Soft Target
It was around the last week of May and the night air, smooth and soft lay quietly in the silence. There was a soft sound of a door being shut from next door and the same odd sounds lasted for a while till the fitful hand of sleep overtook him. Come Thursday and round about midnight the sound of clipped conversation was heard, strange words echoed around in the stillness,”Do you want some meth”, there was hesitation from the listener, they wondered if they should go in, eventually they did and stayed awhile till just before dawn.
From the start it was a con job, get them sucked in with a good product and then sell them the tainted batch on the second night. It had been working well till things hit a snag. They had substituted the good gear for their mix, theirs was a combination of 35 different chemicals and drugs, designed for the purpose of all things, mind control. Of course, they were basically insane, they had researched different files and methods, methods from different bodies and security departments, everything they could find, they attempted to implement their findings and distill it into a usable tool to get what they wanted. The ploy was simple, sell them the “Mind control” drugs, insert a tiny speaker , microphone and camera, observe the subject and once the drugs took affect they would begin to issue commands, and because the speakers were so small they could not be discerned by the ordinary ear, you needed to be given a certain drug that would make your hearing more able to hear the almost indiscernible voices. Of course, once the drugs took affect, neuro psychotropic drugs, Angel dust, a few other things, the user was unable to think for themselves and would do things that they would not normally do, such as smoke 20 or so of their so called meth pipes and begin roaring, at the top of their lungs, things like “I am going to tear your throat out with a boat hook “, and so on and so forth. Some 17 were hospitalised due to the toxicity of the batch, or sent to the psychiatric ward, but of course the perpetrators didn’t care, they were just worthless junkies of no value to others. They had a plan, once the subject was under the influence of the drug they were more easily controlled, you could say to them through the small speaker, things like “Have another pipe”, and you would have another pipe not knowing why and going over the top. Once they were totally maggoted, access could then be gained, either through a supposed visit from an acquaintance or a surreptitious entry by a burglar early in the morning, a small injection would be given, then the masterminds could walk in, prop up the subject, get the subject to transfer all their money in their bank account into one of their accounts, and because they had made the transaction on their computer and OK’ed it with two step verification, the transfer would be complete, then a shot of rohypnol would be given and the victim would not remember a thing. Of course he had no proof of their ploys, he was only going on what he heard through their speakers,”You needn’t lock the back door or put a horizontal bar across so you will be all right”, of course they expected him to obey but he just knew they were just pathetic paedophiles who were too corrupt to work for their daily bread, he never listened to them much, though their stories were amusing at times, but lately they had run out of ideas and paid everyone their wages, but of course they used fake banknotes and nobody got paid at all. They still tried to continue their stories and get everyone to harass him, but a lot of people had discovered that their gear was laced with LSD and other things and threw it down the toilet and when they came down they realised they had a new enemy to deal with, the mongrels who had poisoned their gear and so set about seeking revenge.
