take Henry a
minute before he noticed Glen waving at him. His last sale to Glen
had gotten him a good bonus. There was no telling what was going
to happen today. He greeted Glen, "Hello, Glen. Is there something
that I can do for you?"
Glen smiled and nodded as he said, "I need some guns."
Henry smiled as he realized this was going to be another big sale.
He gestured for Glen to follow him to the Gun section. When they
arrived, Glen's eyes looked over the weapons there. He smiled as
he considered the firepower represented there. He said, "I'll take
two of those .22 caliber rifles. Outfit them with 4X scopes. I'll take
two of those .30-06 rifles. Outfit them with 12X scopes. I'll take
two of those 20 gauge pump shotguns."
Henry's eyes lit up at the money that sale represented. Glen moved
over to the ammo section and looked over what they had. He
stated, "Give me four of those boxes of .22 caliber long rifle
bullets. The 500 round boxes. That will last them about ten days.
Give me ten boxes of the 20 gauge number 4 buckshot. Let's see,
that's 50 rounds. That's not enough, double it. Give me 100 rounds
of the .30-06."
Henry put all of the stuff on the counter. He stated, "You'll have to
mount the scopes yourself."
"Okay, add the mounting gear as well."
As Henry looked at the pile of guns and ammo, he asked, "You
going to war?"
Glen frowned and answered, "Not yet. This is just to train the
twins on how to shoot."
"Really?"
"Yes, really. They are going to fire fifty rounds in the morning and
another fifty rounds in the afternoon with the .22 caliber. Then I'll
move them up to the .30-06," replied Glen. He had learned to shoot
the same way. His father had taken him out with his old .22 caliber
rifle every day for a month. A hundred rounds a day. By the end of
the month, he had no trouble hitting the target with a very good
grouping. He didn't have any trouble moving up to the larger
caliber rifles.
Henry asked, "Anything else?"
Glen nodded and pointed to the paper targets. He said, "I'll take a
hundred of the small targets and ten of the large."
Henry rang it all up on the register and whistled. This was a nine
hundred dollar sale. He was going to be salesmen of the month
again. He handed Glen a form to fill out. Glen looked it over and
sighed. He filled out the form indicating that he wasn't a convicted
felon and hadn't been in a mental institution in the past five years.
He handed over his drivers license and let Henry fill out the
identification part. When they were done, Henry looked up and
said, "Well, I can give you the guns in 72 hours."
Glen snorted, "What?"
Henry nodded his head and said, "New law. Have to have a 72
hour cooling down period. I can let you have everything else to
take home now though."
Understanding that arguing was useless, Glen accepted Henry's
statement. He said, "No problem. I'll take all you'll let me leave
with now and come back for the guns."
Breathing a sigh of relief, Henry realized that he had been worried
that Glen would change his mind. If Glen went to a private
individual, he could get the guns right now. He said, "I'll take it to
the loading dock and you can drive up. No sense carrying all of
this stuff through the mall."
Sandra had watched the whole exchange with a mounting sense of
dread. She wondered if he actually expected her to learn how to
shoot all of those weapons. Practicing with his shotgun had been a
painful experience, the damn thing hurt her shoulder every time
she had fired it. She could barely hit the broad side of a barn with
it, even though it was loaded with buckshot.
She followed Glen back to the truck. He pulled it around the mall
and drove up to the loading dock. Henry was standing on the dock
waving to him. Glen parked the truck and went to the loading
dock. As Henry handed down the bags, Glen carried them over to
the truck and put them in the cab. The last few bags were much
lighter since they had the targets and the scopes.
Henry waved goodbye to Glen and closed the door of the loading
dock. As Glen drove off, Sandra looked at the pile of packages
around her. She asked, "Were you serious about us learning how to
shoot?"
Glen answered, "You bet your sweet ass, I'm serious. Nobody is
going to lay a hand on that body of yours except me and Wanda."
Appreciating the concern for her, Sandra smiled. She tried to
reduce the seriousness of the discussion by asking, "Aren't you
afraid that I'll get religion and run off?"
Glen chuckled and replied, "Not really."
"So we have to wait three days to start learning?"
