PROLOGUE
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Soon there will be nothing truly profound that is not achieved by everyone, and of the difficult things in this world only one will be left: simplicity.
- Franz Grillparzer, "Progress," Poems.
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This is really easy for Mike. Just a quick kill, right? Nothing difficult to do, is there?
At least he thinks so.
He eyes his victim, a man in his 30s dressed in a black tee and blue jeans. Mike is on a roof of the building near which his victim stood by.
The perfect vantage point, he thinks to himself, he can never escape his sight. He smiles smugly, this will be easy.
There is one thing...about this man. His name is Milton Zimmerman, a McDonald's waiter by day, a drug dealer by night. He is pretty clever too. So knowing him, it wouldn't be that easy. But that wasn't the thing that matters, what matters is that his face is masked...well he just attended a masquerade, that is strange.
Who goes to a masquerade in a tee shirt and jeans? Shouldn't you go in a tuxedo or a suit? I dunno about the masquerade thing, I just saw him come out of a ball in the next street, and its a masquerade .
What is strange is that his face is blurred.
Strange...
Mike tied a rope around a pole in the roof as tight as he could and carefully put on leg over the roof, then another. He was careful enough to not damage his equipment he had in his pocket. Finally, after a minute, he began to walk down the wall and landed on the ledge just above Zimmerman, as silent as he could.
Like a Cat Mike, like a cat.
SILENCE IS OUR WEAPON.
Zimmerman took out out his cellphone and placed it in his ear. Mike could barely hear what the person on the other end is talking, but it seemed gibberish.
The guy on the other end talked for quite some time and Zimmerman posture showed surprise. Not good! Someone knows who he is!
Mike leaned in a bit to hear further into the conversation.
Zimmerman just said "Esyay, iway avehay itway. Eepkay emay ostedpay. Ah...iway etgay itway...unypay idkay. Yup. Eesay ouyay enthay" and hung up.
(Pig Latin Translation :" Yes, I get it. Keep me posted. Ah...I get it...puny kid. Yup. See you then")
What the hell did he just say. I get that its pig latin, but he speaks very softly and fast.
Damn You!
Wait...Unypay idkay?...I thought I heard that.
(Pig Latin Translation: Puny kid?)
SHIT!!
I dont like where this is going.
Milton Zimmerman, You Are So DEAD!
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The Guardian Chronicles
FantasyWhat would you do if you had a superpower. Most of us will say "Save The Innocents". But when Mike Leon gets his power, he decides to save it, improve it, wait for the right time......But what is he waiting for? Thats for you to find out
