Vigilante?
by Daniel Beadle - Wednesday, August 22, 2007
The alley is twisted and forgotten, and two muggers close in on a meek businessman with a briefcase.“Hand over the case, old man.” They grin as they approach.
Suddenly, a gunshot cracks through the air. One of the goons has a softball-sized hole in his chest. He looks at his partner as he falls to the ground. “Tony…?”
Tony looks around frantically. “Where are you!” he cries. He turns abruptly and is met with a gunshot to the face. He falls to the earth missing half of his skull.
The businessman is frozen in fear as the silhouette with the smoking Pancor Jackhammer approaches.
“You… you… you saved me…?”
The silhouette responds, “No. I didn’t.”
Another crack and the brick wall gets a red spot of human paint over the graffiti.
