Chapter 3: The Grinning Man
He knew them well. They had staked them out over the past few months, watched them. He'd even done some repair work on their home. Unbeknown to them, they were going to die tonight. The picture perfect family was going to be ripped to pieces.
Shame, he thought as he held one of their pictures up, such a beautiful family.
The Lassiters. They would not "survive the night" as the popular saying went. They would die, just like many others would die, for their country. Sacrifice a few for the many. He thought about the times before the Purge. The poverty, the war. How his own mother was taken out this life before his eyes.
But it was bad to dwell on such things. The memory of tonight would wipe that memory away. Then he could grin forever and ever without wearing a mask.
He laughed as his phone vibrated in his pocket. He put his pistol on the table in front of him and then answered the call.
"Are they home?" he asked.
A sly chuckle from the other end, "Yeah, they're home. One of them even saw from the window. He was pretty cute. I call him, okay?"
The Grinning Man rolled his eyes, "You get us in there, you get whatever you want. And remember, the others need to go for the parents."
"Don't worry, Rint's making up the cocktails as we speak," the woman said, "and I think this year's Purge is going to be great."
"I am ready for Release." He whispered, cocking his pistol.
"God bless New America." The woman said.
