Government Corruption

“Donny, no! You can’t do this to me! I trusted you. I gave you a job and friends and this is how you repay me?

A gunshot was heard resonating off the walls of the old metal warehouse.  The sound quieted along with the rest of the world. A mid-sized man stepped outside of the old public storage container. His green eyes blazed in the dusk of the night.

The man gave his hair a quick flip and a clap of his hands before continuing along his way in the quiet evening. He took out his cell phone and placed his anti-tracker chip along the battery. He then proceeded to type in a number he was all too familiar with dialing.

“Hello?” The muffled voice came from the other end of the speaker.

“The job has been completed. He didn’t give us the answers we wanted, but at least he’s through.”

“Good work, I’ll fax you your next target tomorrow. It’s going to be a big job though. I might suggest you bring more then one member of the team. This isn’t a job you will be able to do alone. Don’t disappoint me.”

The man silently closed up his cell phone and returned it to his jeans.  He proceeded to walk back to his apartment, and disappear from the world until he was once again needed to complete a new job.

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The news flashed on the huge television above the city. A familiar face of New York’s most popular newscaster spread her smile across the screen. She was the only newscaster that could talk about genocide and somehow make people smile.

“Hello, this Dianne from NYN 7 at 7. Ongoing investigations are at a dead end for the murder of Governor of California after last night’s horrific finding of him dead inside of a pub in L.A. They say the governor was very friendly and helpful. He decreased crime rate by almost 13% in the past year, which is an astonishing number. He disappeared roughly about 1AM Saturday morning, but was not found until almost noon that day in the backroom of the Salty Senior bar in L.A.

To add to the devastation this has caused in both California’s citizens and government, today Canada’s prime minister was assassinated while visiting the president. No one knows quite what happened.  Here is a small clip of the president in an interview with our camera crew about the incident,” said Dianne.

“This is a sad day indeed. It regrettable to see such a man cut down on a simple business trip. He explained he was only going to the bathroom after a several hour-long meeting. After he did not return I had my guards find him inside the bathroom already dead,” finished the president.

“Well there you have it, straight from the mouth of the president. He went to the bathroom and never came out. Cameras in the hallway saw the prime minister enter the bathroom as well as cameras survey all ways out of the building. It seems his killer seemed to just vanish into the air. Next up is another earthquake in Zimbabwe that measured an 8.3 on the rictor sca…”

The TV suddenly went pitch black as the glass began to crash and tumble onto the sidewalk. People began to scream and flee the scene trying to avoid the falling shards of glass. The cause? A rather large .50 calibur bullet was found lodged inside of screen later when the scene was investigated. It was custom made and had a small note inside of it.

Hello citizens of New York. I hope I haven’t caused too much harm with my little toy. You may all be wondering what is up with all the horrific news stories in the past few days. The death of the governor of California, the death of the prime minister of Canada, and of coarse that terrible earthquake in Zimbabwe. Well I would like to inform you they weren’t just random acts of violence, they were me…well maybe not the earthquake, that was just an act of god.

I would like to inform you though it will not stop there. The killings will continue, and I cannot be stopped, for I have the ultimate protection.

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I smirked as I watched the television presenting the news to me. It seemed as if all my plans were going exactly as I had hoped. I looked outside the window seeing the wide, open lawn and green grass. Having so much power in this world could cause some people to crack under pressure…I wanted more.

They say a good man follows god, not the devil. God isn’t doing too much with his infinite life right now, while the devil is getting constantly stronger. I guess you could say, I like joining the winning side. I had a country already under my finger tips, all I needed now was full control of my army. As I thought of this, my guards came running into the room screaming…

* * *

The letter that was found was holding true to its word. More killings were happening. Not simply those in high seats of government-wise, but also celebrities and those who have control over the media. The mysterious group of assassins seemed to have all of America under their fingernails with their panic driven crimes.

The nation began turning to the president for hope in this time of crisis. The nation, normally reluctant to put their trust in a new president’s hands, were now left with no choice. They were willing to give up their rights and freedoms in order to see through the end of this crime spree that put a nation to its knees.

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Lights were whizzing down the highway traveling to their destination at high speeds. It seems as if they finally caught onto something that was previously not seen in the case. The army of colored lights pulled up to a large white house and began breaking into the gates. Gunfire immediately followed holding down the cops in their places. Guards ran into the building, rushing to tell their leader that the whole thing was busted.

That’s when they busted into my office. They screamed something about cops and how we had to throw off the whole operation and get away from here. This wasn’t something that was possible for me. Not anymore anyway. The whole country knew my face and it was too late to get away now. I heard the cops breaking through the doors that my guards had previously closed in order to buy time.

I looked out on to my lawn. My followers eyed me strangely in the streets wondering what was happening, thinking I had been murdered by my own assassins. They were such ignorant fools, they did well. It was fun while it lasted.

At that moment the police crashed into the room firing their guns at anything that moved. My carpet was stained with red. Guess there wasn’t much I could do now. I rummaged through my pockets as I heard the voices of officers screaming their words of “freeze” and “halt”, it didn’t matter to me now. The whole scene was just a blur. I pulled out a small M9 from my pocket and began pulling it up towards the sky. My arm didn’t even have the chance to reach my chest before I was struck down by a haze of bullets.

Now my tie wasn’t the only red that was on my shirt. At least I did something with my life. Even if I wasn’t the good guy, the hero from Harvard like my family thought I was. I know I will always be remembered in the heart of history. Like that the greatest conspiracy ever devised was ended, by a simple lead bullet.