AN: Hello everyone! I would like to thank Notor for submiting an OC and also everyone else who has taken the time to read this far. Anyway, here is the next installment in this story that for some reason has sandwiches popping up everywhere. Enjoy!

Chapter 11: Uelith Chesterfield

Leon Montague, or FormatK as he preferred, sat on his couch. It had been a week since the ill-fated attempt to capture two people. The feds had given him his pay and let him go on his way. His kneecaps were still recovering a bit and that smaller, angry woman had stollen his modified 416. He is pretty sure he saw her cradling the bloody thing! Suddenly there was a knock on his door.


Reese answered his phone only to instantly regret it.

"Hey, I've got a man and woman here that say they are from our mutual friend, is there any particular reason why they have sub-machine guns?!" Fusco yells.

I sigh, "They're boss is Shaw, so if you would like to submit a complaint-" I start.

"What?! No thanks Mr, I like all of my blood still inside of me if that is fine with you." Fusco cuts me off.

"I've got to go Lionel, so you need to get along. Also: their original boss is in a mental hospital." I say.

"Wait, what di-" Fusco starts before I hang up.

I go over to Finch.

"Is this our new number, Finch?" I ask.

"Uelth Chesterfield: age 27 and the multi-million dollar CEO of Nagel Industries. No friends or family still alive." Finch answers.

I look at the picture. Chesterfield has dark, black hair and blue eyes. He has also scruff on his chin.

~Time Transition~

"Have you got anything, Finch?" I ask, pretty bored.

Chesterfield wears a heavy coat and carries an umbrella, even indoors. He seems to fidgety and aware of his surroundings. Other than that, nothing of interest.

"Nothing yet, Mr. Reese. So far everything is spotless." Finch answers three people slip into the car.

"Here's your food, ma'am." Linda says as she hands a box of Chinese food to Shaw, who proceeds tear into her food.

I raise an eyebrow and she stops and turns to me.

"What?"

"I don't think this is what Root intended when she made you their boss, Shaw."

Shaw opens her mouth to say something when Eve beats her to it.

"Actually, our orders were to protect and provide guns, ammunition, and food."

At this Shaw grumbles something about Root being annoying before finishing her food. I turn back to Chester, but he isn't doing anything different. Just paperwork. This will take awhile.


Uelth Chesterfield sat at his desk doing paperwork. After he was given Nagel Industries when his friend died he has to do his evil work on the side. On the top of the evil list: Find someone competent to do something about these vigilantes...


Fusco hears the other end of the line go dead. Great. I turn to the man and woman. The woman hasn't said anything and doesn't look inclined to either.

"Sooo...Why are you two here?" I ask

"To provide assistence, Detective." He answers.

"You wouldn't happen to know about some dead Neo-Nazis would you? We found them in a warehouse."

The man nods, "That was a succesful extraction, Detective."

"Or 21 thugs killed in an shootout?"

He nods, "Another succesful extraction, Detective."

I sigh, "Do I want to know about a load of Feds killed in a cafe shootout?"

"No." Came his reply.

I almost don't want to ask, "What kind of assistence are you here to provide?"

"We are to help with your corruption, Detective." He responds.

Well that's not so bad, I mean they came to fill in for Mr. Good News, I think.

"And to give you Shaw's food order." He says, this time with a cheeky smirk.

I should've seen that coming...

AN: More is on its way, so just hang on. Otherwise, review if you have the time and don't hesitate to submit OC(s). Hope you all enjoyed!