Will was taking his normal stroll through the streets that evening.  He was whistling a simple tune to himself.  He smiled and nodded at friends and neighbors as he passed them by.  While it wasn't shocking to him to see a dead body around in the back alleys, it was getting to be a little ridiculous.  People were dropping left and right.  And he couldn't figure out why.  At first he thought it was a disease affecting only those lowly thugs and gangsters.  But then he noticed Made Men, Consigs, Bosses.  Rank didn't matter.  He was shocked.

He ran into a drug store and purchased a mask.  Whatever it was, Will didn't want to catch it.  It seemed as though it hit a person quick, and within seconds they were dead.  No time to say goodbye to friends, or even repent for their sins, if any there be. 

Was it God cleansing the streets of all the evil?  Was Will next?  What did all these dead gangsters have in common?  Hmmm.  Was God cleansing the world of stupidity?  He didn't know.  But he wore his mask and continued his walk, sometimes having to step over dead body after dead body. 

His walk soon became a run, and he stopped whistling the simple tune, and closed his mouth.  Trying not to take in any air that might kill him. 

I gotta get to my Headquarters.  I think I'll be safe there. 

Will turned the corned, ran up the stairs and pushed his way through his HQ doors.  He slammed the doors behind him and took off the mask.  Safe at last.  Or so he hoped.

Abbie walks up to Will, cigarette hanging lazily out of his mouth, being burned ever faster with each deep breath drawn. Nerves clearly being a problem, Abbie stands next to will and whispers in his ear,

"All right, all right, so I did steal that candy bar as a kid. That doesn't make me evil enough for the gods to smite me, does it?"

This isn't the actions of a God.  It's obviously the DOJ or better known as the Department of Justice.  God doesn't send men to the electric chair because they committed voter fraud. 

What can you do though?  The Supreme Court spent a lot of time on this case and the the Appeals Court ruling and sentencing will be upheld and carried out from now on.

Timber laughs as she watches WillHayes run to his HQ. Just before he raches the door she yells out to him.

"Stupidity isn't catching WillHayes! You'll be fine."

Suppressing a grin she watches the HQ doors shut behind him. 

Crazy Nine was strolling sown the streets of New York and happened to have heard the reason these people we being killed. Knowing he was safe he just kept walking.

He saw his boss running toward the HQ and thought he looked funny in his mask. He almost shouted that everything was safe for him... but Will actually looked funny when he ran so he just enjoyed the show.

I dunno..i really dont know.

On one hand, the boss had us spend a lot of time last election making sure the right peeps voted...dead or alive.

now we got some guys dead from something that sounds really like stuffin ballots....

Its confusing like hell.

But "Yourself", if you get the "right peeps" to vote but the incompetents made the peeps vote the wrong candidate... then it's natural you would see heads roll. They almost cost us the election.

Wraiths grinned as he watched his friend disappear into his HQ.

"You're safe man," he shouts to the closed doors.

Dante, that was a great point. Couldn't have said it better myself. People believe since we like cutting corners as much as we can, that we should always do it. Nothing further from the truth.

Sneakyrat was reading his paper and doing a little ear-dropping at the same time...

"Yeah, i noticed the extra bodybags being hauled here and there... and the is also a little article in this news paper about it. From here i would say that this is a warning... we are going through a hell of a lot of risks in our everyday lives. Is it really worth taking bonuses and risk losing it all? And also ruin our sons futur in this thing of ours? So lets not be to eager to make cash in the futur and think of the guys that are helping us in everyday basis. It's always give and take... so we give less than we take... so what. The important thing is to give what we are asked of from our leaders. The rest is ours... that's enough for me!"

Sneak tucks his paper under his arm and heads toward his HQ...

-Sneak!