The Best and the Brightest
The Vanetski School for Gifted Children is a renowned “specialty” academy for adolescent Montenegran children from throughout the country who’ve demonstrated remarkable abilities in mathematics and science in their local public schools. The requirements for admission and battery IQ tests undertaken by applicants to “the Vanetski” are daunting. It is the premier institution of learning for gifted children in Montenegro. Parents eagerly pay out of own their pockets for tutoring and months of review courses for their children to sit for the exams. If admitted, each successful candidate enjoys a full scholarship – and guaranteed, subsidized admission to the University of Montenegro in the Capital City of Podorica.
So competitive are the entry exams to the Venetski School, they are held at multiple locations across in Montenegro the week following Orthodox Easter every year.
This year is a bumper crop. A group of parents from the village of Hamlo – a suburb of Podorica – pitch in their money for a chartered van to transport their kids to an examination location – a government building in Bardos, a small hamlet near Krepopavnia. The van is supposed to deliver twelve “high-achiever” applicants to the Venetski exam competition by 10:00 AM sharp on the morning of the test.
The van never arrives.
It’s a new Mercedes-Benz transport van equipped with GPS. Police find it around twelve noon on exam day, abandoned with a flat tire on the side of State Highway G7, about five kilometers from its destination in Bardos. The children are gone. The driver is lying in the brush nearby with his head split open, unconscious. He dies on the way to Hospital.
The VARYAG smells a Rat – A fat Simeon Khazar Rat – and mobilize as soon as the initial police reports filter in. Within a few hours VARYAG investigation teams are scouring the area where the van was discovered and interviewing witnesses. There aren’t many.
A local postman on his rounds says he saw the chartered Van pull off the road – and remain there. He assumed it had some kind of mechanical problem. He didn’t see any other vehicles or people near it.
“It wasn’t my business” He said.
A toothless old hag who lives in a dilapidated shack down a nearby dirt path off State Highway G7 “thinks” she heard kids yelling – maybe screaming – but then it stopped. She, too, remarked that “such things are none of my business”. The ample supply of discarded vodka bottles strewn about her shanty raised questions about her faculties.
VARYAG Wolfe Pack Teams refocus their attention on the Simeon Khazar Synagogue in Krepopavnia – a location that’s not far away. Luckily, final preparations for “Operation Pechene” are already underway. Overhead high-altitude drone surveillance catches the Vanetski-exam-bound van wobbling off State Highway G7 – obviously with a blown out front left tire – and coming to rest on the roadside wash. What follows, however, flabbergasts VARYAG investigators watching the footage. They can’t believe their eyes.
An official police van pulls up.
Its base color is white with the characteristic blue markings of official law enforcement vehicles in Montenegro. Emblazoned along its side is the word “POLICIJA” and its roof light bar is strobing white, blue and red lights in bright sequence. Two cops emerge and herd the twelve kids into their police van. One cop disappears behind the side of the disabled Mercedes transport van – and then reappears a few minutes later wiping his hands with a rag. He obviously slammed the driver’s head with the rock. The van has roof numbers – a two-letter code for the Municipality and numbers 33790. The municipal code (BD) is for Bardos – the town where the famous Vanetski School examination is supposed to commence in exactly one hour from the time stamp on the record. The cops know a famous test is going to take place that morning – and they’re in on the Simeon Khazar hunt for fresh young victims. They are parasites in official uniforms.
Within an hour, VARYAG investigators descend on the Police Station in Bardos and find police van BD-33790. They then take into custody, two Bordos cops: Andrei Buskovic and Timor Andrashko, who they find fast asleep in the locker room. Buskovic is collapsed and snoring over an empty liter bottle of cheap bootleg Bulgarian vodka. He has obviously pissed his pants. Andrashko is passed out in a chair, his head and lips trembling. The two “cops” smell like they haven’t washed in weeks. Their uniforms are filthy.
Where did the cops take the children?
The Interrogation of Andrashko and Buskovic lasts hours inside the grimy, run-down Bardos municipal police station. VARYAG Officers grind their teeth in frustration, knowing that the chances of the abducted kids being found alive plummets with each hour that passes.
Things finally get rough. They’re told the facts of life: You laid hands on children – our Best and Brightest – and delivered them to predators.
“Now your hands are forfeit.”
Their resolve starts to waver just a bit.
“Sargeant” Timor Andrashko turns out to be the weak link – he’s got Heroin needle track marks up and down his left arm. He was the commanding officer at the abduction scene. Policeman “First Class” Andrei Buskovic is the van driver. He has an IQ well below room temperature – but for all his body reek and wafting fragrance of unwiped fecal matter, he keeps his mouth shut. These two defiled, debased and thoroughly degenerate excuses for law enforcement officers – who are leveraging their badges to make extra money kidnapping children – disgust every VARYAG Investigator in the room. The subjects are bereft of morality and a disgrace to their uniforms. But slowly the picture improves.
Andrashko starts screaming, sweating profusely and shaking – he needs Heroin. He needs it now. The VARYAG Volchya Staya team look at each other in anguished frustration. Then – into this maelstrom of human depravity and degeneracy walks the one man who can “fix it“.
Permanently.
The Hetman himself. Heinlen. Followed by his faithful Paladins – his Vampyre Slayers of renown. They’re dressed in tactical and – with full Esprit d’ corps on display – even wear their “Handox”, their Viking throwing axe, in their belts. Heinlen takes command of the operation.
The men ask about their VARYAG Commander – Where is Major Markovic? Heinlen brings them all up to date.
