Page 55 of The Red Rider
“If I had enough gas, I’d come to D.C. and waste a perfectly good bullet on you.”
“You’re going to burn in Hell for this. No one actually voted for you. You just seized the throne, and I hate your radio briefs. You say nothing important. All you do is stoke hate.”
“Where are the terrorists? I’m not taking that vaccine. Everyone who is woke knows they use vaccines to sterilize you or microchip you. Like I’d ever trust a vaccine out of Mexico. Tell me where they are, and I’ll end this myself.”
The radio was blowing up from both sides—people who could look at the evidence and see the Rage Heads were now dead because of the Horsemen where Isaiah hadn’t lifted a finger to stop them or warn them about the water. Then there were the people who saw terrorists in anything unfamiliar and were willing to side with the Antichrist out of fear.
Dice cut that shit right off.
“We have proof of Isaiah’s crimes, and they will be made public soon. Before another war breaks out, I’m ending this. Enjoy some fucking John Lennon.”
Dice and his toys. He just swiped up on his MP3 player, and all the arguing stopped, and what must have been every single antiwar song John Lennon ever wrote started playing.
Dice gave us a grim look.
“Did youhaveto do that, Leif? We would have released that information after we killed him. You’ve just pissed off the entire country. I expect that shit from Aeron, but not from you.”
“He wastauntingus, Dice. He would have gone the terrorist route eventually because he knows we are coming. He knows his Rage Head army is dead, so he wants a wall of humans around him to stop us. I just leveled the playing field so they are after him too.”
Don’t ask me where this man came from, but I could just tell he was the missing Horseman I hadn’t met yet when he stormed up to the picnic table and flopped down. He was the same size as the other angels, but his hair was pure white and way longer than the other Horsemen. He had it pulled back with a strip of leather.
He was dressed head to toe in black, and he had a black bandana around his neck like he pulled it up to disguise his face. He ran his hand down his face and glared at Leif. He totally ignored me.
“What the fuck are you thinking? All the militias Isaiah has gathered for personal security are riled up and swarming the White House. You know those people love a good terrorist story and have a problem with facts and evidence. They are ready to blow the head off of anyone who so much as farts in Isaiah’s direction. Why didn’t you just cut him off when he decided to make an appearance to taunt you? Wasn’t that the entire point of your radio show? To silence him?”
I guess I was finally meeting the mysterious Asher, who took one look at the shitshow going down in D.C. and decided to make an appearance in Florida. I hadn’t officially met him. I was just sitting at the same table. He hadn’t spoken to me and was acting like I didn’t exist.
“You know how the Antichrists are, Asher. They are just like movie villains. I watch the same movies Aeron does, and I’ve got a history of Antichrists to go on. I was hoping if I let him talk a little, he’d drop something that would help us. Leif just got his panties in a twist and pissed off the entire country. But he is right, in a way. Isaiah would have known he’s next and riled up his army of Bubbas.”
“Well, we have to step up our plans because not everyone in D.C. and the surrounding areas are a part of his militia. Many people have radios there, and they heard that shit. We have to stop Isaiah before another war breaks out, and wehaveto get the proof of his crimes out, so those loyal to him stand down. I don’t think you understand the sheer number of armed people outside the White House right now.”
Aeron stood and ran his fingers through his hair.
“I haven’t gotten to kill anything since Leonard and Bubba. Let’s get back to the hotel so we can get to Asher’s hole up in D.C.”
I held out my hand. If he would not introduce himself, then I was.
“I’m Ariel. Or you can call me Speedy if you want.”
Asher looked at my hand like I covered it in green baby shit and refused to take it.
“I’m aware. I think you should stay here.”
Okay, the Horseman of Conquest was a bit of a dick, and who was he to bench me right at the end? Ineededto see Isaiah die. Dice, Leif, and Aeron surrounded me.
“She’s coming with us,” Aeron growled.
“We can’t leave her,” Dice said.
“We can’t have a Nephilim you’re all fawning over with us while we take down the most dangerous Antichrist we’ve encountered so far!” Asher said.
Leif just slung his arm over my shoulder and smirked.
“Shehasto come. You know she’s a Harbinger, and she’s painted us in the White House twice now. Without her, we die. With her, we have a totally lovely orgy after we send Isaiah back to Hell.”
Asher just scowled.
“Fine, but I’m not babysitting her. Let’s go before more people die.”
