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I spent the rest of the week trying to muster the will to not decline the invitation and just drown in my
depression alone. The week went by faster than I thought, the idea of meeting some new people kept me at the
very least entertained.
I accompanied the guy that invited me to the store right after work to grab some beers and protein to grill.
The trip was uneventful until we were heading to his place and he began asking me about my job, his questions
were surprisingly out of place, considering most were about the most obvious aspects of the job. He told me
he was somewhat envious of my position, his was apparently very stressful and had him constantly traveling.

Once we were at his house (which was inexplicably big) we started fixing the grill and opened a pair of
beers. I finally got to sneak in a question between his monologues and he immediately interrupted me.

His mood changed to a stoic seriousness and told me that I couldn't ask job related questions to him or his
yet to arrrive coworkers. His superiors are very secretive about their business and a two of his coworkers
may take offense. He did tell me that they worked directly under the owner, which only raised my curiosity.

A few hours later the rest of his department gradualy arrived. The first guy to do so brought 6 bags of chips
and a tequila bottle along, tall guy, at least 6'3 and with long brown hair and eyes. His appearance proved
to be just that, he was very well spoken and friendly. I actually worked in the same building than him for a
while, he used to be an engieer that worked at the main systems department. He turned out to be one of the
most knowledgeable people I've met, leading me to believe that their department was probably the one in
charge of the CEO's most sensitive information.

By the time they were all there we were all drinking near the grill talking shit. Very outgoing men (despite
their often misleading looks), a couple of them in their 40s, some in their 30s, the rest seemed younger. The
day went on better than expected, despite their endless talking they always kept a very heartfelt and loyal
professionalism.

One of the younger guys turned out to be a friend's cousin that worked for my same department. He had told me
that his cousin received a very sizable promotion and had been doing great, but his family did notice that he
was barely home and when he was, he seemed distant. As some were watching the game he asked me how his cousin
was doing and remained silent for the rest of the night.

The night went on until around 2 in the morning, and after getting home I felt glad I went instead of mopping
alone home. Everything went smoothly the next week, and the guys that worked in my building greeted me every
time thereafter. As the weekend got closer I was invited yet again to watch some game one of the guys liked.
Friday morning I was intercepted by one of the suits around the building's entrance, he presented himself as
a client's "confidant" and requested to see one of my coworkers. Before I could even tell him that he was
definately confusing me with someone else, one of the older guys from the weekend's reunion appeared and asked
the man to follow him.

Later that day I was asked about it by the same guy.

I was told the man that approached me this morning thought I was part of the department, it was possible that
one of the security guards saw me greeting one of the guys at the entrance and told the man so. Other than
that the night was fun. This went on for a few months and I got to learn a lot about these men, one of them
was married with 4 kids, another spoke 7 languages and had a degree in law, the tall guy I met second was
actually a an engineer with a doctorate, and the rest were pro athletes or something around those lines.

Almost a year had passed and I made good friends with all of them. Weekends were at least now something to
look forward to, although I still felt a gaping emptiness in my life. This was eventually what led me to
asking them what it was that they did for a living. Whatever it was it had to be interesting enough for them
to keep doing it despite their impressive resumes, they could probably be doing so much more. I was rather
surprised about how easy I got them to respond, they admited they worked directly under the company's owner
as "personal handymen". A service that, more ofter than not, was required by the owner's friends and partners.

This struck me as something taken out of some shitty anime, what kind of services could they offer when they
come from such a varied and unrelated backgrounds? One of them admited to just being a regular loser with a
passion for fitness and wing-chun. Obviously they were either straight up lying (I wouldn't had
doubted it since they were obviously prepared to answer such a question) or abstracting their actual jobs in
the most generic way they could agree on.

One particular night, we went to a club together (they knew the bouncers so we got in easy) and after we were
done I took a ride back with the engineer guy who barely drinks at all. He asked me if I was interested in a
position with them at their department, apparently he may get a promotion and someone has to replace him.

He told me he would let his superior know so I could get interviewed.

The interview itself went smoothly. I was asked about my life mostly, if I enjoy traveling and how much I
currently earn. By the end of the questioning he made a pause and told the engineer that reccommended me to
come in, he reiterated he believed in my skills and that I was a trustworthy person, that the fact I worked
for the same company and kept a great record made matters safer and that I already knew the rest of the team
well enough.
After he left, there was an awkward silence that broke when I asked what it was exactly that I would be doing.

He simply said "everythi
Finally, it was revealed to me what it was that these people did.

