19281117 20:52:27

19281117 20:52:27

BF-S-2588

(earlier - confrontations due to articles which showcase notorious business owners)

"And now the phone line is cut."
"All right. That should be his last move. Wait for it, guys."

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William kept his back to the fence as he stepped away from the freshly cut wire which clung to the side of the house. After completing a walk around one side, to the back, to the other where he now stood, he didn't see or hear anything move from inside. He didn't see a car parked in front, so it was possible that the family was out for the moment; but it was a bit late on a Saturday evening, and the report said that he was married and had a child of only a few years, so it seemed slightly strange for them to be absent. He quickly came to figure that it didn't matter, as doing quick in-and-out punches were just as effective without getting into the messy human entanglements. With that, he nodded to himself while wrapping the brown scarf around his face and walking back to the rear door. He drew the thin knife from his pocket and slid the tip of it into the narrow gap between the door and its frame, and ran down the length until he came to the latch. He turned his head wide to both sides to ensure that nobody watched him as he manged to push the latch back and wiggle the door loose. He then took hold of the sledgehammer that he had laid on the side of the door and leaned against it to slowly open it. With great deliberation, he pushed the door open just enough for his body to slide in, and he tucked himself into the corner of the entrance and looked around inside as he gingerly closed the door to his side. A flight of stairs upwards was to his left, and another flight down to a dark basement was to his right. The layout was typical. Here, he took another moment to lay in wait to ready his nerves and ensure that his suspicions of the house being empty were correct. Everything remained silent and still. After a few long seconds, he grasped the sledgehammer tightly, drew in a sharp breath through his nose, and then charged up the stairs. William only made it a few steps into the kitchen when he saw that the house was empty of interior decoration and furnishings, and immediately feared that he was trapped. The hairs stood upright on the back of his neck as he heard footsteps come towards him from the basement stairwell. He ran in the opposite direction towards the front of the house when two tall men in long brown coats appeared before him. They each had their hands on a long piece of rope.
"Drop the hammer or you're dead." The command came from the man on William's right.
He did not charge at them, and let the hammer slide between his fingers to the ground as he leaned his body forward and pressed his weight against the tool. As he did this, he put his eyes to the ground and waited for them to come closer. The man was about to speak again, and simply ask for him to go with them, when William suddenly grabbed the hammer and thrust it at the man's legs. He hit under the kneecap, which caused him to buckle. The other man holding the rope managed to only take a step back before William had dropped the hammer and took both of their heads into his hands; from there, he clapped his hands inward and smashed their faces into each other. They stood stunned long enough for William to smash their faces twice more in quick strikes before they began to stagger and fall away. Just as William was ready to turn around, he saw another rope fly over his head and fall in front of him before it twisted around his legs. The rope pulled backwards and William landed face first upon the tile floor. He felt a man kneel upon him and proceed to tie his hands behind his body as another set of hands worked to secure his feet.
"Get your pansy asses up and let's get this guy seated."
The knee remained pressed against William's back until the two men regained their wits and stood up. William twisted and contorted his body from side to side without any effect. Only once the two men stood at William's side and each held one his arms did the man remove himself off of William's back. They remained unseen as they picked up his legs, and it was in this formation that the four men lifted him up and carried him over to the front living room. The chair had more rope on the floor beside it, and once William was seated upon it and tied down to it did he see that the chair faced an indoor folding screen. A voice then came from behind it.
"William Humeski. You've made a name for yourself in short order. We've noticed you."
"Good for you. You gonna come from back there and kill me now? Or are you going to have these cowards do it for you?"
"Kill? Well, that depends. See, I'm curious for your answer. And only the truth, mind you. You're in no place to bullshit me, understand?"
William snarled and licked at the blood which dripped down from his nose onto his lips. The voice continued.
"This is at least the sixth target you intended to hit. Your pattern is clear. And, see, the only thing I don't know is why. Why are you doing this. I had someone pay a visit to your place while you put your time in over at Sulley's plant. You're not doing this for gain. So what in the world is your motive here, William?"
"I do this for righteousness. These people are wicked and I will destroy that which they have obtained through wickedness."
"Really? No bullshit?" The man asked this after an extended laugh.
"Kill me if you doubt me."
"No," the man responded after an extended silence "I won't be doing that. Instead, let me ask something more - suppose I told you we are the rules of this city. Instead of this activity, would you care to extend your willingness to fight for righteousness with us instead?"
"Perhaps I would."
"Good," said Torrence with a laugh. "Good."