Now the idea of an assassination brotherhood was toted around the media as a conspiracy theorists wet dream. The subject of this theory was on the news at that very moment. 'The Nothing' watched as it all unfolded on his 60” HD TV. A lesser man would have packed up and left that very moment for some foreign land – but he just watched, the images flickering across his eyelids as he absorbed the news like a sponge. Analysing it and what would have to come next; forever living a game of deadly, criminal chess – waiting for the opposition to move then striking two steps ahead. He hadn’t expected his opposition however, to be this blatant in his gambit. The opposition was laying its king on the line.
A press conference has just started. All around camera shutters click and flashes go off, illuminating the room from various angles. A man steps up to the microphones – he can’t be over 40 and is the Special Agent in question. Below the images, a scrolling bar of information explains this man is Special Agent ‘The Duke’ Landon veteran law enforcement officer and head of the FIB task force whose apparent goal is to track down and destroy the people responsible for the recent pattern of killings; apparently ‘contractual in nature’. The people mumbling in the conference room go quiet as the sharp looking, serious man speaks with a tone of harshness and a slight tinge of discernable anger.
“Today we say enough. Today we make a stand for what is good and right in this city. There used to be a time when walking the streets was safe. This was largely down to the heroic actions of our officers in the line of duty and our legal system prosecuting those criminals we seek to detain. But recently; at least the later example, has become rotten to the core. The legal system is slow and bloated. It is unable to deal with the new threats we face and what’s more, it is unwanting. Its bribery infected centre and its bought judges protect those who are the very people they should be putting away for life. Our city is at risk, people afraid to speak up about what new wave of avid violence and confrontational attacking of the public and police. No longer. I’m talking to you all today to tell exactly what is happening – why I’m furious at what our city has become and why I’m going to do something about it.
Officers are afraid to speak up about it. People whisper about it. It’s clearly the cause behind the East Holland killing and last Tuesday’s horrific massacre in Northwood. It’s the cause of media terror and mass hysteria. It operates mainly out of Algonquin and- well I’m not going to beat round the proverbial bush here ladies and gentlemen. An organisation is selectively killing our men, women and children. It’s attacking our officers and it’s links with the law and government allow it to escape the punishment it so long has deserved. These aren’t lovable rogues or killers for good – they are killers for hire. They are paid to murder the innocent, the weak and the righteous all for a pay check at the end. Callous, calculated and evil. There is no excuse, no way out of it. They have been involved in the deaths of hundreds over the last 2 years and will be responsible for many more if we don’t act. And I am acting. As of now I am dispatching the best men I have to apprehend and kill the pricks who are behind the veil of false good; to end their stranglehold of blatant violence and law breaking. I’m here to help all those too afraid to speak out about these heinous men and the power they now wield. These children killers, these terrorists.”
At this 'the Nothing' scoffed, anger bubbling slightly under his cool exterior. He never killed a child and neither had any of his Brothers. False allegations from a man punching way above his weight. The press conference drew to a close, as Landon spoke his parting comments. 'the Nothing' swilled his drink in the brandy glass and sighed a deep sigh of anger and irritation. This fly would have to be swatted - but so plublicly would pose huge issues. He would have to carefully plan his way around this one. But how?
“As long as I live they shan’t run amok. And if they kill me, then fine. I die, and we nail those f*ckers once and for all. Your time is numbered “Algonquin Assassin”! We are making the indictments as we speak and soon I'll have you f*ckers strung up in court like the common thugs you are. Your ass is grass, and we are the lawnmower!”
The television flickered off as 'the Nothing' switched it off and looked out over the LC skyline. And he heard the distinct sound of many sirens screeching in the distance.