A Monument to all Thou failures
Prologue: The File
Name: Sanjan Rahman
Occupation: Mercenary, Assassin, arms trafficker, war profiteer, Underworld Informant, freelance Spy, Amateur Hacker and gay rights activist.
Age: Unknown, Mid to Late Teens.
Height: 162.56 centimetres
Weight: 62 kilograms.
Skills: Unknown although the subject in question uses Sambo, Muay Thai and Silat in his arsenal.
Origins: Unknown although from facial data it is believed that he is of Asian descent
Equipment: Unknown. Speculation on data is sceptical at best.
Known Alias: Head Hunter, Scapel; Other Aliases are unknown
The Kingpin looked over the file given to him by his informant. This … Sanjan Rahman was going to be a strange person to deal with. He didn't usually deal with kids that lacked experience, but the situation warranted such measures.
While most kids his age were running around drugging themselves up, sexting or simply fucking the living daylights out each other, Head Hunter Travelled the world … killing. Rumors and speculations were that the number of deaths he was responsible for directly and indirectly numbered in the hundreds. All in four years. The kid was going places.
He also killed Superhumans. Now that term brought some distaste into Fisk's mouth.
Superhumans had been making a mockery of his businesses in New York. He was starting to become a laughing stock in the underworld for failing to thoroughly deal with those freaks once and for all. The city was his and his alone. If he didn't stop now then this movement would undermine everything he had worked for his entire life.
Nevertheless Fisk knew he couldn't risk outing himself so easily. His involvement could never be known lest he get attacked by the Avengers or The Fantastic Four who would no doubt be out for revenge.
No he needed to keep his involvement in the following affairs as minuscular as possible. That's why he needed Sanjan Rahman. A man who was known to kill people and make sure they stayed dead.
And he knew just what to tempt the kid with.
Wilson smiled at the file given to him. The Underworld will be run like a business … and the Chairman will be the kingpin.
The kingpin grazed over the file one last time, scanning its contents. Everything in it cost a fortune. Nevertheless if everything went according to plan the file and Head Hunter's services would be worth every penny.
"Call the number and … make him an offer he can't refuse," Fisk Commanded to his subordinate pausing for emphasize. The man merely nodded before leaving his presence.
XXX
In Beijing a Nokia phone rang. The song tone rang two more times before its occupation picked up.
"Hello," answered the Receiver listening intently to what the person on the other side had to offer.
The person's face demonstrated surprise for a moment before adopting a more businesslike tone.
"I'm listening."
XXX
Back in New York the Kingpin smiled. On the file read two bolded words that meant so much to the young boy. While the contents itself were interesting the consequences of revealing the file would be disastrous for many … except him. With any luck he would kill six birds with one stone.
Wilson glanced at the file one more time before putting it away.
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