Major Stjepan Markovic, is on the scene at Zurich General Hospital, personally supervising the security of his Second in Command, Captain Andrea Vucic as she rehabilitates. She’s had another close call. Since she was shot at Hyne Haus two weeks ago and went under the knife, she’s since suffered a Liver hemorrhage, necessitating another major operation. Captain Vucic is stable – but not out of the woods yet.
And interesting news has surfaced: VARYAG investigators have completed their study of the surveillance footage of the shooting event. Their conclusion? Captain Vucic was standing too close to Heinlen – and the huge moving Helicopter rotors may have resulted in Vucic being shot instead of the Hetman.
Was Heinlen the real target?
The VARYAG believe so. In fact, the Israeli IDF Sniper – a contract killer they tracked and apprehended alive in the Swiss forest the day of the shooting – says as much. It was to be an “either or” hit: Heinlen or Vucic. Vucic’s habit of hand-chopping Simeon Khazar Adrenochrome-squad foot soldiers has made her a target. It goes without saying that they want Heinlen out of the way for scores of reasons.
The Israeli contract sniper is Yoram Scheinfeit, born in Russia – now part of a Mossad group of select hit-squad operatives for hire. The VARYAG is keeping him “on ice” for the time being. He will be dealt with at a later time.
Heinlen takes over into the Police Station Interrogation Room like he owns the joint. The VARYAG Volchya Staya – Wolfe Pack – boys on scene watch with and learn. He’s been a cop – and has Interrogated many heroin junkies. He’s a master at it. Heinlen’s team wears tactical jackets already bearing the new VARYAG ensign: the letters V-A-R-Y-A-G with a Kolovrat superimposed on the left side and an Orthodox Crucifix superimposed on the right. The VARYAG “Vaeringjar” spirits soar; the Men of the Oath” are born-again.
HEINLEN (In a measured, businesslike voice):
“Sargeant Andrashko, isn’t it? I am Hyne.
You will tell me the precise location where you delivered the children that were being transported to the Vanestski School Examinations….
You are suffering, Andrashko. You need the Horse – Smack – don’t you? I can get it for you! All I have to do is walk down the hall to the Bordos Police Station Evidence locker and get you some….and a syringe! I’ll even cook it up for you on a spoon.
Just think about it, Andrashko……that beautiful, sweet brown liquid, steaming and bubbling in the spoon…..you can watch as I draw it into the syringe and inject you… feel its wonderful rush as calm washes over your body and mind……bathing you in Peace…. Peace, Andrashko! No more sweating. No more shaking. No pain. Relief Andrashko!!! Just tell us what we want to know!
ANDRASHKO:
“YOU’RE GOING TO TAKE MY HANDS!!! PLEASE DON’T TAKE MY HANDS!!! PLEASE!! HELP ME – I NEED HELP…GIVE ME A FIX AND LEAVE ME MY HANDS!!! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!! I’LL TELL YOU EVERYTHING!!!”
HEINLEN (In a quiet, soothing voice):
“No, no, Andrashko! I won’t take your hands!!! I will give you relief!!! Heroin! Sweet peace for your mind and body!! Let me help you, Andrashko!! Why won’t you let me help you??? Sweet calm, Andrashko…..think of it!! Peace!!!”
Heinlen turns to L’Enfant and gently leads him away.
“Find the Police Station evidence locker. This is Montenegro – they’ve got to have an evidence inventory of Heroin and paraphernalia from all the Roma Gang criminals they’ve busted. Find some Heroin and a syringe. Prepare a “Hot Dose” for both cops – it’s better they pay for their sins now than desecrate the Bordos Police Uniform any longer.”
L’Enfant returns within fifteen minutes.
Andrashko croaks out the whole story they need to know the minute he sees the nut-brown cooked Heroin inside the syringe. He is frantic, hysterical – burning with desire for the drug, his body contorting itself in paroxysms of muscle twitches. His scrawny body is now racked with pain. He’s a pathetically degenerate drug fiend. His stinky, crooked driver “Policeman First Class” Andrei Buskovic yells at him from across the room. In his drunken terror, he knows the end is near.
“SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! DON’T TALK!!!”
Heinlen injects Andrashko – and then Buskovic. They die quietly – too quietly, considering the Hell they’ve already consigned those abducted children to: Simeon Khazar torture and Adrenochrome harvesting…
HEINLEN:
“Alright. We know the exact location where the kids were dragged underground into the Pechene USSR Base Complex and where our VARYAG attack operation has to begin. We start at the portal Andrashko left the kids at – and four other Volchya Staya – Wolfe Pack – teams will spread out and enter through the other blueprint tunnel accesses.
Position our weapons storage containers off site at the Bordos Postal Facility so they blend in with the other trucks there. We move in on Pechene at dawn.
We’re going in hot and taking no prisoners. We want the kids – alive. But if we can’t get them – don’t leave anything breathing. If it’s a Vampyre, bag it’s head so we can roast all the bloodsucker skulls outside in a bonfire. If we make our way up into the Simeon Khazar Synagogue, use the Viking “Handox” in your belts to cut off all Khazar hands. Let the Khazars bleed out. Position incendiaries everywhere. Burn everything to the ground. Leave nothing standing.
BE STRONG. THEY COME FOR OUR CHILDREN – OUR SLAVIC FUTURE! SWEAR YOUR BATTLE OATHS TO CHRIST! SWEAR YOUR BATTLE OATHS TO ODIN! TO THOR! TO PERUN!
SLAVA RODNYA!
WE ARE VARYAG!”
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