My father, johnDavidson left this note behind... 

OK, I know that people will be queuing up to shout abuse and kick off because we didn't kill anyone, but they're missing the fucking point, aren't they?

We took well aimed shots at two people - they weren't our main target, but our main target, Duplicity, was so paranoid that she had her friends shoot at her to attract police attention, meaning she was going to be very safe for a short time.  Meanwhile, she leaves her underlings wide open.

Anyway, it's obvious which way this is going.  Tonight we got two shots off, so now I'd put the chances of us hitting a bullseye at one in fifty.

Not bad odds, and remember, with another four eager people, suddenly the odds drop to one in ten, and then it's simply a matter of time.  

It will happen, because people are fed up getting killed for no fucking reason.

Right now, the dickheads running this world are on a cycle of bullshit and nobody and nothing seems to work.  

THIS is their Achilles heel, and there's nothing that they can do about it.  So just get on with it.

You're doing a great job.

Using an advanced statistical algorithm, wherein I calculate your exact trajectory through hundreds of shots that you will take, using the Hans Gruber technical methodology of analysis, of course, I will let everyone know exactly how dangerous this will all be..

Rapidly points his fingers in the air, carefully crafting his final diagnosis.

Hold the... three? Is three a number? Yeah, it definitely is. I think. Oh well, it is now!

Hours go by as the man steadily considers every factor, sweat running from his brow with every single moment that he adds and subtracts diligently; and then finally it all falls into place, his eyes grow dim as he realizes the terror that will soon befall the entire world, these men and women, all three of them, are much more prepared than anyone could have ever imagined.

Twenty-nine months... that's all it will take and then you... you... you have ended Chicago and its tyranny. 

The King drops to his knees and begins to bow.

Will you please forgive me, my new overlords of two years in the future?! I did not mean to be so flippant, you are not wasting your time at all and this is definitely the best way to go about this all, the science says so. Please... don't... don't kill me, in, uh, well probably a few months from now.

Time you speak of is happening. it is prevalent. I'd tip you John_Davidson but I don't feel like engaging in any work because the thrill is gone.

Now some smart ass might ask why did I grace the morons with my presence. And the answer is quite simple. None of their business.

The sad facts are that when people have nothing to live for, they have only things to die for.