Marked For Death?

(Taken from Cloud Modulation band radio program ‘American Insider’. Originally aired April 7, 2041)

Welcome back folks. Well — wow! Do we have a program for you today. As you loyal listeners know, we here at the Insider work tirelessly around the clock to bring you the information and news that the rest of the country, and world for that matter, won’t tell you.

Today, my dear friends, we have more than just speculations to the existence of a rogue government agency. We have some bona fide proof. This is the third such case that has popped up in the last eighteen months. An eyewitness to the events sent in a written statement attesting to what they had seen. The message describes a woman in a black leather jacket that was seen in or around the writer’s residence for several weeks prior to her son’s murder. The writer wouldn’t or couldn’t divulge just what her son did, or where he worked. She did, however, go on to describe how this mysterious woman in black followed her son to work, to school at a local college and even to personal outings.

We here at American Insider have seen reports over the past several years that also described a similar female at or leaving the scene of assassin-style murders. Could she be a mark for death? Is this woman in black an omen? Be on a guarded watch, friends. If this agency does exist she could be its Grim Reaper.

A Bit On Judge

Judge took one last drag off of his hydro, and then flicked the Chesterfield onto the damp bricks.

She tried to lose him on the other side of the fountain, but the murderer was smarter than that. Sorry, Doll Face. He smelled blood. Nothing was going to stop this madman — or so he thought.

The assassin jogged after the mysterious figure in the fog over the paved bay trail, and into the Fisherman’s Wharf. The crosshatched strings of white bulbs still burned overhead in the fog. All of the shops and restaurants had been long since closed up. Judge peered around frantically.

“Now, where did that numbskull get off to?”

Just then a dark formed passed under the halo of a lamppost at the end of the main wharf.

Not tonight, clown. I jogged down to the corner of Isabella’s restaurant, and set my case down in front of me. Yeah, I had something really special planned for just such a jackass.

His long coat draped over either side of his instrument case as Judge made quick work of putting together his newest toy.

I had spent the last eight months doing all of the research and rounding up all of the replica parts for it.

He pulled out a small black metal ammo drum, and snapped it in place at the front of the barrel. He then slid the front pistol grip into place just behind the drum.

Artwork by and courtesy of Christopher Stroud.

Judge tugged the action slide back toward him, and let it go with a click. Muffled cries pierced the dense cloud from the shadows of the docks. The assassin stood up, and let his M1921 Thompson Annihilator hang at his right side.

“No! No, stop it!” the young girl shrieked through the struggle. “Someone!”

The towering man felt her frail hands trying to pry his off of her mouth and throat. There was something primal deep within the recesses of his being that got a cheap thrill out of watching people die. He loved the power. He yearned for the control over who got to live, and who was taken.

He clenched his massive hands around her fragile throat choking her screams at his knees. The young beauty’s eyes bulged, and her body went tight. It wouldn’t be much longer…

“Hey, jackass,” a mellow voice said from behind him. “Why don’t you try picking on someone at least your own age.”

The massive brute turned to see a man of average stature standing at the other end of the pier. His black fedora hid his face. A thin line of white smoke trailed up from the corner of his mouth. The murderer tightened his grasp on the teenager’s larynx. She gasped in desperation.

“I said,” the stranger proclaimed with force, “let the girl go. Now!”

The man in the charcoal suit swept his long brown coat aside, and tilted a Tommy gun up beside his black hat. His left hand took the hydro out of his mouth.

“You will pay with your life for interfering with other’s affairs,” the strangler said tossing the child to the wet dock.

The lean stranger placed the cig back in his mouth, and dropped the machine gun to his right hip.

“This is for all of those kids,” the man said through his smoke. “Do unto others, you smug son of a bitch!”

The massive monster tried to whip out his Sig Sauer pistol, but he knew it wouldn’t matter. The Bogart look-alike unloaded his 100-round drum of .45 caliber bullets. Revenge tore red holes in the murderer’s torso at 1200 bullets per minute.

“One round for every school kid you murdered!” Judge shouted as he advanced on the staggering mass of blood and gore.

The young girl cried and raced behind her strange savior as he marched on her killer. The towering nightmare tumbled backward with every strike. The rounds’ momentum pushed the beast back into the sea. Rounds thwipped off of the planks and wooden posts on the pier. Empty casings rained down leaving a trail to their relentless source.

“How does it feel now, tough guy?” the assassin exclaimed as the killer stumbled over the end of the pier.

