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Our first exclusive interview is with the Hunter Cell’s gunslinger, Rider. Find out what makes this assassin tick. What did he do before joining the Cell? Where did he get his signature weapons? These questions and much more are available to our cleared personnel over in the Briefing Room. To gain clearance to this room, you must get the password only found in the eBook version of “Hunter Cell.”

Next time, we’ll be sitting down with the muscle behind the Hunter Cell. That’s right. We’re talking with Sledge. If you have a question or comment for him then leave it below in the comments.

The Briefing Room has been added to the site. There you will find exclusive content, interviews, bonus material and extra artwork not found elsewhere on this site, nor in the books. The password for clearance into this compartment can only be found near the end of the eBook edition of this work. In the event that you purchased a copy prior to the creation of this room, please email me at my contact listed via the about.me link in my Bio section. Give me the purchase verification information, and I will supply you with the code.

 

(Script excerpt taken from recovered Hunter Cell training archive. Source unknown)

 

(A man wearing a black fedora and tan trench coat fades in)

MAN:

I’ve been asked the same question a lot over the years: what does it take to be in the Cell? Well, I’ll tell ya what it takes – a lack of empathy and a broken kill switch.

(The man takes a drag off of his cigarette)

MAN:

You can call me Judge. The group of you have been recruited to train for a spot in our reserves. Only the top three of you recruits will make into our reserve program. For the rest of you, if you’re still alive, you’ll be debriefed and sent packing. Nothing personal.

(JUDGE strides over in front of an image of an open meadow.)

JUDGE:

You will be loaded onto a bus and shipped here to The Meadows for your eight-week basic training course. This will tell us which of you has the fundamental skills needed to survive in this racket. From there, you will go on to eight more weeks of specialized instruction. You will then have to prove your mettle in The Crucible – a hands-on final exam. For those recruits that survive, you will have to sign a 16-year reserves contract. Should you go active in the Cell, your contract will reboot, and you’ll be required to serve ten years on active duty. Should you never get called up from the reserves, you’ll be debriefed and free to go after 16 years.

(Judge walks over next to an older man with white hair in a high-and-tight)

JUDGE:

I’ll now turn you over to my friend and mentor, Phobos. He will serve as your instructor for the duration of your stay here in basic.

PHOBOS:

Hello, and welcome to the basic training phase of your journey. It’s my job to take you pissants and turn you into killing machines. The first lesson you’ve all got to learn is that there’s no room for fear out there. I am fear! If you feel like shitting in your slacks then you’d better do it now. If you so much as give your target an inch, you’ll be worm chow.

(Phobos paces across the stage with his hands clasped behind his back.)

PHOBOS:

A little bit about me… Once upon a time, I was a General and led hundreds of brave Marines to their deaths. I may have led them to their graves, but I ALWAYS led them to victory!

(The shaking man gathers his emotions.)

PHOBOS:

That was a long time ago, though. These days, I have the fun task of building assassins. There aren’t very many of you out there in our reserves. So, not many of you standing here will become agents. Alright, enough with storytime, maggots! Grab your crap and make for the bus parked outside. You belong to me now.

FADE OUT.

(Taken from conspiracy magazine, Hidden Switch April 2041)

 

A piece of unusual information has just been unearthed here at the Switch. After doing a little digging and rooting around on the government’s own assassin’s den, we managed to uncover a little-known project.  The project was partially funded by the US Government, and mostly funded by private venture capitalists. It’s name was Hell’s Forge. It was originally proposed in 2029 as an initiative aimed at solving the prison overpopulation problem.

The concept, on paper, was a simple one. Several investors would pull together their resources, and construct a 17-story underground penitentiary. From what we were able to uncover in print and media coverage, the blowback on the project came when the government couldn’t come to terms with where to put it, how to run it and all of the safety issues that would arise out of such an endeavor.

In the end, the government had to do something about its growing criminal population issue. So, they turned to the formation of the Hunter Cell — or so we believe. The trouble has been that we can find no public record of their existence. No Executive Order, no letters of incorporation… nothing. More troubling is that this prison project wasn’t really brought into the public eye back then either. Some of the local media outlets caught wind of what was going on when they started roping off the work site. Beyond that, no one really ever knew that this was even being considered as an option.

The big questions still remain: Who were the private investors involved in Project Hell’s Forge? Why weren’t we as a public told about it? Do any of these investors have knowledge of the Cell’s existence?

(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.

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

(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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