Chapter 3 in The Series: The Justified

August 5th, 2025 / µ

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Certain long-standing institutions, agencies, and public offices are mentioned, but the characters are entirely imaginary. The opinions expressed are those of the characters and should not be confused with those of the author.

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Bernard was fuming with rage when he drove home. The thought of an Unwanted, humiliating Herbert, a man who had given his life to the nation, made Bernard want to hurt someone. But he only had his steering wheel, so he unloaded by banging his fat hands into it.

Bernard hadn’t wanted to leave Herbert. But Herbert had been so brave and strong, telling Bernard it was okay, he would be okay on his own, because he knew he could once again count on his brave friends. So, despite his fast-developing stress symptoms following this vicious attack by a single woman from the private sector, who was now out to kill him, Herbert had assured Bernard that he would be okay, as long as he was not alone at night, where most murders committed by single women from the private sector occurred. So, as per usual, Bernard had swiftly arranged for Oscar and Bertha to be with Herbert from 8 o’clock in the evening until 8 o’clock in the morning.

Bernard hated these single women from the private sector, and how he had loved to crush them when they ended up in his office, because they had lost their jobs or businesses. His only regret had been that he couldn’t send them somewhere like Sprogø or Neuengamme, as was done in the past, when the authorities knew how to deal with the Unwanted in Danish society, so that important men like Herbert did not have to fear for their lives.

Bernard loved his country, and he bemoaned that the Danish state no longer cared to protect decent people against society’s Unwanted. No, these days it was up to good men like Bernard to keep Denmark safe. That Bernard did not bemoan; he took great pride in his dealings with society’s Unwanted, and he would make sure that this particular Unwanted would never humiliate another very important man again.

It was a fact that single women from the private sector were a danger, a danger as real as terrorism and global warming, even if the mental illness in single women from the private sector that made these Unwanted want to humiliate, hurt, and kill public servants had yet to be defined, something Bernard’s old friend from social services, Walter, was working on. Walter’s groundbreaking research into the danger of single women from the private sector would one day revolutionize the world and likely earn him a Nobel Prize, Bernard was sure of it. But for now, Bernard knew he could count on Walter’s help. So the first thing Bernard did when he got home was to call Walter.

“It happened again,” Bernard said when Walter picked up the phone. “Herbert had a confrontation with an Unwanted, who is now out to kill him. He is at home, alone, fearing for his life. How fast can we get the team together?”

“One more? Damn, these mentally ill women,” Walter said. “Don’t worry, Bernard. I will reach out to the team.”

“I hope we can bring this matter to a close soon. Herbert should not fear for his life because this nation has lost its way,” Bernard roared.

“Of course not; it is an outrage,” Walter said. “And I am grateful to have one more opportunity to experiment on an Unwanted to see how It behaves under pressure so that we can bring forth Its evil and psychotic nature.”

“I admire your work, Walter. Oh, do I admire your work!”

“Thank you, Bernard – science is a calling.”

“You are a good man, Walter. And one day, your research will change the world for the better,” Bernard said, being so proud to know a great scientist like Walter.

“Thank you, Bernard. I will get the team together. Friday at your house?”

“Perfect.”

Friday evening, Bernard moved chairs from the kitchen to the living room for the team meeting. He stopped for a moment, mainly to catch his breath after 10 minutes of continuous movement. However, this much-needed pause left him time to reflect on the state of the nation.

How could a country lose its way to such a degree that important men like Herbert had to fear for their lives after a trip to the supermarket? The madness of it made Bernard sick to his stomach and reminded him of the importance of their mission.

Yes, tonight was important. And he, Bernard, was important because the team would be making key decisions in his home, decisions that could impact the nation’s future. So, he checked one more time to ensure he had made enough coffee.

When all were seated, Bernard raised his voice to cut through the noise and the chatter as cakes were passed around and coffee was poured.

“Esteemed colleagues and friends, I have called this meeting because there has been another incident. Another one of society’s Unwanted has threatened one of us. And we need to act now before it is too late,” Bernard said, looking around the table to make sure he had everyone’s attention before he continued.

