Ryan Johnson was a man you could describe outwardly with four words. As broad as high. Even if he was a rhino he took exceptionally much space of a room. This came mostly from dolce vita which he enjoyed as the sole heir of the tremendous fortune of his father Simon Johnson who built the second biggest media business overnight. Of course not really overnight, his father put much time and work into the Johnson media group to made it what it was now.
Ryan didn´t care about that so much. For him the company was always the cow he could milk if he needed a new car or a new apartment. He never really tried to emulate his father. He didn´t even want to manage the company he inherited.
That was too complicated and also too difficult for him. So he had someone for that and used the free time to pursue his hobbies. His two big hobbies. Cocaine and, how he called it, getting escorted by escort ladies. Two expensive hobbies but with the company paying the bills he had enough money to pursue them both for many years.
Also for this evening he planned something nice with a lady called 'Casandra' and he was looking forward to that. If this stupid meeting with White and Willson wouldn´t be. He didn´t know about what it was but he knew that it wouldn´t be good. Like every meeting with the others…and with the voice.
Every time they had a meeting this, tinny dark voice echoed through the speaker. Ryan always got the creeps when he heard it. The voice was scary, especially because it always knew where they were and what they did. Sometimes Ryan had the feeling that the voice also knew what he thought.
And if you keep that in mind, it makes the voice just even creepier. More and more often Ryan weight up the pros and cons of ending the collaboration with the voice. But in the end two big contras predominated.
One was that the voice more or less took care of his company, what was actually his suggestion after it gave him more and more advice what he should do, and the other one was that the voice had some incriminating evidences about an incident five years ago which involved him and a prostituted that is now buried in the concrete of the new KPET building.
If he ends the collaboration he would find himself behind prison bars. Nothing you would really want.
With his enormous strength pushed Ryan the doors of the mayor´s office open, again under the protest of the mayor´s secretary Mandy, and stormed into the room.
"Here I am!" he shouted announcing his arrival.
It seemed that he was a bit too late because the mayor and White were already sitting around the big desk. Both of them stared at the phone on this desk and didn´t let the shouting rhino interrupt them.
"Sit down and shut up!" ordered White with his eyes darted on the phone. Usually Ryan hadn´t ignored such a provocation by this jitterbug but he had a date with Casandra and she was paid no matter if he would come or not. So he did what White told him.
He took a chair, sat down beside the mayor and joined staring at the phone.
It was an elder phone. Big and bulky with a cable from the phone to the speaker but without cables to any plugs. It was odd, Ryan always wondered how that thing worked when he stared at it, what could be a long time sometimes.
The voice always wanted them to gather earlier than it actually called. But luckily this time they didn´t have to wait too long until the phone rang. Immediately the mayor pushed the button for the speaker phone and let the dark tinny voice echo out of the speaker.
"Gentleman, the situation is serious." It began without foreplay. "Robson is dead and I think we all know who´s to blame for that."
Ryan furrowed his brow. Robson was dead? That was new for him. Why hasn´t someone told him that?
"Scratch sent us a clear message. He wants to find and destroy us. And he will find and destroy us. We have to act quickly now before he does that. Good for you all is that I already have a plan to thwart his plans." The voice made a short break to clear its throat. "So keep calm."
Ryan recognized that White twitched as he heard his words. The little monkey probably had screamed 'Keep calm?!' shocked if he didn´t fear the voice in the same way the others did.
"And because Mr. White is already twitching again, I have seconded a few men to protect you. You won´t see them, but they´ll see you." Instead of feeling reassured the three looked confused around. From where the voice knew how White reacted? Did it have a camera in here or did it just knew them well enough to predict the reaction.
"Well, now that this is sorted out, have you taken care of the task I allocated you to do?"
"Yes!" Mayor Willson replied quick like a shot. "We bugged Scratch´s hotel room…"
"I don´t talk about that… I already know that and received a transmission." meant the voice toneless.
"Oh yes… the thing with Peterson… Yeah, White had already hired the Killer." Stammered Willson frightened.
"Yes!" confirmed White. "The same one who helped us preparing the massacre back then. He maybe is still a newbie in that business but he will manage that."
"Good… good…" praised the voice. "I want to see this man six feet under as soon as possible. He is the only one that is REALLY able to stop us."
"Uhm… Sir…" White raised his hand shivering.
"Yes?"
"Why is this man so important?"
A soft laughter came from the speaker and sent an unpleasant chill down the spines of all three. "This man is an incorrigible idealist and he has a realistic chance to become governor, even though his politic isn´t quite zeitgeistly. If I assess him right he will probably enact anti-corruption laws, or similar things. Things that would make my life much more uncomfortable. Does this answer your question?"
"Y..yes." replied White fast.
"Well then, we´ll talk again when Peterson bit the dust. Good day." The voice felt silent but the three weren´t gasping in relieve until the dialing tone was hearable.
"Oh good I hate that." Coughed White obviously exhausted by this conversation.
"We all do my friend." The mayor patted the monkey´s shoulder sympathetically.
Instead of giving further comments on the situation Ryan looked at his watch. One hour left until Casandra would visit him!
He had to go now. "Well, I think everything is clear now. I´ll go."
A bit nonplussed the others looked at him. "Yeah, I have something to do…" he added because Willson and White just didn´t stop staring.
"Okaaay…" replied the mayor confused. He had thought that Ryan would stay to discuss the situation and plan the next steps. "Then go… I´ll tell you what we decided tomorrow."
Ryan nodded a last time and then bowed out. At a smart pace he left the building and get into one of the cabs that waited in front of the city hall for passengers.
I took him 30 minutes to get home, usually he needed 45 but today there was almost no traffic on the streets. It was pretty convenient for him to arrive earlier to the old mansion of his father, he used for visits from people like Casandra. It was a nice house but he preferred living in an apartment building where he could oversee the city lights at night.