"Nope, you start this afternoon. Cliff and I both have .22 caliber
rifles. We'll put the scopes on them and get you started."
Sandra was very quiet and then stated, "I hate the shotgun. These
are going to be worse."
Glen said, "No, actually you'll be surprised. The .22 caliber rifles
hardly kick at all. Compared to them, the shotguns kick like
mules."
"You're not lying to me are, are you?"
Glen smiled at her fear and said, "No. I don't know of many people
that can shoot five rounds of buckshot out of a twenty gauge
shotgun. Fifty rounds out of a .22 caliber is not that bad."
It wasn't long before they arrived at the mobile home. There was
no sign of Cliff and Wanda. They went into the trailer and waited
for them.
In town, Cliff and Wanda arrived at the Sheriff's office. They went
in and waited, but no one was around. Cliff was curious and
knocked on the Sheriff's door. There was no answer. He turned to
Wanda, "This is weird. Someone should be here."
Wanda nodded as she looked around. She went over to the
dispatcher station and picked up the radio. Pushing the button, she
said, "Hello. Is anyone one out there?"
The Deputy got on the radio and asked, "Who is this?"
Wanda answered, "This is Wanda Metchette. We are at the Sheriff
station and everything is wide open, but there isn't anyone here."
The Deputy said, "The Sheriff is there."
Cliff tapped Wanda on the shoulder and said, "He's not in the
bathroom."
Wanda replied, "We've looked everywhere. We knocked on his
door and checked the bathrooms. There's no one here."
Suddenly concerned, the Deputy asked, "What about the
prisoners?"
Wanda said, "Wait. Cliff is going to check that out. Can you come
here? I'm getting scared. This isn't right."
Cliff came running back shouting, "There aren't any prisoners."
Wanda relayed the message. The Deputy responded quickly, "I'm
on my way."
Cliff went over to the Sheriff's door and opened it. The Sheriff was
on the floor unconscious. Cliff checked for a pulse and found one.
The Sheriff was breathing okay. There weren't any signs of bruises
or anything like that. He didn't know what to do, but decided that
professional help was required. He called out to Wanda, "The
Sheriff is in here and he's unconscious. Call the hospital and
request an ambulance."
He stayed with the Sheriff until the Deputy arrived. Frowning in
concern, the Deputy looked around the office. A bottle of insulin
was on the desk. He said, "This doesn't look right. He took his
insulin, but it looks like he's in shock."
Glen asked, "How do you think all of the prisoners got away?"
The Deputy looked around and swore, "I bet it was that fucking
Barney."
The sound of the ambulance could be heard as it pulled up to the
building. It was only a matter of minutes before the EMS personnel
were in the room. Cliff and the Deputy left the room to give them
some space to work in.
The Deputy went to the dispatcher station and relieved Wanda. He
got on the phone and called the State Troopers. This was too much
for him to handle. The EMS driver came out and walked over to
the Deputy. He stated, "Someone gave him the wrong kind of
insulin. He'll be okay. We're taking him to the hospital."
The man went out and got a gurney. Three minutes later, the
Sheriff was on the gurney and headed to the ambulance. Cliff
looked around nervously and said, "Glen sent me down here. We
have gotten a number of death threats, some of them pretty
specific. I have the answering machine tape here."
The Deputy looked at it and said, "Wait until the State Troopers
get here. I'm turning the case over to them. This has turned into
attempted murder and a mass jail break. This is a bit much for us."
Cliff and Wanda went over to the bench to wait for the State
Troopers to arrive. The pair looked at each other and withdrew into
their own thoughts. Finally, Cliff went over to the deputy and
asked, "What is required to get a concealed weapon permit?"
The Deputy stopped what he was doing and looked over at Cliff.
He said, "I understand your concern. I don't know if we can
manage that for you, but I'll look into it. You've got some pretty
nasty folks after you, but the Sheriff and I don't want this to turn
into a Wild West show."
Cliff said, "I understand your position. You've got to understand
ours. They are trying to kill us."
The Deputy said, "I'll see what we can do. It's a long process as
they don't like to give them out."
Cliff nodded understanding despite the fact that he didn't
understand at all. He had thought that the whole reason for the
concealed weapon permit was for people in his situation. He went
back to Wanda and sat down. Worried, she asked, "What's going to
happen to us?"
