The Arsonist

December 4th

A scruffy looking man walked into a small office. He wore a nice shirt with black and white stripes, which was half way tucked into his greasy jeans. He shut the door behind him and looked around to see a neat, cleaned up office. He moved his eyes around the room then looked at the man sitting behind the desk.

"Please, sit down," The man said, motioning to the seat in front of the desk.

The man behind the desk wore glasses and a well put together suit. He had his elbows leaning against the desk to support his head. The scruffy man walked slowly to one of the windows and shut the blinds. He did the same thing to all of the windows very slowly. Once the room felt like a concealed prison, the scruffy man moved slowly towards the chair and sat down, he sloped down, rather relaxed and unprofessionally.

"I take it you did the job," the man behind the desk said, as he pulled his collar.

The scruffy looking man lifted his shirt and took a pistol from his waist and cocked it back. "Jack Degrede, you've been working for Tee's game for years, working with the money and whatnot. I want to see my reward." He murmured softly.

"Of course... Of course. Honestly, I didn't think you were serious at first, but a reward is a reward." The suited man said as he struggled to lift a red tank of gasoline on the table. The scruffy man sniffed hard and sighed.

"Pleasure doing business with you," he sneered as he fired a shot under the desk into the gut of the suited man. The force of the bullet knocked him backward and onto the ground. The scruff stood and grabbed the tank of gasoline, and walked to the other side of the desk. He opened the tank and splashed gasoline on the wounded man on the floor.

"You're... so... dead..." The man covered in gasoline said breathlessly. The scruffy man took a small box from his pocket and removed a single match. "By the looks of it, you're closer than I." He lit the match dropped it and before the fire made contact with the gasoline and exploded, causing the whole office to spread throughout the building, he was out of the door and gone. As he stood in the street, watching the building go up in flames, he smiled.

A police car swerved off the street and onto the sidewalk, then stopped instantly. The door opened and a man with a big bushy mustache and a police uniform jumped out.

"What's going on, George?" He asked a nearby policeman. George rushed over to him and pulled out a pad of paper.

"The whole top office exploded, Commissioner Conwell. We've already figured out the suspect behind this, it's-"

"The Arsonist." Conwell looked up at the building as the firemen proceeded to spray water on it.