Flagg was a sight to behold barreling down the 2 lane blacktop at better than 100 miles per hour. The first thing you might notice was the color of the Bentley Arnage T he was driving.  To say it was white would be a great understatement. At a final cost of just over half a million dollars, it was a minimalists' wet dream.  The entire car, save the tires, brake lights, and light blue digital displays, was bright white. It had an almost ethereal glow about it, which is why the cult members referred to it as the Ghost.  Sound dampeners inside and out reduced the engine noise to a barely audible whisper even when pushing 9000 rpms.  Unlike the current street racing crowd that favored those annoying super loud muffler systems, Flagg didn't want to advertize his comings and goings, especially since the FBI had him under constant surveillance.

The second thing you were sure to notice was the striking contrast of the driver.  The only child of a psychiatrist mother and pharmacologist father from the central region of Africa, Flagg was as black as a pool of crude oil.  His pearly white teeth were the only part of his body that didn't seem to absorb all light. His skin was flawless and his smile had the ability to disarm his detractors with little effort. In short, he was a walking ebony god.  He was wearing the all black robes of his position of the leader of Le Église du Papillon Blanc Albinos. As a legally registered non-profit church, Flagg's cult was his personal army with which he waged war against his enemies and the authorities were unable to do anything about it.  Of course, that didn’t mean they weren’t trying their hardest to catch him doing something illegal.

His parent's most important contribution before leaving their home country was to develop a method for brain washing people through a combination of drugs and psychological tactics.  The dictator in power, with the help of CIA advisors, was using their procedure to keep the armed forces loyal to him.  Unfortunately for him, his wife wasn’t in the program and had no qualms about stabbing him 25 times after she caught him molesting their daughters.  After his death, they were able to escape the impending civil war by bribing a seat on a freighter bound for Miami.  They were able to smuggle all of their research on a microchip embedded….well, let’s just say that no one looked there.  Unfortunately for them, they both died tragically in a car accident on the night after his 18th birthday. 

The investigators concluded that the husband fell asleep while driving, which caused the car to careen off the cliff and onto the rocks below.  Since there was no reason to expect foul play, the coroner did a cursorary autopsy and sent the bodies onto the crematorium.  Once the bodies had been turned to ash as their recently changed wills expressly proclaimed, there was no way that anyone would be able to find the Obedience in their system.

Unbeknownst to them, Flagg had uncovered their research early in his teenage years.  A genius on any scale, he understood immediately how he could put the methods they developed to good use.  Slowly over the next couple of years, he had implemented the process on them to the point where they would do anything that he asked and think it was their idea.  Like the idea of taking out a $5,000,000 life insurance policy on each of them.  Of course, the policy would pay double in case of an accident.  They both named each other as the primary beneficiary and listed their darling son as the secondary beneficiary on both policies.  When he instructed them to drive the car off the road the day after he turned 18, they had no understanding of what they were really doing.  Even when they were about to hit the jagged rocks at the bottom of the cliff, they had the look of Golden Retrievers who had just been told how good they were.  The money from the insurance policies gave him the nest egg necessary to manufacture Obedience on a much larger scale.

With the increase in purity levels, Flagg was able to grow his empire at a fantastic rate.  After working with a brilliant chemist he “recruited” at college, he was able to turn the oral drug into something that could be administered via aerosol spray.  This way, he was able to convert large number of followers who attended his free seminar entitled “Get Rich Using the Money You Already Make”.  The attendees were administered Obedience from the overhead misting machines that kept the mid-summer’s heat at bay.  After the morning session on the second day, their minds were pliable enough to start indoctrinating them into the cult.  After 3 more days, some were sent back into the world to spread the gospel to their friends and family.  Others simply contacted their company’s and tendered their resignations over the phone or via email.  Then they contacted the financial institutions and transferred all of their worldly possessions over without batting an eye.  Once that was complete, they moved in to one of the ever growing number of cabins and set about providing for Flagg’s every need.

Of course, none of this was on the mind of Flagg at this very moment.  There were only 2 things that occupied his thoughts.  The most important being how to get back his property that was stolen from him.  That’s exactly how he thought of Jennifer, as something he owned.  He had first set eyes on the blonde beauty while she was testifying in front of congress about the exact nature of her father’s business dealings.  After the 4th time she answered a question with “I have no recollection of that, Senator”, he decided that she needed to be taught a lesson of humility.  The fact that Giuseppe’s illegal enterprises were something he wanted for his own was icing on the cake.  Her flexibility in the bedroom was a welcomed surprise and one he intended on enjoying for a long time to come.

The second objective was determining exactly how he was going to kill the man who had stolen her from him.

Albert didn’t recognize the car, but understood immediately that it wasn’t out for a Sunday drive.  Looking around his environment, there didn’t seem to be an easy way out.  That didn’t stop him from hoisting Jenny over his shoulder and running across the road and into the nearby woods.