I stepped out into the light of this late winter day afternoon. It was bright and was warming up. Spring was well on its way and I was glad that all going well, today my problems with the FIB would all be over and the Organisation would be spared a huge blow. I stepped into the office of the Justice Court offices in the GLS and spoke with the receptionist. She tried to speak with me longer, an obviously attempt at flirting, but I had a job at hand and wasn’t interested. She led me to Mr Carson’s office and I spoke with him about a possible information lead.
"So, you have information on high up members involved in the recent Assassinations? This certain Organisation I am dealing with at the moment is known to be very dangerous. Are you sure you want to continue? Just 2 days ago the main prosecutor was found dead and a lawyer who was working with him also dead. I think you are very brave to be fully exposing this, another key witness as killed in the Easter Basin docks in San Fierro.”
“Yes, I heard about the killing. I believe the killer also fought a large number of FIB agents?” I said, almost laughing inside that the very man who killed those agents was discussing it with their boss, who hadn’t the slightest clue the killer was right there.
“I would be willing to testify if I could just secure one vital piece of information from a contact. May I use one of your office computers?” I said, and he fell for the bait.
“Ok. Just this way,” He led me out of his office and into one of the office booths across. “You can use this one.”
I immediately got to work hacking into the database they were using. Over the last month I had been learning how to break encryptions for just this visit. I finally managed to break the codes; they mustn’t have thought someone would hack them from their own building. I found the files I needed, a hefty 80 page data log on several prominent assassins of our Organisations, witness testimonies and photos of crime scenes.
Leaping into the action, I deleted every single file. Every little information detail was deleted, and then I place my pen drive in. It was specially designed to wipe all the data from the deepest hard drive and then purge the whole system, frying the computer. Within 30 minutes, they would find all the information across the network concerning the Organisation was gone, and the main servers were fried. Excellent.
When I was finished I returned to Mr Carson’s office and spoke a little more, teasing him with information. As my description was vague, he didn’t know who I was as I was using an alias. After I spoke to him, he started to say with my testimony the Organisation would surely topple. Then I told him the truth.
“I neglect to say Mr Carson; I have been pulling the wool over your eyes.” I said with a smirk.
“Oh really? On what matter?”
“This one.” I drew my Desert Eagle from my suit, which I had had smuggled in by one of my contacts. He then alter placed it under one of the private computers, the very one I used. The perfect set up.
“You see, you shouldn’t have messed with an Organisation as powerful and organised as we are. We have the most skilled agents there are. And you thought that by convincing friends to sell out with money and new identities you could bring us down? That’s were you’re wrong.” I smiled a little more confidently, knowing my plan was coming to fruition.
“No, you are wrong Mr Donald...”
“That isn’t my name.” I said, with yet more comfort. I had denied him, even my name.
“Well, you know by killing me, you solve nothing. My pals will rush in and pop you, and your friends testimonies are more than enough to bring down your disgusting murder for Hire Corporation.” He said with a sneer.
“The one thing that niggles with me is that we aren’t a murder for hire corp. We are skilled marksmen and assassins, whose level of expertise far surpasses you and your cronies. You were dumb enough to let me use your computer. This pen drive” I lifted the pen up “has totally fried your servers and wiped all evidence.” I laughed at the look of confusion on his face. He stood up in anger.
“You think you’re smart. The evidence is still on my computer. You’ll never break that encryption!”
“The best code breaker ever is this.
” I lifted a grenade and showed it to him. It was covered in a layer of plastic explosive, which when detonated would blow his computer to smithereens. His evidence would be lost for ever.
“So, where are the files? I think they are these ones, right?” I picked them up and pocketed the folder in my suit. “Apart from your briefcase which will be blow to pieces and your PC, the files and you are the last pieces. So when I blow you’re office apart, I’ll make an escape and your friends trail will go cold. How’s that sound?”
“You’re finished. Crime is finished. f*ck you!” He stared in anger, and I stood up to.
“Goodbye Mr Carson.” I fired three bullets into his chest, followed by two more that knocked him out the window in his office, breaking it and sending him falling, dead. He landed at the base of the bench outside his office, resting in not so much peace.
I heard screams and shouts, I took the pin out of the grenade and dropped it next to the computer, and dove out of the window Carson had fallen out of seconds ago, landing a metre away from him just as the explosion rocked the office, blasting his computer and briefcase apart, burning up any remaining evidence. All I had to do now was to escape and burn the files.
I grabbed a taxi and drove away, turning down the road and driving over a stunt jump, landing hard and accelerating away down the highway, escaping the police. Soon I was home in my Penthouse, safe. I sat down and turned on the news, seeing the report on the attack of the GLS building and specifically the Justice Court offices.
I took out the files and put them in a bin. I walked onto the balcony, grabbing a small petrol bottle and squirted its contents into the bin over the papers. Glimpsing my name and many others, I lit a match and watched the troubles burn away. The last thing I saw in the files before they were engulfed in fire was the words; approach with caution.I hope you liked the final part of the story series. It was done using the Final Interview mission. This ties up all the loose ends in the FiB problems and I finally destroyed all the evidence concerning me and this Organisation. Well, don’t know about anyone else, but most of our legal problems (for the moment) are cleared up. Good luck Brothers, and keep on killing!
Edited by El Zilcho, 03 November 2011 - 04:20 PM.