2 Who are you? (2)

"Local doctor Terry Stones has been sued by his wife for domestic violence - Dr. Terrence Stones of XXX healthcare center has been accused of domestic violence by his wife Mrs. Thelma Stones. She filed for a law suit earlier this week as well as for divorce. The first court date was on Thursday, both parties appeared in court. Dr. Stones pleaded guilty to the charges of domestic violence but said he never laid hands on Mrs. Stones. In his words, 'I have never physically harmed my wife. But I have occasionally raise my voice or hurled insults at her. Because of this I'm pleading guilty to the charges'.

The court decided to temporarily let Dr. Stones go with a warning and a few thousand dollars as a fine."

A figure sitting in a dark room listened to the news with rapt attention. At the end of the report, the figure stood up, picked up a jacket and walked to the door. "I might need to pay him a visit later"

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Alfredo Gonzalez was the proprietor of Tootsy Bar, he was the owner of the building and the strip club in it. He was a godfather controlling a majority of the rackets in the Manhattan area, a don with hundreds of underlings to do his bidding and the richest mafioso in all five boroughs of New York City.

Gonzalez had a mansion somewhere in the west side of Florida. A massive three storey domed building stretching a few thousand meters in any direction. Large floor-to-ceiling pillars graced the outside of the building. The whole structure was decorated with velvet and silk with a terrace of onyx and magnite. It was a beauty to behold.

But Gonzalez was away from his safe haven this night, taking residence in one of his condos in the city. He planned on returning to his palace the next morning. Alas, it was not to be.

As darkness covered the city, streetlights were automatically being turned on. But these did not deter the figure sneaking through the darkness making its way towards Gonzalez's residence.

Only one obstacle remained between the figure and it's target. It stood on the top of the building adjacent to Gonzalez's. There was about 10 meters of open air between the two buildings.

The figure took off running and in an amazing feat of speed and agility, it cross the distance and landed on the 15 storey roof of the other building in a forward roll immediately picking up and stalking towards the edge of the roof.

It stopped as if remembering something. It pulled out a small electron magnet from its backpack and moved back towards the penthouse.

It picked the lock easily and entered. The owners of this house were asleep already, as was indicated by the silence. The figure moved quickly and stealthily, maneuvering its way to another door which led to a hallway. There were cameras all over the hallway. The electron magnet would prove its usefulness here. The device had a radius of about ten meters and within that distance all cameras would scramble.

The figure turned on the device and moved quickly to the stairwell. The elevator would be of no benefit. If the camera is scrambled for too long, it would attract suspicion.

Gonzalez's apartment was on the tenth floor and should be guarded by some goons on the outside and on the inside. It was safe to say that they carried guns. The assassin needed to the element of surprise which was hard to garner if you just walked up to them dressed like an assassin.

The assassin ran down the stairs till the eleventh floor. Reaching the eleventh floor, the assassin came out of the stairwell and walked into the ladies room.

A few minutes later, out came a beautiful woman dressed in a dark red skin tight gown and sunglasses holding a small hand bag. She stepped back into the stairwell and went down to the 10th floor. As she stepped out of the stairwell, she looked down the hall and saw three men standing guard in front of a room. 'BINGO' she thought.

She walked elegantly towards the other end of the hallway. She reached into her bag as if to acquire her cell phone as she passed by the men. One extremely fast, extremely skilled strike cut across their necks leaving all three men standing there... dead. Without missing a beat she continued walking till she got to the elevator on the other end. She went down to the ninth floor and walked to the other end of the hall back into the stairwell. She went back to the ladies room to retrieve her equipment and then she clambered down to the 10th floor.

Back into character, the assassin moved to pick the lock of Gonzalez's condo. She passed between the guards and crouched to work on the lock. 'Aargh! It's a card operated lock' she almost said aloud.

She pulled out a 6KV/130A power cell specifically made to temporarily short circuit. She short circuited the lock and the door clicked open. 'Five minutes' she thought.

The assassin pushed open the door, stepped in confidently and closed it behind her. 'Hmm' she thought. There were seven men in the room staring her down, utterly shocked by the audacity of this...

"Alfredo Gonzalez" the assassin began, "On October 22, 1987, you opened up your bar, Tootsy. Correct?". There was no answer.

"I am Legend and I'm here for your sanction--", there was a grunt from one of Gonzalez's subordinates.

Legend lunged forward at the one who grunted and slit his throat before anyone could blink. "I do not appreciate interruptions"

Gonzalez's expression was ugly now. "Take care of this nuisance!" he ordered as he stood to go into his bedroom.

A dagger immediately lodged his hand on to the armrest of the chair. The first gunshot rang out and then a second. Both bullets missed their target. Legend dodged both bullets and covered the distance between herself and the gun and sliced the hand holding the gun.

A rally of gunshots ensued. Shots were fired from pistols and macs and submacs. But this ninja assassin dodged the bullets or sliced them. She moved at unbelievable speeds, dancing around the room. Jumping, side stepping, ducking all at the same time.

But she got cocky and a bullet caught her thigh, impacting the bone dead in the center. Another bullet drove into her arm as she reached for the injured leg.

Rage surged through her being, boiling over the top. Her senses sharpened, her strength increased and her body vibrated as if about to burst. And then with a sudden burst of energy, she lunged forward slashing, tearing and slicing anything and everything in her path.

The battle ended relatively quickly. And after they were all dead, Legend looked at her watch. "Fuck! Seven minutes". She rushed out of the room, stopping to look at the guards at the door. She nodded and continued into the stairwell. She stopped every few seconds to look behind her, checking whether blood was dripping onto the floor. Confirming that she was cleaned, she made her way up to the penthouse. She opened the door, went through and out. Then she disappeared into the night air.

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It was midnight on October 15. The moon was nowhere to be found. The sky was pitch black and the city was enveloped in utter darkness (at least it would have been if there weren't so many lights all over the place). The wind was blowing steadily, a gentle cold gust, ushering in the beginning of winter.

From its perch on a tree, a shadow watched the residence of Dr. and Mrs. Stones, waiting... Waiting for something in the silence. Several hours had passed like this, the only change being the barking of dogs in the distance fading in and out of hearing

A few minutes after midnight, a thunderous low pitched roar came from deep within the mountains on the outskirts of the city. The roar reverberated throughout the city, causing slight vibrations.

At that moment, the shadow shot into the sky, rising far above the city. As the shadow ascended, it seemed to disappear in the pitch black sky.

Then from the sky it released an ear splitting screech like the sound of nails on a chalkboard. And suddenly, a shroud of even deeper darkness covered the Stones' residence. A cry came from the house. A wail of torment like the sound of a man having his eyes carved out with a fork.

Dr. Stones screamed in terror as blood began to flow out of all the holes in his body. Blood flowed from the pores on his skin, from his ears and eyes and nostrils. His skin cracked open and blood flowed from his fingertips. His insides felt like they were thrown into a high speed shredder, tearing his body apart from within. His screams became louder and louder. Then as if the screams were an illusion, there was silence. The silence of death.