The current CEO is the son of the founder, a man who was nationally known for his wealth and industrial
presence, such was his power that David Rockefeller was among his closest friends. By the time his son took
over, the family owned practically every single factory on the state and a healthy chunk of unrelated
industries. Out of 11 children only 2 seemed to care about the business, the rest grew to become a lot of
retards and whores. To keep them out of jail and the press, the two wiser brothers hired a bunch of bodyguards
to keep an eye on the rest of them. Apparently this story spread among their friends (who where just as
stupidly rich) and decided to make a small team of their own, this time with the prupose of dealing with all
their personal and illegal shit, such as overseeing drug trades, taking care of their retarded kids when they
get drunk and run over a bum, spying on their spouses and enemies, etc.

The whole ordeal got traction and eventually it became common knowledge among the rich local circles. If you needed help
with something personal that for whatever reason you couldn't do, you'd speak with the current CEO to set up a price and if terms
are reached, you'd have his small team of personal handymen to help you out.

Their current IT guy (who was a personal friend of the CEO) was coming back to the company as head of some research department, and
they needed a new engineer nerd to replace him. Apparently I was chosen as a potential candidate because I have a clean
record and live alone. When the rest of the team vouched in for me I was their number one choice.

That very night we were all invited to the CEOs house and had the wildest party I've ever been to.


The whole ordeal got traction and eventually it became common knowledge among the rich local circles. If you needed help
with something personal that for whatever reason you couldn't do, you'd speak with the current CEO to set up a price and if terms
are reached, you'd have his small team of personal handymen to help you out.

Their current IT guy (who was a personal friend of the CEO) was coming back to the company as head of some research department, and
they needed a new engineer nerd to replace him. Apparently I was chosen as a potential candidate because I have a clean
record and live alone. When the rest of the team vouched in for me I was their number one choice.

That very night we were all invited to the CEOs house and had the wildest party I've ever been to.

You are a retard

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Not sure how you cocked up on copy pasting

>>723898785

I saved the text in a 14 year old emacs .org file that I'm currently opening using the fucking pentium machine.

>>723898552

why are you even here you waste of life?

anyway will continue to dump after this

Tomorrow is my third anniversary as a team member.

After replacing the past engineer it took little for me to forget about my past woes. I got to travel at least 3 times a
month, the job was challenging and fun, the pay was incredible (far beyond my wildest expectations) and the amount of hours
I actually worked added up to less than 40 a week. Most jobs involved transporting goods or taking care of (often illegal)
transactions. The occasional typical corporate espionage made it all worth it, most people are completely unaware of how
deep the rabbit hole goes. I personally witnessed straight up torture of a caught Chinese spy by other security "firms".
Life has been exciting, something I believed to be impossible for someone like me. And yet, every morning I woke up with a
genuine smile in anticipation.

However.

Ever since the 2008 market crash, we scored some high profile jobs that had me reconsidering my current status as a member.
It is obvious that there is a significant difference between the way that those with wealth and those with little interpet
life. Because its such a popular cliche, most people assume that people with ridiculous amounts of power and money live in
a slightly more luxurious fashion than the shrinking middle class. This couldn't be further from the truth and it took me a long time to realize it. Quite
honestly, had it they not been first hand experiences I'd refuse to believe them all.

A few hours after the market crash, our employer's secretary got swarmed with calls, the vast majority were desperate
multi-millionares in need of a favor to preserve their (illegaly aquired) riches. The situation was apt for a heft rise in
price, and naturally it was the richest men that got our attention first. This particular individual requested the most
bizarre favor we've worked on so far.

We didn't even take the time to prepare for the trip, the very next hour we were briefed we were already on the plane. This
banker from France was in desperate need of 120 million dollars to pay off the huge amount of clients that were trying to pull
out of some scheme. The banker's daughter was supposed to marry a rich Arab prince who would help the him out in exchange.
The problem was that the girl (who was known for whoring herself out at clubs everyday or so we were told) went missing 2 weeks
ago and they can't find her. The girl had a shitload of money so she couldn't be tracked by monitoring her cradit card or bank
accounts.

As soon as we got there we tracked down her closest friends and found out that she is indeed very promiscuous and loves to spend
her fathers cash. She had been all over the world already and no doubt had powerful contacts everywhere, her father barely cared
about her and she often took this kind of long, expensive trips. After an entire day we ended up with no leads.
Eventually we got access to one of her personal computers we found out that this chick was part of a sex touring website for degenerate
cunts like her. She had hundreths of pictures of her getting fucked by dozens of escorts, masturbating with her entire fist and
some serious self harming videos (one of them had her getting her nipples pierced with dirty syringes). We checked the forums
and found a few meeting tours for such degenerates, one of them began the same day she left, we decided to track her down.