Laughing, in part to convince himself that everything was okay,
Cliff answered, "Nothing. Glen is going to take care of you. He's
very good at that."
Wanda smiled as she thought of the number of times that he had
saved them. He had always come through for them. She said,
"You're probably right."
Jim James and three other troopers arrived at the office together.
He went over to the deputy and talked with him for several
minutes. Worried frowns appeared on the faces of the troopers as
they listened to the details that had motivated the Deputy to call
them. Jim went over to the Metchettes and said, "Hello. I hear you
are being threatened and have a tape with their threats."
"Yes, Jim. That's what brought us here. We found the place
deserted and it scared the hell out of us."
Jim looked around uncomfortably for a moment. He said, "Well,
give me the tape and we'll add it to your file. I'm going to be
stationed here for a while."
Relief at getting rid of it spread over Cliff as he handed the tape
over to Jim. He had listened to it before coming here and it had
scared the hell out of him. Those religious fanatics really thought
they were above the law. He wanted to change the subject. He
replied, "That's great. By the way, Sue is working out great. She's
doing a first class job."
Jim relaxed, happy to be talking about his sister in law. He said,
"She loves the work. Says it fits into her schedule perfectly and is
bringing in good money. My wife and I have been reading the
magazine online. We're really impressed with the quality."
Grinning, Cliff asked, "How about the subject matter?"
"Not quite our thing, I'm afraid. Still, I'm amazed at the balanced
picture you present. You don't dwell on either the negatives or the
positives."
Cliff replied, "We try very hard to be balanced. We feel that false
pictures of reality do more harm than the truth. Alternative
marriages are not for everyone and work out for only a few people.
We just wanted to tap into a market that had been under exploited."
Jim nodded his agreement. He said, "Well, you've done wonders
for Sue. She's getting by now."
"I'm glad to hear that."
Jim said, "Well, you can go now."
"I think we are going to go over to the hospital and check on the
Sheriff. I don't think he likes me, but I like him."
With a very serious expression on his face, Jim replied, "Well, he's
lucky you like him. If you hadn't found him, he would probably be
dead about now. Someone out there doesn't like him and made the
opportunity to free all of the prisoners."
"For a bunch of religious fanatics, they sure don't take the Ten
Commandments very seriously. It seems to me that they sure like
the idea of killing way too much."
Jim nodded, "Between a bunch of sex perverts and religious
fanatics, I'll take the perverts every time."
Cliff burst out laughing and quipped, "You got us."
Shaking his head, Jim went back to the office carrying the tape
with him. He wanted to listen to the threats and get a feel for the
seriousness of the situation. His skin was crawling by the time he
reached the end of the tape. It was clear to him that Cliff was not a
match for these guys.
Cliff and Wanda went to the hospital to visit the Sheriff. He was in
an emergency room bed, conscious at last. It was very clear that he
didn't look very happy at being there. He looked up in surprise to
see Cliff and Wanda step into the area. He grunted, "You aren't
supposed to be here."
Wanda bent over and kissed him on the cheek. She smiled down at
him and said, "We are so glad that you are alive. We were so
worried when we found you."
The Sheriff looked at her and Cliff in surprise. He asked, "You two
found me?"
Cliff answered, "Yeah, we did. We thought about leaving you
there, turning you into a swinger, or calling for help. Decided on
the last."
The thought of being turned into a swinger made the Sheriff laugh.
If anyone could do that, he believed that Cliff could. He shook his
head and said, "You are incorrigible."
Wanda held the Sheriff's hand as she whispered in his ear, "You're
lucky you didn't grow up with him as an older brother."
The Sheriff laughed. The nurse came around the corner and said,
"Well, I guess by all of the noise coming out of this room that
you're feeling better."
"Nah, these two are torturing me. However, they're so ineffective
at it, that I have to laugh." The Sheriff couldn't help but like the
Metchettes. They were very nice people that did care about those
around them. Victims of a madman, they had come out a lot
stronger than most people would. Pursued by fanatics that were
willing to kill him, they didn't let fear rule their lives.