“Herbert was confronted in a supermarket by one of society’s Unwanted, a female with Its own business, and we now have reason to suspect that It will kill him. He has taken sick leave, as he is, understandably, crumbling under the pressure of living in mortal danger due to an Unwanted’s criminal actions. Herbert is a highly respected public servant who gets up in the morning to serve the Danish state. He has the right to live without fear and be respected wherever he goes. He deserves more!” Bernard raged on, banging his tiny fists down on the table, leaning forward so that emerging drops of sweat fell from his now almost purple forehead down upon the old table. “And most importantly, he deserves our help in his time of dire need.”

Everyone nodded, and ‘yes’ and ‘absolutely’ were heard around the table, and one of the women said, tears almost running from her eyes, “Poor Herbert.”

It was Kirsten, a nurse who had been part of the group for years. For Kirsten, tears came easily; sometimes, she even teared up with joy when she killed a patient, as she sometimes did when they bothered her too much. Some of these old patients without relatives thought of the very important nurses as their servants, calling at all times, being hungry, being thirsty, having to go to the bathroom, even though they had their diapers to pee in. And Kirsten was no one’s servant.

“Is he holding on? Does he know that we are here for him?” Kirsten asked.

“Yes, Kirsten,” Bernard said. “He knows we are here for him. Oscar and Berta are with him as much as their very important lives allow, which is why they are not present tonight. Nighttime is the hardest time for Herbert. He is scared to be alone, which I am sure you can all understand. Being one of the brightest legal minds of this nation does not shield you from the stress of living in constant mortal danger,” Bernard said.

Everyone nodded in respect of Herbert’s legal expertise, which had never been questioned, even if his unfamiliarity with the Danish constitution, which to Herbert was just a collection of paragraphs he barely knew, let alone understood, should have turned some heads. But it didn’t. And despite his claim to hold a law degree, Herbert truly believed himself to be in the right to commit all the crimes he had been committing for years – break into women’s homes, or as he called it, look around; steal from these homes, and surveil every part of a woman’s life and home, or as he called it, collect evidence; spread outrageous lies and libel, or as he called it, tell the truth; and kill, or as he called it, protect Denmark against the Unwanted.

Yes, despite Herbert’s complete lack of knowledge and understanding of the Danish constitution and, much less, the penal code, to his co-conspirators, he was one of the finest legal minds of this glorious nation.

“And as you, Kirsten, with your extensive medical expertise, will know,” Bernard continued, “living under this kind of pressure, never knowing when an Unwanted will enter your house to torture and kill you, can lead to PTSD. This is what this country, with its tolerance towards the Unwanted in society, has come to!”

“An outrage,” Walter fumed, and everyone nodded, and ‘yes’ and ‘absolutely’ were heard around the table again.

“Yes, indeed, Walter, and I expect you, with your outstanding scientific mind, to guide us all through this once more,” Bernard said.

“Bernard, I am proud to be part of the team once again,” Walter said. “With our collected expertise, we will succeed. I trust all of you to be available so we can have around-the-clock investigation and observation of the Unwanted so that we can bring forth Its true and dangerous nature.”

Everyone nodded, and smiles of delight and hate could be seen on the lips of a group of monsters looking forward to doing what they did best – destroy a life!

Throughout his years as a social education worker at social services, Walter had polished and perfected his scientific method on how to expose insanity in single women from the private sector. He had even upgraded his skills with several 3-day courses on various aspects of human psychology paid for by social services.

So, Walter was, in his own words, a great scientist, enriching humanity with his amazing method, although it was unknown to anyone outside his team. But one day, the world would know what a great man Walter was. One day!

It was essential to Walter’s research that the Unwanted women were never left alone. The women should never have the opportunity to relax. They should remain under constant stress, which meant 24-hour surveillance.

Even if most members of the team found it inhumane to work more than a couple of hours at a time, none of them argued with such a brilliant scientist as Walter. Furthermore, with such a big team, the workload could be distributed, so no one had to work more than they wanted to. Plus, they all found it very interesting to observe the Unwanted in their private habitats, and the vital research had provided many team members with the opportunity to take some rather exotic vacations, paid for by social services, a public office that had a relaxed attitude towards spending taxpayers’ money on crazy projects, and often had no idea what was being paid for.

