***Miles***
Chealsy did some digging, it turns out that Waylons parents lived in a small Iowa farming town, which is why I'm standing in knee deep snow and knocking on an elderly couples front door.
Hearing someone shuffling towards the door I took a second to say a few final words to Connor and Garrett.
"Ok you two, be good to your grandparents" they huddled in their jackets against the cold "and don't worry, you two are going to be fine. If there's ever any trouble I can come running, ok?"
They stayed silent. I was doing a bang up job on reassuring them. From the inside I heard someone on the verge of opening the door.
Saying goodbye to the kids for the last time I made myself scarce. As I crouched behind the neighbors shrubbery I stole a glimpse of the elderly Parks front door. A man, apparently grandpa Park, went in for a bear hug as soon as he saw the boys, a twiggish woman came up behind him. She seemed overjoyed as well.
A day ago Chealsy had called them and tried to explain as gently as plausible why their grandkids were going to be dropped off on their doorstep in the middle of winter. It hadn't ended well and there would probably be a police report attached to it, but at least the kids had a stable home now. That wasn't even close to good enough after they'd seen both their parents killed in front of them, but it was the best I could do.
After I'd left the Zeichner facility and gotten in contact with Chealsy she clued me in on the fact that Murkoff was going down the crapper as a company. Waylon released the tapes before he'd died. It was three days later and all the major networks were still running the story. Chealsy had become something of a spokesperson for the footage given that Waylon was dead and I was… basically an un-person.
Anything with my name on it had been undone by Murkoff while they had me locked up. As far as anyone was concerned Miles Upshur never existed. Of course that left the problem of the other footage. Once the story leaked the film from my camera started appearing online, apparently someone had the original camera, or somehow gotten to Donalds computer. A few networks had clued in on it, though some people doubted its authenticity, most believed it. The idea of a second unknown cameraman sparked the publics imagination. It was probably better that way. Waylon would be remembered as a hero who sacrificed himself to protect the forgotten, while the second camera man could be whatever anybody wanted: a single brave soul, a friend of Waylons, another whistleblowing employee, or possibly even a reporter in over his head.
The boys had been taken inside leaving me alone on the frozen street.
Murkoff may had been ruined as a company, but there were still men out there who would just recreate it when given the chance. People beyond the reach of the law. The hidden men at the top with no accountability who had orchestrated the whole thing. The ones who needed to pay.
Oh, they'll pay
Yes they will, and I'll be the one to collect the debt.
There were men to be stopped, people to be avenged, and a society to be protected. I walked off into the cold.
I had a job to do.
AN: So here's the sappy AN at the end of the story. First off thank every single one of ya'll for reading, it's been a crazy ride and seeing the viewing traffic to the story kept the chapters coming. For everyone who reviewed, those comments mean the world to me as a writer, scratch that, they mean more. I don't think I could say how much they really mean. I hope ya'll enjoyed reading as much as I did writing, and tell me what you think. Miles and Waylon got their revenge on Murkoff, but they lost everything, their family, friends, sanity, and lives. Do you think it was worth it? Or do you not? Let me know in the reviews