Author's Note:

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Abandoned Factory, unknown location

Keith's blue eyes darted about the dimly lit, huge space of an abandoned factory where several tall, imposing men in business suits surrounded the former leader of the Neo-Nazi Organization. He had no idea how long he had been here. He was tied to a chair, but was otherwise unharmed. They didn't seem to be Benecio's men. There was only one other major figure he could think of that would want him captured alive and interrogated. He hoped to God it wasn't that person. The fact that he could not see the faces of his captors worsened his fear.

"Pieces of shit! Do you know what happens to whoever kills me? The Aryan Brotherhood will have all your heads once you enter the state prison. My White Brothers will back me up. None of you motherfuckers making it out of here alive!" Keith's voice cracked, giving away his fear. Not that it mattered. Whoever his captor was, he or she had complete control over him.

The huge garage doors opened and a Mercedes Benz rolled in. 4 men stepped out of the car. But Keith only saw one of those men- a bald, bearded Jew with a rotund frame and a cane.

"Oh shit." The skinhead gasped in horror.

Benecio Alvarez had turned him over to Harold Stein. Stein was not just the owner of the biggest casino in Vegas. He was the godfather of the Jewish Mafia and the most powerful criminal in all of Las Vegas. He was now completely alone, disarmed, and utterly at the mercy of the one man whom even Alvarez feared.

"So, this is the infamous Keith Jones that Alvarez was telling me so much about. The man fantasizing about capturing and holding my Rachel for ransom in hopes I would hand over the casino to him." Stein let out a deep, ominous laugh that boomed through the factory. The Jewish Mafia chieftain chuckled as beheld the helpless former army ranger before him, completely at his mercy. "Very interesting."

Keith had absolutely nothing to say. His tongue wasn't working. His normally calm mind ran wild with the thoughts of what Stein had in store for him. Stein's interrogation methods were the stuff nightmares were made of. A bullet to the brain would be the best thing Keith had coming to him.

"How… how did Alvarez…" Keith's voice cracked again and he coughed harshly. "Who gave the tapes to you? Was it her? Did that stripper whore of Babylon who calls herself my girlfriend give them to you?" Keith finally found his voice as he let loose his fury on the hated Jew.

"HOW MUCH DID YOU PAY HER FOR THE OPPORTUNITY TO HAVE A GROUP ORGY WITH YOUR MORBIDLY OBESE, BOIL INFESTED JEWISH ASS YOU FILTHY KIKE!?" Keith Jones screamed in berserk rage. How could she treat him like this after she sheltered, clothed, fed, and protected her from the outside world? He had been everything she ever wanted and far more. What Ashley did to him was beyond criminal.

"YOU FUCKING ANIMAL! THIS ENTIRE CITY BENDS OVER BACKWARD FOR YOU AND YOUR RACE OF BLOODSUCKING VAMPIRES ONLY BECAUSE YOU HAVE MONEY! YOU ARE A LIVING BREATHING CANCER OF A HUMAN BEING! YOU FABRICATED THE HOLOCAUST. YOU TAKE CONTROL OF OUR GOVERNMENT, OUR SCHOOLS, OUR MEDIA, AND OUR MILITARY. YOU WANT TO DESTROY AMERICAN SOVEREIGNTY! YOU TEACH FUTURE AMERICANS TO HATE THEIR HERITAGE AND BLAME THE WHITE SUPREMACY FOR EVERYTHING THAT IS WRONG IN THIS COUNTRY! WHEN YOU FILTHY, BLOODSUCKING JEWISH VAMPIRES ARE THE ROOT CAUSE OF IT!"

"I GAVE 11 YEARS OF MY LIFE, BLOOD, AND TEARS TO DEFENDING GOD AND COUNTRY WITHOUT ASKING FOR ANY RECOGNITION AT ALL! YOU INHERITED ALL OF YOUR BLOOD MONEY FROM YOUR EQUALLY RAPACIOUS, PREDATORY SCUM FOREFATHERS! YOU PREY ON HONEST, HARDWORKING, SELF-SACRIFICING WHITE MEN LIKE ME WHO GAVE OUR LIVES TO DEFEND THIS GREAT NATION OF FREE MEN SO PARASITES LIKE YOU MAKE A LIVING SUCKING THE TEAT OF ORDINARY AMERICANS!"

"BECAUSE OF YOU ZIONISTS, THIS COUNTRY IS EMBROILED IN ENDLESS WARS IN THE MIDDLE EAST THAT CAN NEVER BE WON! I HAVE FRIENDS, BROTHERS-IN-ARMS THAT I WOULD'VE DIED A THOUSAND TIMES TO BRING BACK! ALL TO DEFEND A USELESS, RESOURCELESS STRIP OF LAND THE SIZE OF NEW JERSEY. A LAND THAT SO MANY AMERICANS DIED TO SAVE WITH NOTHING TO GAIN! A LAND THAT ISN'T EVEN YOURS! THE ARABS AND PALESTINIANS SHOULD HAVE DRIVEN YOUR KIND INTO THE SEAS LONG AGO!"

