The Chronicler
The Flamethrower of Hate
Zed sat at the top of a building, watching the city, on his laptop. He found that contemplating took time, effort, and stalking... Sometimes. Like, Zed's smart, he could be at college, but he decided information was more important. So meh. But that's was only when he hired a few... Supers? To help his problem.
A man and someone who looks like a sniper appeared from a black cloud. "The talker and hacker have been taken care of." The man says, looking at Zed. "You mean Ezekiel and Evan? The Tahoma's?" Zed corrected. "Whatever, are you gonna pay us or not?" The man asked. "Yup. I'll pay you in bitcoins." Zed replied, the man and sniper disappearing into a black cloud.
"That was fun." Zed said, still looking out into the distance.
[Dun.... DUN..... DuN!!!!]
A man and someone who looks like a sniper appeared from a black cloud. "The talker and hacker have been taken care of." The man says, looking at Zed. "You mean Ezekiel and Evan? The Tahoma's?" Zed corrected. "Whatever, are you gonna pay us or not?" The man asked. "Yup. I'll pay you in bitcoins." Zed replied, the man and sniper disappearing into a black cloud.
"That was fun." Zed said, still looking out into the distance.
[Dun.... DUN..... DuN!!!!]