Judge walked up to its edge and peered over at the floating corpse in the bay.

“Tell it to the judge, pal,” he said coolly. “Court’s adjourned.”

He strode back over to where the young girl lay whimpering.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded without making eye contact.

“You wanna ride to the local police station?”

Again, she only nodded.

Judge held out his left hand, and the girl’s quivering grip tightened around his. “It’s gonna be alright, sweetheart.” he said as he led her back to his midnight blue ‘38 Chevy Hornet Coupe.

Hunter Cell is coming soon.

Carnage In Cleveland

(Taken from local newspapers, Cleveland, OH 2040)

‘Local authorities have no idea where to even start with last night’s mayhem. According to a few residents in the area, the shooting commenced at around 10:46 PM, and continued for a solid seven minutes. No one was entirely sure what led to the violence in Roebeth’s Gun & Tackle, but what the Cleveland City Police found was beyond description.

    “We’ve never seen anything quite like this,” Police Chief Allen Berstein said. “It was just death and carnage — everywhere you looked.”

The official police reports haven’t been released to the public as of the printing of this article, but several key investigators on the scene stated that the dead numbered in the dozens. Who or what was responsible for such an act?

    “We only had two eyewitnesses,” Berstein said. “They both gave us a similar description of the suspect: White male, early 20’s, shaved head except for a mowhawk, and a pair of robotic legs. Yes, that’s right — robotic legs.”

One of the witnesses, who wished to remain nameless, told this reporter that the suspect questioned the owner for a few minutes before opening fire directly into his chest with a sawed-off 12-gague shotgun.

    “Poor Bernie was blown clean off of the floor,” the witness said. “He didn’t stand a prayer. None of them did.”

The witness to the bloodbath went on to describe a blinding gunfight with what seemed to be a cyborg.

    “The killer pulled two .45’s out of the sides of his bionic thighs, man,” the witness stated. “His thighs! It was like something out of a nightmare.”

Also taken from this life in the  carnage were three members of the state’s Amish Community, all of which had been suspected of being in cahoots with its local mafia.

    “Yeah, we knew about them and their interest in Bernie,” the nameless person said. “Why this guy wanted anything to do with these three — I don’t know.”

The other eyewitness refused to comment. They were still in a state of shock when the person turned theirself in for petty crimes unrelated to this shooting.’

A Look Into The Crystal Ball

For those interested, an excerpt from Hunter Cell is now here on its own page. It’s not for the faint of heart.

Mysterious Goevernment Agency Strikes Again?

(Excerpt taken from an article out of the conspiracy theory magazine, ‘Hidden Switch’, March 24, 2041)

I’ve been saying this for years now! Our own government has set up an agency of killers that have taken aim at the scum and villany within our society. There has been no way to clearly prove their existence yet, but all of the signs are there, people!

Just today in Rockville, MD another instance that may prove their existence occurred. A man was gunned down in cold blood while getting out of his vehicle in his own parking lot. A handful of eyewitnesses claim that they saw a young female with dark hair wearing a black leather jacket behind the pistol that ended his life.  She later sped from the crime scene in an antique 1969 Chevy Malibu with oversized drag racing tires on the back. I was able to later uncover that the victim of this assassination was a former employee of the government that had been found guilty of high treason by the cloud court circuit, and sentenced to death. Coincidence? Don’t bet on it.

This isn’t the only case of an apparent murder that has happened this year. Just last month in upstate Oregon another male was shot and killed with a .38 Special revolver in a New Wave Retro(NetRo) 1940s bar. Same things were present. The victim was a convicted drug dealer in the Pacific Northwest, and the shooter sped from the scene — this time in a 2038 Chevy Hornet Coupe. The shooter was said to be wearing the garb of the modern pop culture NetRo 1940s throwback fad… black fedora, gray trench coat, black suit and was smoking a hydro cigarette at the time of the crime.

Last year we saw more instances of the same perpetrated across the nation. There have been accounts of a desperado/cowboy – type figure that some witnesses claimed has shot his victims in an old western style shootout in Arizona and New Mexico.  The most far-fetched theory to date remains to be the Ninja Theory. There have only been three or four eyewitness accounts that this even happened. However, those who have seen him say that a ninja just appeared out of the side of a home or building, and proceeded to assassinate his victims in cold blood.

They are out there, folks! Mark my words, you don’t want to be on the wrong side of the law in today’s society. They’re running out of room in the pens and the budget’s been tight for law enforcement for over a decade. This type of move would completely make sense on many levels.