Butter watched the young Detective carefully when he first
started the bouncing around shit; *he didn’t like it,) the guys
changing right before his eyes he thought as the young mans face even seemed to change as well while he twisted his head around and back ‘n forth like a prizefighter about to get busy.
What kind ‘a stupid shit is that?
Yep; he changed all right, doesn’t even sound the same
anymore; I wonder if he knows he does this?
Mandrel stopped as soon as he noticed the FBI agent staring
at him; “Ops; my bad.”
What was that all about anyway, you alright?
Kind ‘a, but don’t let that bother you if you want my help;
there’s someone else in me, but he’s still me, just me as a
teenager; yeah it sounds strange but that’s just the way it is, you
can take it as is, or leave it alone now; what’s it gone ‘a be?
Where do we start with this one Detective, there’s clearly
been a kidnapping here, and you got the call, what’s next?
Ever been to Hell?
That’s where I’m going, that’s what’s next; if I take you with
me you take an oath of silence for what you’re about to become
a part of, this oath is taken seriously and would be the death of
you if broken; you still want some of this?
Butter thought about this for a few minutes before he made up
his mind; my job says I should report this kind of thing, but I’m
not on the clock now, and if I do this I may not ever be again,
can’t be both F.B.I. agent and not do my job, taking such an
oath would conflict with the laws of the Government I swore to
Butter was going rouge; he felt Mandrel may had already
killed the so call serial killer he claimed existed but had no
prove of, there’d be no “comeback for his career as the FBI #1
Profiler,” Butter removed his badge and said; swear me in.
He really didn’t know what to make of this (maybe
imaginary) place Mandrel called Hell; shit, he knows the guy
gets a nut check, that he could be just making all of this shit up,
but the kidnapping had been real, and someone was cooking out
there in what’s left of a limo; this man is his only clue to helping those people; he had no doubt he’d get his ass kicked and left behind if he made any other choice, maybe there’s really something to what the young Detective’s saying, he wanted to help save those people if he can; “swear me in and lets go.”