A heavy scraping sound rifted through the air as his wide banned silver rig drug across the cool and solid metal of the brief case that held his quarter of a million dollars in counterfeit money. It was his key to revenge.
His cousin Yorgi was dead because of a failed attempt and some United States government agent. Yorgi was like a brother to him and he hated the fact that he was dead, but that was only the half of it. Most of his life savings went into creating what was Anarchy 99, he lost all of it, but managed to squeak by the law while going unnoticed, he had felt like a kid stealing money from his own parents. In a way his past was sort of like that. At one time he had been a U.S. government agent, but then things went wrong in his life and he ended up having to go AWOL (absent without leave) before they began questioning him.
When he left the government it seemed like he lost his life. Hell, that stupid rat race was his life. He was nearly broke, and homeless. So, his cousin Yorgi took him in, and they grew to an understanding. He respected Yorgi, so he agreed to help him with his plan. But as usual things went wrong and Rhinald went became a silent partner in Anarchy 99. It wasn't until a month ago that he learned of Yorgi's death. He had been in hiding for the longest time because his past came back to haunt him, everything the government and his dealings with his cousin.
This time he would not be likely to fail. He had the help of one very powerful and invincible man who had the money and the resources to make it happen. But this time Rhinald would do it his way. A slow burn, not a blockbuster like Yorgi had planned. But one that could strike key places, eliminating his obstacles one by one until he finally reached the level his cousin had tried to achieve.
He needed the money to buy his supplies, put together a team, and acquire a perfect place to hatch his baby hell raiser. It needed careful planning. What type of gas to use, how much, how to carry it, who carries it. The possibilities were endless. But the power he would have blinded him. Yes, you could call him an evil man, a villain perhaps, but what would the world be like with out him. He couldn't let it be perfect.
Picking up his brief case he headed out of his office and jumped into his car. Today he was going to the air port, to fly to America.