The nurse chuckled as she took his vitals and noted them on his
chart. She glanced up at the Sheriff and stated, "I'm going to have
to give them lessons. We can't have the victims of torture laughing
about it."
The Sheriff shot the nurse a dirty look and then realized that she
was teasing him. He said, "We all know that you are a licensed
torturer. Sister of mercy, my ass."
Laughing the nurse said, "That reminds me. Time for me to give
you a shot in your ass. I'll be sure to make it hurt."
The Sheriff groaned and pulled the cover over his head. Laughing
at the Sheriff, she left the room. Cliff laughed and said, "Well, we
just wanted to check on you. You know, make sure that you're
feeling okay."
The Sheriff pulled the cover down and asked, "By the way, what
brought you to the office?"
Cliff was about to answer, but a look from Wanda made him
change his mind. He said, "Just came in to gaze upon your lovely
face. Don't worry about that. Just get better."
The Sheriff looked at Cliff with a very serious expression. He said,
"Someone switched my insulin. In my book, that means that
someone tried to kill me. All those bastards escaped while I was
lying helpless on the floor of my office. I'm pissed. They tried to
kill me and that is something that I'm not going to forget. You and
Glen, you do what is necessary to protect yourselves. Do you
understand me?"
Cliff swallowed heavily and answered, "Yes, sir."
"I've thought long and hard about this while I was lying here in this
bed. Your magazine isn't hurting anyone. As far as I can tell, you
are helping some folks face serious problems. I may not agree that
it is right to have a bunch of people living together and screwing
each other all of the time. However, you've never done anything to
harm anyone." The Sheriff suddenly got very quiet.
Cliff put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Get better. The world
needs people like you watching out and protecting us from the bad
guys."
The pair left shortly after that and headed towards the house. It was
forty minutes later that they arrived at home. They found Glen
standing in front of the mobile home waiting for them. Glen looked
worried while Sandra didn't appear concerned. Cliff got out for the
truck and explained, "The Sheriff was nearly killed in town.
Someone switched insulin on him."
Glen softly swore, "Damn, this is really getting nasty. Is he okay?"
"Yeah, we found him and called for the ambulance before he was
too bad. All of the prisoners escaped though."
"Shit," exclaimed Glen. He was not happy about this turn of
events. He wondered if all the calls this morning were intended to
bring Cliff to the Sheriff's office earlier. They may have intended
to take him then. He said, "You guys are coming over to my place.
We have some training to do."
For the next two hours, Glen taught the Metchettes the basics of
gun use. He had them all lie on the ground. He told them, "Don't
expect to be shooting while you are standing. When all hell breaks
loose, get down on the ground just like you are right now. Think
small and try to blend in."
Wanda asked, "What about bugs and snakes?"
Glen laughed as though she had just told the greatest joke ever. He
said, "The only bugs around here are mosquitoes. They'll get you if
you are standing or on the ground. The bastards that are attacking
you are the only snakes you need to worry about."
Sandra blushed in tune with Wanda. He was amazed once again at
the closeness between the pair of twins. Cliff said, "I know you
don't want to hurt anyone, but they seriously want to hurt you. We
are going to have to get mean. You two are my little sisters. I've
done the best I can to watch over you both. You're going to have to
help yourselves on this one."
Glen nodded his agreement. He said, "There are about thirty of
them. The next time we face them, I expect we'll be facing all
thirty. Cliff and I can only do so much. We need your help."
The twins, eyes wide as the enormity of the situation dawned on
them, nodded. Sandra said, "We'll be there."
Glen squatted and looked at them. He said, "There are some things
that you are going to have to learn. First, when you jump to the
ground, you have to be careful not the get the end of your gun
filled with dirt. Second, when you are on the ground, you want to
check to see if there is any dirt in your gun. If there is, throw the
gun away. It will kill you if you fire it."
Sandra said, "Why?"
Glen answered, "Blow back. If the end of the gun is blocked, then
the pressure of the shot will cause the gun to explode. You don't
want that to happen to you."
The twins went on to fire fifty shots at the target. Both of them
were pleased to learn that firing the small caliber rifle was a lot
easier on their shoulders than the shotgun. However, they were still
going to have sore shoulders in the morning. Glen grinned at the
thought of giving the twins massages that night.
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