The Syndicate

The Prelude

"W-w-w-Why are you do this?!?!" the man asked as he stared down the gun barrel of the platinum plated Browning being held by the unknown assailant. Although the trembling minister was in so much shock as to what transpired around him, seeing all the gory bodies of his bodyguards scatter all around him, he still noticed the words "Jesus wept...." imprinted on the gun barrel in such a way as though it was speaking directly into his deranged mind.

"....Why you ask, because the father God so have it this way" the unknown man replied, with no sign of hesitation to what was seemed like terrified and innocent eyes of a saint, but what was clear to him as being a facade of remorse from the serpent himself. Mr. Kido as called by many of his close associates, is a foreigner affairs minister from the Province of Genoa, a province in the Liguria region of Italy. At the time he was visiting one of the numerous homes he had under his name in Russia. However, really, it was just a front for an underground mafia organisation he had been working for years out of Russia. This organisation had ties to most if not all the main drug rings operating throughout the western hemisphere. Underground he was known notoriously as a man who did anything to make sure whatever his will was, it was done. Strangely enough he found himself at the wrong side of the trigger this time.

"H-h-h-HOW COULD YOU CALL GOD'S NAME SO EASILY, You who stand there ready to kill me, you are nothing but a liar and a fool, what makes you think killing me will stop us, what makes you think there will not me another me, what...." he was cut short after realising the unknown figure was no longer standing in front of him. "Because...." a voice behind him whispered "as it was in the beginning, it's now and forever shall be world without end...." Kido's eyes opened wide and was about to hurl out a scream when "BANG!!!!" the sound of a gunshot rang through the home, sending crows in a nearby tree into a frenzy of evil laughter.

Kido dropped to the ground limp as the last ounce of his breath slowly oozed out of his body. The unknown gunman then slowly turn around and bowed his head slowly will walking away and said "....AMEN."

Chapter One-Let sleeping Dogs lie

As the man left the room, he heard his cell ringing; when he answered he immediately noticed an anxious voice on the other line "Hey Zamfir," a deep voice boomed "you might want to leave like NOW, seems our mafia friends were not too keen on you turning their safe house into an instant morgue, their sending some friends over to return the favour."

Upon the voice on the line describing the outfit of the men, Zamfir stood there for a moment then replied "Old man, it seems they are already here, but I take it, you knew that," just as he said, coming from some distant down the corridor, were several men clothed in camo uniform and all holding various assault weapons.

As these men approached him, he heard some laughter coming from the other end of the line "Oh....well you have fun, don't go to overboard though, because you're not being paid extra" the man then laughed a bit more then the line went dead.

Zamfir stood there for a second, remembering those countless times the old man left him in these situations with nothing but a smile on his dirt caked face. "Well guys, would love to stay and chat," he said as he loaded the magazines into his pair of Brownings. "....but, I have a previous engagement with my boss and I really can't afford to miss it, so please, excuse us"

As the soldiers started to unleash their bombardment of bullets on Zamfir, all he did was give a little smile and then dashed forward. In the process taking out the first four men with swift yet precise foot work. Picking out another four with the constant flow of his finger pulling the trigger, began the signature dance of the grim gunslinger. As he moved around the corridor, his sheer force and agility had most of the soldiers in awe at times, giving way to Zamfir sending some of them hurling down the corridor with each frightening waves of bullets he let loose.

"HEY WHAT ARE YOU DOGS DOING,KILL THAT BASTARD NOW, I WANT HIM DEAD, DO YOU HEAR...." the soldier who seemed to be in charge was cut short after realising his words were falling on deaf ears. To be more precise however, his words fell on dead ears, for he realised all his men were laying lifelessly on the ground all around him. Then almost suddenly he came to the realisation that there was a dark figure standing beside him. After hearing a gunshot, the soldier slowing dropped to the ground, his blood started to drip out; ruining what was already a bloodstained floor. Zamfir then smiled a little to himself then said "Why not let sleeping dogs lie"

As Zamfir walked towards his car which was parked in a dirt road some metres away, he started to hear the faint sounds of sirens echoing coming down the street. He figured a nosy neighbour probably noticed all of the infantry entering the home, and upon hearing the constant exchange of gunfire, decided to call the local law enforcement. As he got into the old black 1967 camaro, he took out his cell and started to dial a number. "Ah, Mr Waltz, I was expecting your call, and may I ask how did the job go, I trust everything went smoothly," The voice on the other line said.

"Screw you Blake, one of these days I'll get you for all of these irrelevant side missions you always seem to get me on." Just as he said this, he noticed a dark cloud off flames in his rear view mirror, shoot up into the sky. Then a few seconds later he heard a faint explosion coming from the same direction as the building which he just came from. "Blake, if I just told you, the target's residence just went up in a ball of flames, hypothetically, what would you say to me?" Zamfir asked

"Oh, I'd probably say, hypothetically, that this is your lucky day, if my memories serve me correctly, more often than not, you would normally be in the middle of that explosion" Blake said. Although he said it in a joking way, Zamfir knew well enough that he was not telling a lie. "Oh by the way," he continued "You may want to run a few red lights on your way here, the syndicate has issued you with a special assignment that you must get on ASAP, well, also two of my favourite soaps are on tonight" he then laughed a bit, while Zamfir tossed the phone aside, sighed a bit, then gunned the car through the intersection.