“So, what did she do, Bernard?” a man asked.

“It humiliated Herbert verbally and physically, Burt, and made no secret of Its intention to kill him,” Bernard answered.

“Okay,” Burt said, and everyone nodded towards Burt to thank him for his illuminating question. Well, everyone but Walter, who hated Burt. Burt, with his 1.93 meters tall, muscular body oozing confidence and sexual prowess, as opposed to Walter’s 1.67 meters and anything but muscular body, mostly oozing frustrations.

Burt and his friend Ernie from the police academy were men Walter had learned to tolerate because they were useful to him and his research. But he hated them both, like he hated all other men who wore a police uniform, Walter’s dream, but a dream that failed before it even got started, and why he later turned to science that would one day change the world!

“So, verbal and physical humiliation,” Burt said, feeling nothing but contempt for Bernard, who would get a hard-on when the women cried; Bernard, who had once ejaculated all over the screen when a woman had fallen down her staircase and broken her neck.

If it hadn’t been for the brilliant setup, which gave Burt the chance to humiliate, torment, and even kill women without risk, an activity he enjoyed more than anything else, he would gladly have beaten Bernard to a pulp. And that weasel Walter and his so-called research! It was torture; Walter just couldn’t admit to himself that he loved torturing women!

Burt knew that everyone in this group was precisely like him. But unlike Burt, they needed an excuse to do what they did, and thrived on the approval and admiration of others. They had to lie to themselves and come up with fake crimes and accusations against the women they wanted to terrorize because they were too weak to admit to themselves that they were predators who loved to torture women and watch them die.

Burt had no problem admitting what he was, and he did not need the approval or admiration of others. In fact, Burt didn’t feel the need for much anymore; he had everything he wanted. He received his paycheck from the police force every month, regardless of whether he delivered results or not, and one day, they would hand him his pension.

Thanks to the internet, Burt didn’t even have to leave his home to watch porn anymore. And Ernie’s knowledge of how to hack phones and computers, break into houses, circumvent alarm systems, and set up equipment to visually surveil women whom Burt wanted to look at naked in their bathrooms and bedrooms from the comfort of his home meant that Burt never really had to do much to get what he wanted anymore. The 21st century, with its innovative technology, was the golden age for the likes of Burt.

Yes, Burt knew how to take advantage of the modern world, and he enjoyed the power his uniform gave him in this country where no one spoke up against the public sector and its employees if they knew what was good for them. The Danish state took good care of its people, and individuals like Burt knew how to exploit the state and its glorification of the public sector to the max.

Burt’s buddy, Ernie, wasn’t, unlike Burt, much to look at, being a guy with the body of an anorexic teenager and the facial features of a 12-year-old boy. He tried to present himself as throw-up cute by adding Harry Potter glasses. It didn’t work, and he was awfully unsympathetic, too. However, he excelled whenever his colleagues needed something done, whether it was legal or not. Hacking the phones of girlfriends, wives, and the occasional ex was easy for Ernie and much appreciated by his colleagues.

Due to Ernie’s services, many at the precinct owed him favors for what he had done for them, which meant Ernie had too many friends for anyone to suspect him of the crimes they knew he committed.

Like Burt, Ernie did not lie to himself; he took pleasure in the crimes he committed, even in little things he could do with his hands tied behind his back. It was all a game to Ernie. And Ernie loved games.

Ernie had been an important figure on the role-playing scene for years. In his scenarios, Ernie could be anything he wanted, even well-built and handsome, so he was.

Ernie had preferred LARP to the real world. But after he went a little too far at a live role-play convention in Germany and a woman yelled rape, Ernie resorted to online gaming and only role-playing with the prostitutes he loved to tie up and choke.

Yes, Burt and Ernie had both had issues with anger in the past. But the team had given them an outlet, the outlet, the psychologist that their bosses had made them talk to after an incident where a young man almost died from their mistreatment had suggested they find. The incident itself was covered up, and due to their new hobby, the two of them had never beaten another problem citizen almost to death again.

The way the two of them had learned to control their anger made their bosses very happy as well as proud, because the Danish police force needed good men like Burt and Ernie. The psychologist was proud, too, and Burt and Ernie enjoyed killing women slowly a lot more than beating young men to a pulp.

