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(Taken from an interview from a local station April 2041)

We were fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to interview Sam Jensen. At 84, Jensen is the last inmate of his kind left alive.  He represents the last of the former generation of inmate sentenced to life in prison without parole.  In 1987 at the age of 30, Jensen was found guilty of first degree murder, and his sentence was passed. Since then, he has remained incarcerated at the Graterford Maximum Security Prison in Pennsylvania. What follows is our exclusive uncensored interview with Jensen.

Smith: Good morning, Mr. Jensen.

Jensen: What the hell’s so good about it? Can I get a smoke? Not one of those sissyfied hydros either.

S: I’ll see what I can do. Why don’t you tell me what you’re doing time in here for, Mr. Jensen.

J: You work in the media! What the hell you think I’m in here for?

S: The court record says Murder in the First. What’s your side?

J: My side? (huffs. Guard lights his cigarette) My side? Yeah, I killed the bastard. That’s my side.

S: What happened, though?

J: The son of a bitch raped my daughter. What would you do? (takes a drag) I was a father. I did what I felt I had to do.

S: Twenty-seven times in the face and chest. Seems like overkill to most people.

J: Most people have their heads buried in their own asses. He deserved every bite from that blade.

S: How do you know he was the one responsible? He never had his day in court.

J: My daughter said he was the one, and I believed her! She wouldn’t ever make something like that up. Christ sakes, man.

S: Did you catch any flak once you were on the inside of this place?

J: Of course (lifts shirt) I got this scar from a guy that tried to jab me on the ball courts. Hurt like hell, but I survived. I survived a lot of crap for that matter.

S: Such as?

J: Stabbings, attempted sexual assault, strangulation… you name it.

S: I see. Mr. Jensen, public record shows you as the last of your kind.

J: What do you mean?

S: You’re the last inmate in for murder that hasn’t been executed, or assassinated under the new laws.

J: Oh, that. Yeah, I guess so.

S: What do you make of this assassination sentence?

J: I think it’s a bunch of shit (takes another drag). Computers making a bunch of decisions (exhales) no day in court and no trial…. That’s (explicative) up, man.

S: Then you believe that the Cell exists?

J: Yeah, no… maybe. Hell, I don’t know. Either way, I think they ought to have built more pens, not just started going around killing everybody.

S: Are you referring to Hell’s Forge?

J: That underground pen? Yeah. I mean, we went through a depression, another war… Shit! People got desperate! They should have built the Forge.

S: Do you think that you should be killed by one of these assassins for what you did?

J: I’d take that over the needle any day! At least then, I’d stand a chance of surviving if I kill him instead, right?

S: True. Do you think convicted felons under this new system commit the crime again once they’re sentenced and hunted?

J: Hell, I wouldn’t! I’d be too busy trying to outrun and outsmart them and stay alive. A smart system, if you ask me.

S: Do you regret what you did?

J: Hell, no! (scoffs) I’d do it again if the same thing happened. I only regret being stuck in here and not getting to see my kids grow up, you know?

S: I suppose so.

The rest of our exclusive interview can be seen on tonight’s evening news at six PM right here on this station.

(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.

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.

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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.

I’ve held out on making my presence known here for my own reasons. Since you’ve been here a little while, I suppose that I can trust you somewhat. I tend to place information on this site that reflects who the media and law enforcement agencies think we are. It’s entertaining to me. They only get little morsels of what it is that we do for you the American Public. They say that we are an enigma. We are an abomination to our Constitution. We are cold, ruthless and maniacal. Who are they calling maniacal? At times, I have to step in and give you my two cents’ worth of editorial commentary to set the record straight.

We are not here to infringe on your rights. We are not wild-eyed murderers. We do not kill the wrong people. We did not come here from another planet (my personal favorite). We do not make ourselves publicly known for a great many reasons. The most important one being the protection of my agents and their families.  We do a job just like your local fire company does a job. Ours just happens to be one that requires more skill sets than most. Since you seem to be trustworthy and have an interest in who we are, I’ll make brief introduction to our little crew:

Rider — white male. Specializes in close quarters combat, tracking and is an expert marksman. His love of handguns and bikes has given him the impression that he’s a modern-day gunslinger. He’s got the track record. Who am I to question that?

Ivy — Asian-American female. Specializes in poisons and deception. Martial arts expert and a driving pro. A fast woman who loves even faster cars.

Judge — White male. A former sniper. He’s caught up in this new NetRo pop culture thing. Kind of a Sam Spade on steroids.

Sledge — African-American male. Demolitions expert. Special Warfare Ops. You don’t want this guy coming for you. Trust me.

Steam Punk — white male. Our in-house gadget man. A cyborg? I hardly doubt it. A little bit of a wild streak in his young soul, but he’s a pro all the way.

Kitana — White female. Ninjitsu master. Don’t let her looks deceive you — if you can even see her coming.

Max — African/White – American female. Sorry to use such boxy terms. It’s the society that we live in, though. She is an expert marksman. Loves her classic muscle cars. If you’ve left an imprint somewhere in this world, Max will find you. She’s as beautiful as she is lethal.

I’m Q. I supervise this outfit. They never see me, and neither will you. I will only show up as a voice in your head, or a figment of your imagination.  More on our exploits can be found on a separate page of this site. Until our next briefing.

 Q — Out.

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(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.’

(Taken from a homicide report filed in the Pacific Grove P.D. February 15, 2039)

‘Two squad cruisers arrived at the scene of the crime at Lover’s Point at approximately 2036 in the evening. Pacific Grove PD officers arrived in response to an emergency call reporting gunshots fired in the vicinity. Upon primary investigation into the crime scene, our officers discovered the body of one victim floating face down in the ocean just below the rock line at Lover’s Point. Investigators later discovered one expended shell casing from a modified .38 Special revolver lying in the rocks. This casing was later matched up to the single gunshot wound to the victim’s forehead after examination.

Two separate eyewitnesses confirmed that a lone white male appearing to be in his thirties pulled up in a dark blue  2039 Chevrolet Hornet Coupe. They both stated that the suspect was wearing a long trench coat, black fedora and a suit. The suspected shooter had a brief conversation with the victim before being shot once in the head at point blank range.

The victim was later identified as a resident of San Fransisco, wanted on multiple counts of racketeering and had been found guilty by the Cloud Court and sentenced to death by assassination.’

It should be noted that now two years after this incident, no one can find or identify the shooting suspect. The Pacific Grove PD later went on record as saying that the case had been thrown out, and any charges against the shooter had been dropped.

(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.

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