After we caught up with the planes in the tour it was just a matter of time. All we had to do was wait for her to show up for her
next plane and intercept her. But the plane left without her, and we decided to stay and find out why, there was no chance of her being
aware we were tailing her. At the local bars we began questioning the costumers and most of them claimed to have seen a girl with a
matching appearance earlier that day. We ended up getting redirected to an underground bar near the city limits, a place the locals
spoke very ill about. The place laid in the poorer side of town, abandoned homes and increasingly depressing infrastructure slowly took
over the otherwise pretty streets. Eventually we arrived at an aggressively looking warehouse, alive with music and neon colors.
We had to pay $80 each to get in and once inside we were told the entrance to the basement (we were told she was inside by a waitress) required invitation. We pulled
the girl's name out and told the bouncers we were her bodyguards trying to get her home. After a few minutes we were given access.

After walking down a set of concrete stairs we arrived at yet another heavy door with a small camera poking out of a sloppy made hole near its top. The
smell on the other side gave it away almost immediately, the stench was all too familiar.
Inside, an almost alien spectacle of neon lights and unbearably loud house music did all it could to disguise the party, but it was not contrasting
enough. A couple of naked male prostitutes were drinking near the bar, naked and smeared in human shit from head to toe. In front of the door, a
small collection of chairs and cushions hosted a scat orgy, with 2 men fucking a tiny girl while covering her in shit, her screams were so loud we
could hear every moan through the music. The entire floor was littered with shit and piss, the smell inside was so unbearable two of the guys began
belching and we all ended up throwing up right there and then.

The male escorts saw us and immediatelly stopped thier squating and humping (there were 4 of us and we looked intimidating enough), leaving the
tranced girl to squirm and spazz on the floor. One of the bouncers came in (wearing a surgical mask) and told the prostitutes to go change. We
were told the girl owed almost 6 thousand Euros and one of the prostitutes claimed she promised him one thousand euros for a certain "special favor".
Since she was practically unconscious we made a call to our boss and ended up paying the club's bill plus an extra thousand to the manager to keep
this from going public. We were told to pay the whore off as well but we decided to keep the money and simply set him aside since his word held no
weight.

We took the girl (still covered in practically every bodily fluid imaginable) back to her hotel where we found her traveling partner. A tall black
dude with a french accent and a love for expensive cocaine. We ended up beating the living shit out of him and dragging him back to the girl's
father with us, the drugs we consumed on the way back (we flew on our boss's private jet). After heading back I personally thanked the girl's father
head of security for their business and I got an equally respectful response in return, on our way back home I noticed one of the guys was looking
particularly grim.

This job was responsible for much of the work we subsequently landed. Each job increasingly bizarre and illegal. Slowly we ceased to work transfering
money and securing transactions to tracking down people and investigating VIPs. Since we were all aware that the job itself required braking the law
every now and then most of us kept quiet about the extreme measures we sometimes had to take to complete a task. The rest however, decided against
continuing such actions and were reprimended by our employer, afterwards they dared say nothing more.
It was then that I truly understood the implications of working here.

I was permanently employed here. With the kind of shit I've seen and more importantly done not only would I summon my employers wrath upon me, even
if I managed to somehow leave on good terms my past clients would immediately see me as a potential whistle-blower and definately have me killed.
Even though this was something I understood from the very beginning, it never struck me as something I would eventually face, just the money alone
made it all worth it. What I felt however, was the exact same depression I suffered from before joining in. Money stopped being an incentive after
I was able to afford a comfortable lifestyle. The thrill of the kill was always there, alive as the very first time I killed a man, I never would've
thought I'd kill somebody in my lifetime, but after having no other option and pulling the trigger I developed a serious apathy against most people.

Human beings are truly the cancer of this planet. We were given the gift of sentience and conscience to conquer the universe and instead of accepting
our rightful destiny we betrayed our ancestor's sacrifice for the most self destructive tasks we can fathom. Ever wonder why people with tons of money
give themselves ridiculous luxurious livestyles? Humans are supposed to be raised to be better than their parents, a sort of ideological gene that
constantly evolves as it ages, but when the chain is broken, when the people lose their universal purpose, they are vulnerable to reprogramming.
Consciously or not.