“Moving on,” Bernard continued, “I would like to say, Walter, when your groundbreaking research is published, and the world realizes the mortal danger these Unwanted individuals present, the world will be a better and a safer place for decent and good people, those who protect this nation against all evils that may befall it.”

“Well said, Bernard,” Lisa purred.

“Thank you, Lisa,” Bernard said and continued, loving the sound of his own voice, “To follow the procedure we have to define It as a problem citizen, spread the word via reports and through the usual channels – contact reports, citizen-files, and so on, plus delete what needs to be deleted, such as exam records, merits and whatever else can get in the way of our very important mission. I expect you all to come up with one or more reports within your respective areas, where you explain the true nature of this Unwanted. I am sorry to disappoint you, Dorit,” Bernard said, looking at Dorit, a local school teacher. “But It does not have children, so your vital influence with children’s services will not be required this time.”

Dorit looked as if she were about to cry, leaning her acne-prone face on her balding schoolteacher husband, George’s, shoulder.

“You know that both George and I are eager to do our part, Bernard,” Dorit whimpered.

“We all know that, Dorit. We appreciate your loyalty and the vital importance of your expertise in the past when we had children removed from the Unwanted who gave birth to them. But this one has not even reproduced –“

“Fat and ugly?” Ernie asked.

“No, just too self-centered to have children,” Bernard said. “But to get back to Dorit and George, your dedication will serve us elsewhere this time. Your expert knowledge and insights into human psychology, and your ability to see through all lies, due to your specialized know-how and experience, will come in handy when you canvas with Herbert, my wife, and me -“

“Thank you, Bernard,” George said, feeling pride flush through him that he and his wife were to work alongside the head of the investigative team. “It will be an honor for me and Dorit,” he said, trying to muster enough manliness to sound like a man instead of, as usual, sounding like a prepuberty boy.

Dorit nodded in agreement; she, too, was proud that her years of arbitrating and exposing culprits in schoolyards and classrooms could be put to use to save the nation from the Unwanted. And she couldn’t help but throw a victorious glance at Lisa, who was seemingly not going to work alongside Herbert and Bernard.

“Think nothing of it – your years of dedication to our crucial mission have not gone unnoticed. When Herbert is up to it, we will dig deeper into this Unwanted subject and find what we need. Unfortunately, this Unwanted lives outside society’s norms – no children, no debts, no criminal record, no recorded illnesses or long sick leaves. Obviously, this presents a problem,” Bernard said.

Everyone nodded.

“And where is your wife, Bernard, if one may ask?” Lisa asked, trying to pretend she was fine with Dorit and George canvassing with the lead investigators, when, in fact, she was furious. Dorit and George were school teachers, whereas she worked at the police force. How could Bernard choose them over her? How could he?! How dared he?!

“At a very important meeting at the kindergarten, thank you for your interest, Lisa,” Bernard said, annoyed that Lisa had interrupted him. That woman and her questions! If she hadn’t always done exactly as they told her, Bernard would have been glad not to have her on the team.

“Of course,” Lisa said, happy to be acknowledged.

“The Unwanted may have eluded the system,” Bernard continued. “But we all know It is dangerous, and It has now proven that It poses a danger to public servants and, thus, the nation, which is a mental illness, as our esteemed colleague Walter’s pioneering research - “

“What if It kills Herbert?” Lisa asked, and Bernard looked as if he was about to explode—that woman and her questions!

“I am sure we will be able to terminate the study before that,” Walter said and smiled, and they all laughed, except for Bernard, who felt as if Walter was upstaging him in his own home, and Bernard did not like that, brilliant scientist or not.

“And your position, Lisa, at the police station is vital in this respect,” Walter continued, ignoring Bernard’s red face. “As per usual, you, Burt, and Ernie must ensure no one believes It or, better yet, talks to It. Some of your colleagues have, at times, shown leniency towards these criminals. And when an Unwanted finds someone who will listen, It can manipulate the person to feel sorry for It. And that will interfere with the process and make it problematic to prove Its mental illness.”

“Consider it done! And, yeah, there are too many in the Danish police force today who think women can just yell rape or stalking and get away with it,” Burt said.

