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We head back to the front office to where we left Harold Sakata and Jack Hench where Harold Sakata mentioned the second participant in this plan for corporate revitalization and the two words of note was "Dead Eyes."
Several hours earlier…
Sylvester "Dead Eyes" Slick was polishing off another article for the National Enquirer™. This article dealt with an affair between Ashton Kutcher and Katie Holmes that had occurred early this morning in Spain. He was writing this article at the airport in Miami on his way back home to Las Vegas. How is it possible that he could pull this off? Insider at the hotel? No. Family or friend? No. Was he making the story up? No. Sylvester Slick was considered the best because he seemed to have the ability to see anywhere, anyplace, at anytime and he actually could…well mostly. He could see anywhere and anyplace but only in present time. Sylvester Slick had an accident when he was sixteen and looked like he would be blinded for life. The doctors found an organ donor that had recently deceased and felt that by replacing his eyes that they could return his sight since Sylvester's injuries were limited due to the protection by the ocular socket. He went into surgery and it was a complete success. Ever since that day he had always had this power. He had recently, however, grown tired of the tabloid game. He wished for a new challenge since this one had been met easily by his fifty million dollar bank account at the ripe old age of thirty. This is why he decided to sign up with Henchco's Sidekick program. Well, it was that and he wanted to go into a field where he was surrounded by a lot more ethical and nicer people.
He put his finishing touches on his latest article and e-mailed it to his editor. This brought him some joy. Not due to any sense of accomplishment, it was the thoughts of the families destroyed. The only thing that kept him going was the pain that his writing had inflicted on its targets. He saw the world as a continuing cycle of sin and sinners. Everyone had skeletons in the closet and everybody is evil. Some people are just more evil than others. He enjoyed showing the world how truly depraved and sick it was. He dedicated his life to smearing the images of those that the public revered. He was the first person to report the Monica Lewinsky scandal but due to the skepticism placed on all tabloid articles he received little attention but was later vindicated. It was his greatest accomplishment. He had tarnished the legacy of man that inhabited the most powerful office in the world. He heard the call for his flight and headed for the gate.
He quickly sat down in his seat and glanced over at the man sittingin the nextseat. He was a friendly man that met him with a "Howdy." "Dead Eyes" just gave him a look. Undeterred, the stranger asked, "Why are you going to Las Vegas?"
"Dead Eyes" decided to be neighborly and responded, "I'm going home."
"Do you live in Las Vegas?"
"Dead Eyes" nodded.
"I'm going home too. I live in Bullhead City, Arizona." The stranger brought out his wallet. "Here is my little clan. Here is my wife Catherine, my son Steven, and the light of my eye, my daughter Kimberly. Do you have any family?"
"Dead Eyes" shook his head no. The photo did remind him of his family back in Topeka, Kansas. He still can't believe how naïve he was before 16. He used to go to church, volunteer at the hospital and other generic good little boy things. It was on May 23, 1992 that he had what he now considered "his birthday." He was driving back to his house that night after volunteering at the hospital when he was blind-sided by a drunk driver. He looked as the man hit him from the side with such an impact that the glass shattered and shards went into his making such deep incisions that his eyes would never heal again. He prayed nightly for the Lord to save him for his permanent dark prison. His prayers would be answered by the donation of a new pair of eyes. The operation was a complete success, but the after effects caught everybody off guard. The iris of his eyes stayed bleach white and they would not contract or expand based on light. It didn't matter though because no matter where he waslooking he had perfect vision…beyond perfect vision. All of a sudden he was able to dominate his brothers in darts and pool with perfect dart throws and cue ball hits everytime. He also became a much better hunter but he had a major issue. If the beast had stopped or moved at a leisurely pace, he could hit it easily from distances incapable by the world's greatest snipers without the use of a scope. If the beast was in a full gallop, then he was very hard-pressed to nail it. The real change was when he shut his eyes to sleep. When he first gained the powers of this sight, he could not control it. He would randomly see things occurring around the world in rapid fire succession. This was the point that he became introduced to the atrocities of humanity. Night after night, he continually saw the worst elements of society and the constant barrage started to corrupt his soul. He quit going to church and the hospital. He eventually began to hone his skills and concentrate to see what he wished to see. He used this power to spread gossip around school. Nobody in high school could escape Sylvester's gaze. He became alienated from the school. It got the point where he decided to go off on his own and make his fortune. He started using his powers on celebrities and created a newsletter he sent to the public. He wasn't making a lot of money but it was a living. The big break came shortly when the editor of the National Enquirer™ saw his work and signed him up as a freelancer. His articles peppered the frontpages and greatly increased circulation around the country. He did not publish everything he ever got. He has saved one juicy secret about Scrooge McDuck™. All we know is that Scrooge™ makes yearly deposits of several million dollars per year to keep it quiet. Fast forward many years and it brings us here.
"Well you should think about starting one, my family is the light of my life. Just before I left…" The conversation turned to all the great accomplishments of his children. While he was doing that, "Dead Eyes" was shutting his eyes and trying to concentrate. The inane ramblings from his neighbor made it tough to concentrate but he eventually found his center. He scanned the town of Bullhead City, Arizona and found his seat neighbor's wife. A grin scrolled eerily across his face.
"Dead Eyes" interrupted the other man with "What's your name?"
"Oh, I'm so sorry to have kept it secret so long. My name is Ryan."
"Well Ryan, what if I told you that your wife is cheating on you right at this moment?"
Ryan was absolutely shocked and responded, "Sir, if you didn't want to talk to me you could have just said so. You didn't have to make up something so horrible!"
"What if I could prove it?"
"How is that possible?"
"Close your eyes." Curious, Ryan went ahead and shut his eyes. "Dead Eyes" touched his neighbor's temporal lobe. The disturbing image flooded his mind forcing to quickly jump away from "Dead Eyes" touch. "I…I...I…don't believe it. My wife and my best friend, how could this have happened?" He began to weep.
"How does it feel to be dating the whore of Babylon?" "Dead Eyes" asked while starting to laugh.
"How…How…How could you find this funny? You're a monster!"
"I…I…I…I" "Dead Eyes" said mocking the man's emotional stutter "I may be a monster, but at least I am not so inadequate in bed that my wife has to run to my best friend." Ryan ran to the other seat cursing the fact that he had met this demon in the form of a man. "Dead Eyes" now has peace and quiet, which is what he wanted all along. He couldn't help but be happy. He just ruined another bunch of lives on this glorious day.
"Dead Eyes" relaxed for a while and drifted off to sleep for several hours. He awoke and looked around the cabin. He saw something that he despised…a Kim Possible t-shirt. The shirt was being worn by a teenage girl but that was not important. The importance of the shirt was the fact that on many occasions he had tried to find dirt on Kim Possible just to come away with nothing. Who did this girl think she was? Everyone had something to hide, but she didn't seem to be hiding anything. This annoyed him to no end. She can't be perfect and without sin. He wanted to destroy her image so much. Destroying her would be ten times the accomplishment of taking down President Clinton. She was a hero, bastion of light. If she was a no good sinner, people would lose a lot of faith in their fellow man. Not getting the dirt on her was the only regret he still had in the tabloid industry.
Sylvester's cell phone rang with his patented ring of Gordon Gekko™ giving his patented greed speech in the movie Wall Street™. "Hello?...Yes Mr. Hench, what can I do for you?..."