Those raised in absolute wealth and power that had nothing to do with their inherited blessings aw lays end up hooked in a self destructive activity that they can
develop and perpetuate indefinitely. An undeserving ego that bounders in a hubris that constantly hungers for pleasure. Their greed is endless as its
the source of their pleasure, as long as they manage to keep the money pouring in they will continue to indulge in their degeneracy, while some did
show at the very least a noticeable amount of regret or shame, most of them simply believed themselves to be above everyone who dares criticize their
ways, and due to their positions of powers they rarely get told otherwise.

Little after the french banker's task was done with, we got send to investigate a man's wife that allegedly ran away with almost 50 million dollars
they kept in a vault at home (illegally acquired, obviously). Dealing with powerful men's trophy wives were probably the worst jobs of them all.
They were so fucking horrible even the men that hired us were told to cooperate with a few phone calls and resources. Women are by far, the number
one cause of pointless problems in the world. To make matters entertaining, fugitive women don't simply escape, to them this is nothing but another
adventure payed for by their respective husbands, fueled by stupidity and modern propaganda that brainwashed them .

The man wanted us to retrieve the money and the woman, who apparently "kidnapped" their only daughter. The man made it very clear, secure the cash
first. We were handed pictures of both the girl and the woman, the entire team couldn't help but to immediately arrive to the same conclusion. The
vast mayority of the pictures had the girl being held by a house keeper and there were barely any of the wife without trying to show off her
round fake tits.

Despite her virtually limitless resources the woman we were trailing was extremely easy to find, we ended up locating her in Jamaica after one of
her friends received a selfie of the woman we were tracking arriving at the airport. And the friend contacted our client to sell him the info. He
agreed and gave her 10 grand in exchange for the message. A simply call to the Hotel she was supposedly staying confirmed that she had indeed checked
out about a day ago. We attempted to confront the friend that sold us the message but she was unavailable. Apparently she took a plane to South Africa
with the money that very same day. The man that paid for the intel ended up getting scammed by his wife's friend.

He was so pissed off he told us to beat the fucking shit out of her and bring her to his house alongside his wife and daughter, and so we did.


After tracking her down again at some millionare villa in South Africa we decided to split in teams of 2 so we could keep an eye on the rest of her
friends who we thought might be in contact with this woman. I traveled all the way to South Africa and even then we did 5 hours of driving until we
finally reached the place. We broke in and what lied inside still haunts me to this very day.

The woman had apparently escaped because her husband constantly cheats on her and she wanted to get herself some revenge. So she went on a sex-tour
and took their daughter with her to spite him some more. After she got access to drugs she immediately lost control of the entire situation and
ended up getting scammed out of most of her money. By the time we arrived she had already died of a heroine overdose, covered in blood, tears and
semen. Her daugher was lying unconscious in her room, she had been beaten and raped at least 10 times. She was rushed to the hospital but it made
no difference, she a permanent mess.

Since the money was apparently stolen by unknown thieves it was practically untraceable. The client didn't really complain as much as I thought he
would, then again he had just recently learned about her daughter (who we later found out was pregnant and contracted AIDS). Our boss says that
the man didn't change his ways one bit, instead he even seemed relieved since he would've lost a ton of money in a divorce. Life seems to slowly
take a nihilistic approach to reality. It got to the point where I couldn't look at a woman's eyes without feeling a deep rage within. It took all I
had to not act on my impulses. All wealthy people revolted me, they caused me physical discomfort, every time we had to meet with a client in person
and hear their nonsensical stories about how they are the perfect husband and have given their trophy slut "wife" everything and more. I once got
told to get out of the room because the client was getting uncomfortable by my staring. My anger and disgust was such that I started enjoying the
constant beatings we had to give to uncooperative people.

When I was originally offered the job I wondered why the previous engineer left, a bigger pay couldn't possibly make up for the adventure and fun
he had. Even long after I replaced him I would constantly see him lifeless and bored. Stressed with his new desk job, waking 4 hours before he'd
want to, tired all day...

Now I understand why he left, because I wanted to leave more than anything in life. He saw an opening and escaped before things got out of control.
Even though he was no longer working with us he still worked for the same man, proof that he was still kept close despite his years of service. A
prisoner in a prettier cell, but a prettier cell nonetheless. Now I was forever a slave who got to live in luxury.
I felt scammed from my future.

And so I leave for work once more, to who knows where to do who knows what. In the end I don't really care anymore.

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