“Yes, consider it done,” Lisa purred, looking admirably at Walter, whom she had had a crush on for years.

Walter was the one who had gotten his friend Lisa on the team years ago. Lisa had been reluctant until she learned from Bernard that as a team member, she was entitled to compensation from the Unwanted criminals in the form of things, pretty things.

So, over the years, Lisa had gotten so many compensation items, so many pretty things from the houses of the Unwanted, including a complete set of royal china for 24 people, that she had always wanted but couldn’t afford. Lisa had never had 24 people over for dinner; in fact, Lisa never had anyone over at her house. Not even Walter, even though he was divorced these days.

But Lisa liked the way the china looked in the glass-door cabinet she had bought. When she was sad, she would dream of how to use the china for sophisticated evenings with a group of elegant friends, where they would eat a lovely five-course meal and listen to classical music or lounge jazz, discussing world events. But so far, she had only used it for take-away pizza when she was eating alone, watching her favorite young male YouTubers.

Unlike Walter, Burt detested Lisa, and he felt sick just looking at her fat body; he liked his women to be young, slim, and prostitutes. That way, he could get what he wanted, with few or no questions asked if he paid enough, instead of all that relationship nonsense. Women were walking, talking vaginas to Burt, nothing more.

But to help the team, Burt had on occasion humiliated himself and had conversations and sex with a fat woman.

Usually, the police and prosecutors accepted all their lies without asking questions if one of the women reported that she was being harassed, followed, or even physically attacked. But sometimes it took more, and even if fat women filled Burt with disgust, he had once or twice smooched that fat and ugly prosecutor, Gertrud Gullible, to make sure she would not trust the words of a slut they were working on, whose report had by accident reached her desk.

And that was how Burt found out that the prosecutor Gertrud Gullible hated women even more than Burt, and that Gertrud was a woman wholly deprived of empathy, who would dismiss any rape case at the drop of a hat, just to get the pleasure of watching a woman fall apart.

Yes, Gertrud hated women, and she did her best to make sure that crimes against women were prosecuted as seldom as possible.

However, it was only in rare situations that Herbert’s anonymous death threats to himself, the fake reports from social services, their collective lies, as well as so-called evidence of these women’s mental illnesses and their harassment of entire neighborhoods - including recordings of Walter’s daughter screaming her head off - were not accepted by the police force and prosecutor’s office, no questions asked, if one of the women dared to contact the local police force. And if she continued to make accusations after having been told to get lost, she could be threatened with charges of harassment, offending a public servant, or making false accusations.

Yes, it was easy to throw a §119 – threats against a public servant, or §121 - offending a public servant, at crazy bitches who wouldn’t shut up. There was also the possibility of charging these annoying women with making false accusations, §165 of the Danish penal code.

Burt had yet to see his colleagues investigate a harassment or stalking claim made by a woman against a public servant. The thought itself was ridiculous to Burt.

If pushed to take action, his colleagues would ask the accused person if he had done what the woman claimed. When he said the woman was lying, it became an absolute fact that she was lying. And then the woman was the criminal, because she had committed the crime of falsely accusing a person of a crime. And so the Danish police and prosecutors could ruin her life, regardless of whether these accusations were false or not; after all, they would never be investigated.

And so far, Danish lawyers had not been a problem. After all, Danish laws protected the authorities against both lawyers and journalists sticking their noses in the state’s business. Anyone could be refused access to any document without reason or explanation, apart from a We have decided so, now shut up-answer, though written in less offensive wording. Even court proceedings were often off-limits to the public and press in Denmark.

Bottom line was that the only way their victims could escape death was if they vanished, disappeared, and became someone else far away from Denmark and the EU. Otherwise, they would die, as Herbert, Bernard, and Walter had planned their death, and no one would ever lift a finger to stop it.

Yes, Burt was grateful that Denmark was a primitive country where lies and libel told by public servants about a random woman could, with minimal effort, be turned into uncontestable truths in the judicial system, resulting in the woman being deprived of all civil rights, so she was easy to hunt, destroy and eventually kill because Burt detested Gertrud Gullible and her fat body.

