In God we trust
"The Lord is righteous
yet I rebelled against his command
listen all you people look upon my suffering
my young men and maidens have gone into exile"
"….how did it come down to this." murmured the man as he looked at the 2 men across his table. There they were kneeling around
the table while he had his cup of tea shaking in his hand. He'd been able to tell they weren't from the government as soon as he saw
them. For one they looked too severe, too incapable of even putting on a pleasant face then to be anything but hired thugs. It wasn't
the yakuza either, he knew who those people were and they weren't gangsters. Oh god, he even knew who they worked for.
They'd been sent here for one reason and one reason only.
" Mr Susuki, we were never here and we never talked to you….in fact you have never seen us in you life." said the first man. He
wore sunglasses and had shaved blond hair and like his partner he was decked out in black. He continued " Your "clients" are either
on their way to be apprehended or are about to be terminated." there was no pause in his voice as he dropped a list. The
Candyman( as he was known on the wired by a select few) read the lis
All his consumers were there: he'd made sure to have some dirt on them so he knew them. He'd gone so far as doing individual
research on them. He'd believed that it was the best way to run business . He saw the crosses on the names- not many of them
would be arrested by the police after all. He wondered if there was any way he could save himself; he was just the middleman out to
make some money. Maybe there was a way out of this.
" You've been spreading child pornography across the wired….we know that. We don't know why you did it but that doesn't
matter: what you did was bad." the man continued as if this was a pre-arranged speech " We are not planning to turn you over to the
authorities instead we expect you do to us a favor."
He pointed to a briefcase at his feet. "In this case, there is a set of handcuffs, a power drill and some duct-tape. There is also a 2
sets of pliers and a hammer. As well as a camera that can be plugged into your navi . Our Client wants you to make a lasting
impression on the wired . You will put up an act and we will give you a list of actors. Then maybe you will know peace." His
partner, shorter with black hair and a ponytail, started giggling as he got up and handed a second list to Mr Susuki. He then walked
out of the room, still chuckling to himself, the blond man didn't even smirk or smile as he got up.
The man in black walked out of the room, eyes fixed straight ahead. The "CandyMan", a hacker who'd made his living peddling
child pornography felt his hands shake as he looked at the list- everyone of his contributors was listed. There could be no mistake
about what this was. Everyone is connected…..but who made these connections.
He'd known it wasn't the Yakuza because he'd worked with the Yakuza. He knew the tools in the briefcase… he knew how to
use them. Tonight the news wouldn't be talking about a ring of pedophiles. No, someone had given him a task and he was going to
accomplish it. It would ring around Japan, it would ring around the world: this one and the other one.
It has been so long he mused as looked at the case. Maybe he shouldn't have angered so many people, maybe he should have
stayed connected with them. He shrugged, his hands were clean and the night was young.
He picked up the briefcase. He had a basement in his house, a basement he was going to need to soundproof before the night was
out. It was going to be just like old times again.