"IT'S NO SECRET THAT YOU'RE A PEDOPHILE WHO HAS BEEN SLEEPING WITH ALL THOSE WOMEN AND SIMPLY BRIBED THE VICTIMS TO KEEP THEM SILENT. WHAT I PLANNED TO DO TO RACHEL IS JUSTICE TO THE INNOCENT WHITE WOMEN WHOM YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF!"

Keith breathed hard- his throat raw from screaming. Nobody said anything. None of the mobsters even touched him. Harold just sat in the chair in front of him, watching him with those cold blue eyes.

"What a pitiable little man." Stein said, shaking his head. He didn't seem jesting. He seemed genuinely sad.

"Keith, do you read the Bible?" Stein asked. Keith was bewildered. What? Was this how the snake planned on toying with him before he sent him off to hell? A repentance before torture?

"You said you fight for God and country. Do you believe in a God? Are you a man of faith?" Stein continued.

Keith didn't answer. Stein didn't wait for one. He stood and paced around, leaning on his cane, but carrying himself well for the most part.

"You see, God put men on this planet for 4 reasons- eating, conquering territory, amassing wealth, and…" Stein laughed quietly at the last one. "Sex with a bevy of beautiful women."

Some of the mobsters shifted uncomfortably at that last statement.

"You would be shocked to know just how many of these fair maidens came to me of their own free will. Just how easily they threw themselves at me willingly for the promise of having slept with the most powerful man in Vegas. Women are strange creatures like that. By nature, they crave the protection and guardianship of a man. All I did was grant their base desires." Stein said casually, not even caring how he was revealing his true colors and toying with the man before he offed him.

"Likewise, these same women reversed their testimonies and claimed harassment and assault with the promise of getting more money out of me. Pathetic creatures, really." Stein continued to laugh deeply before sitting down again in front of the chair and scooting closer to his captive, looking him in the eyes.

"As for you, it was a simple matter of bribing some of the less scrupulous men in your charge with the promise of more money than you could ever hope to give. Many of them were not as loyal to you as you believed. In fact, I'd say many of them were downright unhappy with their current management. A certain gentleman by the name of Wesley Rogers was a particularly severe critic. He said you had a strict policy against felons who have used or sold drugs. Yet you kept him board for the sole purpose of utilizing his chemical lab to stage your terrorist attack on the 50th anniversary ball at the MGM Hotel. After which, you planned to discard him before the truth came out."

"Money, not the skin color, is what talks in this country. That, alcohol, gambling, tobacco, drugs, guns, and just about any other vice that you can think of. Combine that with a culture that encourages limited government intervention and free market enterprise, it's only natural that some people like me just learn to corner the market. Alvarez and I are businessmen and free market capitalists. We can hardly be blamed for taking advantage of the stupidity of the common man."

Stein stopped smiling and stepped close to Jones, putting his cane under Jones's chin and forcing his face upward to look him in the eye. A dark scowl came over the elderly Jew's bearded face.

"It's dismaying enough that a man of your meritorious service to the nation is wasting his time associating with lowlife felons and encouraging them go after lowlife criminals and prostitutes on the streets of Vegas. But you actually thought that kidnapping and handing over my daughter as a plaything to your henchmen would be enough of a threat to prompt to hand over the keys to my kingdom?"

He lowered the cane, shaking his head. "I'm a man of many allies and many enemies. I don't know if I should be impressed or dismayed that a common thug as yourself was brazen enough to concoct such a poorly thought scheme to take me down. Even if you succeeded, how would you also take down Alvarez or any of the other organized criminal elements in this city with more money and politicians in their deep pockets than the paltry sum your gym pays its employees?"

He nodded to his one of his men who went to the back of his Benz then came back carrying a rectangular box. Jones let out a gasp of terror when the man opened the box and Jones saw what was inside.

"Jones you are going to experience firsthand, a demonstration of what a group of Nazi prison guards did to one of my uncles in the concentration camp when they caught him trying to escape."

The last thing Jones heard was the terrible roar of a whirring buzz-saw as it descended on him. The executioner dismembered his arms, legs, then his head before dissolving the body parts in a vat of acid.

Stein lit a cigar and sighed heavily. "What a tragic waste of a man. Had you not revealed your true Antisemitic, Hitler-worshipping colors, I would gladly have made use of a man of your talent. You would've been set for life. Crime is a lucrative career choice, Mr. Jones. It has a lot to offer."

The phone rang. Harold smiled as he answered.

"Hi grandpa!" A child's voice laughed.

"Samuel!" Harold laughed heartily. "Tell your mother that grandpa will on his way home soon with a birthday present."

He hung up and turned back to the vat of acid.