Another person Burt detested was Herbert, whom Burt found revolting, and Herbert’s constant whining and fits of hysteria made Burt want to beat him to death. That and the fact that Herbert always felt sorry for himself and portrayed himself as a genius, much like Walter.

However, in this group, being hysterical and childish was the norm. They all behaved like a mix between toddlers and assholes on amphetamine.

It was either whining and complaining and telling each other how hard their lives were and how they were essential and very important, or it was yelling and screaming and kicking things around if the bitch whose life they were tearing into smithereens didn’t react to their actions precisely the way they wanted, or played their game of chess, as Bernard sometimes referred to their criminal setup most likely to sound intellectual. He didn’t. Bernard didn’t even know how to play chess.

Burt remembered a night a few years ago when he had been on watch with Herbert and Walter. The bitch had come up with a way to sleep through the sounds and other noises they used for sleep deprivation by investing in top-notch earplugs, the ones musicians use. After this, she began to sleep for 3–4 hours and got her life back on track. Not that it mattered; she was still one for the grave.

But Burt remembered how Herbert had reacted, kicking and shrieking, throwing chairs around, and eventually drop to the floor and scream like a baby:

It isn’t fair! She is winning! I want her to suffer! I want to win! Why isn’t she dead yet?

Until that night, Burt had bought into Herbert’s stories. After all, Burt knew what bitches were like. But that night, it became clear to him – it had always been a lie. It was a game these people played with human targets; a live scenario established through lies and their collective madness, and a game they always won.

Burt had no second thoughts, though. This setup was perfect for his extracurricular activity in this rotten country, where the laws protected public servants and their lies to a degree where a setup such as this was possible.

The woman who had dared to use earplugs had died the following week. She had slipped in the shower, so to speak, and Burt’s colleagues had not made a big deal out of it, nor did the coroner. Her house had been left empty for 12 hours before her family had shown up – by that time, all evidence of their crimes had been removed, and the women on the team had collected what they wanted. The family had only themselves and their indifference to thank for the house being more or less empty, and they couldn’t prove anything.

And the neighborhood had been more than happy to take part in the looting. They knew that the woman who had died suddenly had posed a mortal danger to them, so they truly felt that they had the right to raid her house; after all, she had ruined the neighborhood.

Everyone had forgotten that the woman had had a business, had lived in the neighborhood for 20 years, and that they had liked her until Herbert and Bernard came along and told them she was a danger to them and the nation. Yes, in the end, the neighborhood had only remembered what they had been told by a group of monsters, and they were all glad the woman was dead; they felt safer now.

In Burt’s experience, the people who joined in the fun and destruction couldn’t care less what was true or not. What mattered to them was to be perceived as sociable, kind, picture-perfect citizens by the right people, and for everyone else to see them as people who did their best to create a sense of community in their neighborhood through worthy communal activities.

The insane lies told by Bernard, Herbert, and the rest of the group gave the people what they wanted by making each of them essential players in a cruel activity, carried out by a group they could identify with, and this way, achieve their goal of picture-perfectness and community. And all they had to do was to destroy a human being, who had been defined as a dangerous enemy, by monsters.

And this always made people happy. Some even cut down on their happy pills while keeping the nation safe, which to Burt and the rest of the group’s advantage increased their extreme behavior.

Yes, Burt had learned over the years that on or off their drug of choice, ADS or not, making an entire neighborhood believe that a set of lies was the truth was alarmingly easy. Any crazy idea put into their heads would, within days, become an obsession, which they would aggressively fixate upon, making it smooth sailing to make them hate, fear, and detest. And the mania that always followed in these groups increased their trust in the setup so much that they forgot reality and played the game until the end.

So far, no one had ever questioned their lies, and no one ever came to the women’s aid. Yes, more often than not, Danes were devils, and the combo of the Danish police force’s indifference towards women and this sick mentality made killing single women from the private sector a no-risk activity.

“Okay, it seems the cake is almost gone, so I guess the meeting is over,” Bernard smirked, and everyone laughed. “Lisa, will you share the files with each team member, please?”

“Of course,” Lisa said, getting up from the unfortunate chair underneath her enormous backside and dawdling over to the table in the background where Walter and Bernard had placed a stack of folders.

