Commissioner Lloyd Ramirez sat down at his desk and decided to pour himself four fingers of his father's seventy-five year old scotch. He laid back, drank and enjoyed the slightly burning taste it had on his tongue as it went down his throat. He heard a slight scuffling behind him but only thought of it for a second."This shouldn't hurt a bit,actually, it will, a lot." thought Edward "The Doctor" Kane as he pulled the syringe out of his pocket and out of it's protector. He pulled back on the grip and let it fill with air. "No one will notice, just an old guy having a heart attack." Kane thought. This always happened. Right before the hit, he got something some might call battle-jitters, or butterflies in the stomach, and thought about what he was doing. Then he remembered the payout. Kane grinned to himself at the thought. Ramirez took one more sip and savored it. Little did he know, it would be his last. Kane took a deep breath and shoved the syringe forcefully into Ramirez's carotid artery while using his free hand to cover Ramirez's mouth to silence his screams. Kane emptied the air into the artery and waited for the air to do it's job.