The Guardian

by a drunk or otherwise careless driver. Now, there are lights at the intersection. It always seems to take the extreme price or sacrifice to make a change.
    Charles Radcliff's verdict was already in. He would be in an institution for quite some time. He couldn’t take care of himself anymore. He could not dress, eat, or any of the things he had taken advantage of. All of it suddenly gone. It was just like he had taken advantage of his victims.
    Without his eyes, he couldn’t look at his kiddy porn. Without his thumbs, he would always have difficulty handling anything, anything. Without his tongue, he couldn’t groom them and tell his lies to the defenseless. With only a stub of a penis with a plastic tube to urinate, it was good for nothing else.
    The authorities had found Charles Radcliff’s house. With a search warrant they found everything they needed to prosecute and convict him of his crimes. Not only did he have a collection of commercial books and videos of a vast array of child pornography, he had all but video taped himself engaged with young boys.
    The Guardian watched the news, read the papers, and sighed with disgust. Sure, he’d had managed to bring these two whacko’s to justice. He had even gotten an outcry of support from the people. But, there was not one mention of the laws. They weren’t talking about making the changes that needed to be done.
    They were crying, “How can this happen?” No one was looking at the judicial system as the reason. It made no difference to him. He knew what he had to do. Until they changed the laws to protect the innocent and weak he would be the one to see that justice was done.
    Chapter 26
    Finishing his meditation and prayers, he realized that he needed a few things. His supplies were running a bit low and he couldn’t afford to be without anything if a situation came up and he needed it.
    After making his list, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door. It was a two-hour drive into Vegas from Chloride. It would give him time to think. He needed to make sure that he was covering all his tracks. The last thing he needed was to lead them to his residence. He didn’t personally care if he got caught. It would mean he couldn’t protect the children and they would be helpless without him. That is what he feared most.
    Making sure everything was locked up and secure, he jumped into the van and headed into Vegas.
    He would be glad when the new roadway going around the dam was finished. It would make things a lot easier. The trip would be a lot quicker. As it was, security at the dam made things slow going. It had been that way ever since the 9/11 incident. It was even worse on the weekends. All the traffic coming and going into and out of Vegas. If he had to travel in a hurry, it wouldn’t do him any good to be slowed down or stopped and searched.
    The Guardian had spent a good two days cleaning and sanitizing his place. He had to make sure that in the event it did happen, they couldn’t trace anything back to him. There wouldn’t be any evidence left behind for them to find. He didn’t have unlimited funds. The money he did have was from investments he had made while in the service and over seas. It was a lot easier in the Asian countries. He would use the guise that he had the means of getting first class child pornography and child prostitutes. He’d take their money then turn them over to the authorities.
    They were so pathetic in their need to satisfy their sickness. These meatheads didn’t know who he was. They had never seen him, and because of the simple fact that what they were doing was morally and legally wrong. They knew there was risk and they did it anyway. He baited them, took their money, and rolled over on them.
    It was like the thief who stole drug money from a drug dealer. Who’s the drug dealer gonna call? Not the cops, that’s for sure. The risk there was usually the drug dealer. They had the muscle to take care of it themselves.
    The parasites that wanted the child pornography weren’t going to go to the law and say, “I was robbed trying to buy illegal child porno.” It was easy for him to rip them off. Nor did they have the muscle to retaliate. The sad thing, he had burned some of the same guys more than once. That was the level of their stupidity.
    He would take the money and sock it away into secured bank accounts. Some of them, listed under different names. It didn’t take him long to amass a great deal of money. The