“Thank you. Now, let’s go over the case one more time before we begin to search for an investigation site. This Unwanted lives in a house in the suburbs, so we need to ensure that Its neighbors understand they are in mortal danger as soon as possible; that is, we need to inform those who actually care about this nation. We need to find the good and decent people in Its neighborhood, so no liberals or humanists, but good and decent citizens, and we are always glad to let the next generation partake and learn how to protect this glorious nation against all enemies, foreign and domestic,” Bernard said. “And Kirsten, as always, your brilliant son, Bertram, is most welcome on the team.”

Bernard and Herbert loved spending their time with kids, educating and entertaining them. And they both loved Bertram so much. So, Bertram, who was now 13 years old, had spent his weekends and even nights for many years being taught how to terrorize and kill women slowly. And Bertram, like all children, was a swift learner.

Kirsten believed this group was good for Bertram, given that his father had escaped Kirsten before Bertram was born, and Bertram had been left without a father figure in his life, if you don’t count the numerous doctors from the hospital that Kirsten fooled around with. Kirsten didn’t. Instead, to Kirsten, the men on the team were the male role models that her little boy needed to become a well-adjusted and good man.

Bertram had begun acting out at school years ago. Kirsten had concluded that it was due to a lack of sleep, and the teachers had accepted that conclusion; who were they to question a nurse? So, Kirsten had cut down on his hours with the team, and it had helped.

Bertram still beat up other kids now and then, but when your mother is one of society’s everyday heroes, such behavior, as long as it doesn’t get out of control, is acceptable. The teachers knew Kirsten was a fantastic mother and blamed Bertram’s victims for Bertram’s violent behavior.

“Thanks, Bernard. He will love to see all of you again,” Kirsten said, feeling relieved that she would once again have some nights to herself. “And I agree, those damn humanists with their constant nagging and talking about rights. You simply cannot trust people like that!”

“That’s true, and it is the same with those liberals; always with the questions,” Dorit said, and everyone nodded.

They all knew the investigation had to take place in a house owned by good and decent Danes, people who held a truly profound love for their country, who never questioned anything, and who accepted that laws sometimes had to be broken for the greater good, as opposed to liberals and humanists, who believed in ridiculous concepts such as human rights.

“Thank you, Dorit,” Bernard said and continued, “I see you all have the Unwanted’s file in front of you. You can see what monster we are dealing with. And to make sure we are all on the same page,” Bernard said, waiting for a reaction to his joke, which, to his dismay, did not occur, so he continued, “let’s go over our esteemed colleague Walter’s brilliant and groundbreaking scientific method one more time, so we all know what we have to do. Walter, if you please?”

“My pleasure, Bernard,” Walter said. “As you know, the way to make these women understand who and what they are, as opposed to what they think they are and pretend to be, is to repeat it 24/7. If we need to be somewhere else, we let a recording run in the background. They must be made to understand that they are what we say they are, not what they think they are.”

“Your brilliant idea,” Burt said, not even bothering to disguise how stupid he thought it was that their attempts at brainwashing were portrayed as a scientific method.

“Yes, it is part of Walter’s groundbreaking technique to reveal mental illness in single women from the private sector, the condition that makes them harass and kill public servants. That’s correct, Burt,” Bernard stated, irritable and still disappointed that no one had laughed at his excellent joke. If only Herbert had been here, he always laughed at his wonderful jokes, as did Oscar.

“Just checking,” Burt said. “So, who is this single woman who thinks she works as a, let me see, freelance digital designer?”

“It is a former welfare client with a gambling and a drinking problem who was hospitalized for five years because It heard voices. It was a nightmare at social services when It was young, always threatening Herbert, and It was bred by welfare clients without education and always making trouble for their caseworkers. In school, It was obese and could barely spell Its name at the age of 16, and It was still wearing diapers at the age of 10 years. It has never held a job, and It was also a sex addict – mostly transgressive sexual behavior. Herbert always had to keep It at a distance back in the day, also because Its teeth were rotting because of Its low hygiene level.”

“Oh my God, Bernard. That is disturbing,” Kirsten said. “How did Herbert even get through those meetings? I mean, I know how these Unwanted are a nuisance when they pretend to be sick, and we have to waste our very valuable time and resources on them! But, at least they can be discharged from the hospital sooner rather than later. But when they keep coming back! Disgusting!”

“Herbert lives to serve the Danish nation, as do we all, Kirsten, and he, no matter the situation, never loses sight of that nor his love for his country,” Bernard said, and Kirsten felt her, for lack of a better term, heart beat faster. “It was a nightmare from the day It was born. As was Its family – the people who destroy this nation, all with criminal records–“

“Is this her?” Burt asked, pointing to a photo of the woman in his folder.

“Yes, that’s the Unwanted, Burt.”

“Well, I know her – I went to high school with her. She was pretty clever, boring as hell, didn’t drink, but smart; and her family was, I think they were pretty well off –“

“Burt, I am sure you remember wrong,” Bernard said. “Walter has already poked around at social services, and this is the information we have on It and Its family –“

“Bernard, she was a brain in high school, and people from well-to-do families don’t have rotting teeth –“

“I am sure you are confusing It with someone else, Burt,” Bernard said, his fat face turning almost purple. “It is what I say, It is, and It is dangerous and out to kill Herbert.”

“Oh, poor Herbert,” Lisa whimpered.

“Fine. As you say, Bernard,” Burt said. After all, she was just another bitch.

“And not to mention what a nightmare It was when It was at school. As Bernard so rightly said, It was almost retarded. Everyone tried to help It as much as possible, but it was useless. All the teachers knew where It was headed from day one,” Walter said.

“She went to a private school before she went to high school,“ Burt said. Why couldn’t these assholes just admit that they hated single women from the private sector and lived to terrorize and kill them?

“What did you say, Burt?” Bernard hissed.

“Nothing, never mind.”

“This great nation is better off without It,” Bernard said, slightly worried that Burt would start thinking for himself, which had hitherto not been a problem, not that Bernard knew about anyway.

“We must deal with It, make sure It is taken care of. So, we will begin the treatment as soon as Ernie arranges for the equipment to be installed in Its home so that It can hear voices 24/7 and learn who It really is, as opposed to the self-image It has created because It has that unique type of mental illness Walter’s research is all about,” Bernard said. “And so, Ernie, if you would contact your colleague Benny and make sure he delivers the equipment as per usual – phone, internet, surveillance in all rooms, so we are able to both see and hear It all the time.”

“Sure, Bernard,” Ernie said, looking forward to the thrill of breaking in and going through the bitch’s life before the sluts on their team had a chance to steal anything. Ernie loved his trophies, and he always got first pick!

“Good. Benny’s expertise is highly valued by all of us, I am sure,” Bernard said, and everybody nodded. “And now to end this meeting,” Bernard continued, “I would like to say that I am honored to be in this room tonight. I feel privileged to know so many heroes, and it will be an honor to complete this crucial mission alongside you, my noble friends.”

“The honor and privilege are ours,” George said, looking around the room at his co-conspirators, who all nodded with serious and hateful smiles on their evil lips, except for Burt, who looked as if he was about to throw up, but said nothing.

“Thank you, all of you,” Bernard said. “And now that we all know the monster we are up against, I have only left to say that given that the Unwanted works from home as a prostitute, it will be less of an ordeal to treat It with the glorious and groundbreaking technique developed by one of this great nation’s finest scientific masterminds, Walter,” Bernard said.

“Thank you, Bernard; as always, I am proud to do my part to make Denmark a safer place for all decent people,” Walter said, almost tearing up, and everybody nodded again.

“I guess we all agree then,” Bernard said. “This dangerous, mentally ill Unwanted, who is out to kill Herbert, must be surveilled, researched, and dealt with for the greater good and the safety of Denmark.”

“And to save Herbert’s life,” Lisa purred.

“Yes, that too, Lisa, of course. For Herbert and Denmark,” Bernard said, standing up and raising his filthy coffee mug.

“For Herbert and Denmark,” they all roared, their voices bursting with a mix of hatred and pride, raising their coffee mugs so that sweat stains could be seen on multiple armpits, as well as smelled.

And so, a group of people whom no one would ever hear or know of sentenced another random Danish woman to death, as they had done so many times before.

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