All the time he drove he overlooked the white van that was following him. That was hard to believe if you note the incompetent way the van´s driver was steering it. But what should the bald head dog do? Seneca has left the team and he was the best driver he could imagine. Compared with him every other driver was a dilettante.
A bit bumpy Scratch brought the van to standstill. He turned off the engine and walked deeper into the vehicle where the rest of his team waited, what was not just consisting of him and Parva anymore. Through a lucky coincidence he was able to get Kitty on board. Even if that was more an emergency solution.
Because Seneca left the team he had to redispose and he had to figure out a completely new plan. But that wasn´t too hard to do. Scratch´s original plan was using one of Johnson vices against him, but this guy had so many vices, it was easy to find figure out something else. And as he heard of the thing with Casandra he saw his new chance.
Taking Kitty into his team was something he didn´t like to do. He actually wanted to keep her out of this but as already mentioned it was just an emergency solution for this one job. After that he would continue keeping her out of that.
But before he could start with anything, he had to sort some things out.
"So, how are you girls?" asked Scratch hypocritically as he stepped into the back of the white van. He could also have spared his breath for that. It was obvious how the mood was like. Kitty and Parva stared angry and each other like two furious boxer before the ring of the bell.
"Fantastic!" hissed Parva not willing to avert her angry gaze from Kitty. "I always wanted to work with the woman who killed Nefarius."
"I haven´t killed him!" screamed Kitty indignantly and stood up.
Parva also stood up and looked with her head tilt back directly into the face of Kitty, who was taller by two heads. "YOU CALLED THE MAN WHO KILLED HIM! IT´S ALSO YOUR FAULT!"
"IT´S NOT MY FAULT THAT THIS PSYCHOPATH IN A DUDLEY COSTUME KILLED HIM!"
"Please Parva, Kitty, settle down…" meant Scratch as calm as he could.
"SETTLE DOWN?!" Parva stared at him like he just wanted her to cut off her arm. "YOU KNOW WHAT SHE DID!"
"Are you deaf or something?" Kitty grabbed the girl by her collar. "I DID NOTHING! SHUT UP!" she shouted shaking Parva.
"HEY!" with a tight grip Scratch grabbed Kitty´s hand. "Leave her."
"Hey, she attacked me!" Kitty tried to defend herself.
"Maybe, but just verbally." Said Scratch. "So stop attacking her physically."
Kitty sighed irritated and let Parva go.
"Okay, good." He praised. "So Parva, Kitty let you go, what do we say?"
Parva darted a death glare on Kitty and gave her the finger.
"Great…" sighed Scratch. "Parva go and sit on the passenger seat. Private talk here."
Angry but silent the girl stomped the few steps to the passenger seat and pulled out her mp3-player.
"Excuse her…" meant Scratch grinning guiltily. "It was a bit turbulent the last days."
"Whatever." Shrugged Kitty. "I just want to do this job and then I´m gone."
"Yeah… I thought something like that." Scratch reached into the inner pocket of his coat and pulled a device out of it that looked very similar to a walkie-talkie. "Can I ask you a question Kitty?" he asked while he turned a little rotary switch and put it back into his pocket. "Why are you really here?"
"You brought me in." she replied fast.
"I know but why have you decided to join?"
"To annoy Jessica." Kitty lied confidently. She had concocted that lie after a while of thinking. The problem was that Scratch knew her and also knew that she would never work with him. So her idea was when there was someone she hated as much as him, the mutt would believe that she would make the figurative trade with the devil.
"Ahh… Jessica, right… that made you angry, huh?" Scratch had a disgusting grin on his lips, it looked like he tried to consume Kitty´s negative emotions.
"Yes… that was like a slap in the face." Said Kitty giving the baby the baby-soother.
"So you want to cause a bit mayhem in the city just to make her angry?"
"Yes." She repeated.
"Nice plan…" laughed Scratch. "And of course advantageous for me but… it has two little flaws."
"What kind of flaws. We go in there… do whatever we will do and cause mayhem. Also Jessica will be pretty angry when she sees you with me."
"I don´t mean that plan… I mean the plan that´s about arresting me red-handed."
"I haven´t heard of such a plan." Kitty tried to say that as innocent as possible in the hope that he would maybe buy it.
"Sure? Then you must be the one who is deaf... Or you must think that I´m totally dim."
"I really don´t know what you´re talking about."
"Kitty, please." Smiled Scratch and looked her deep into the eyes. He knew it. He wasn´t just trying to test her, he knew it. She could tell by the look in his face. This triumphing grin that immediately tells you 'Don´t even try'.
"Dammit…" she cursed giving in. "How did you find out?"
"As I said two little flaws. The first one is that this is just not you. Even if you want to come down like a ton of bricks on Jessica you would never collaborate with me. No matter what she did to you… what I did is worse…" Scratch seemed to lose himself for a second in his own thoughts. But he shook his head and got back on track. "But what was more obvious, was what Jessica did."
"Jessica? What do you mean?"
"Well, your coworker was a bit too eager with what she did. Don´t get me wrong, her feint was really good but as she spread the rumor that half a dozen of our old enemies return to the city I knew that something was wrong."
"And why that?" wondered Kitty. It was actually part of the plan that Jessica fakes the return of enemies like Cape Cod or Jack Rabbit to put more pressure on Scratch. So why was an elementary part of the plan a flaw?
"Easy… they are all dead."
"Dead?!" gasped Kitty shocked. "How that? What happened?"
Scratch didn´t give her a verbal answer, he just looked at her in a way that answered her question.
"No, that can´t be! You are sick!"
"Hey, you maybe complain but you had a pretty peaceful job over the last years. Nobody tried to kill you. Okay, I mean there are the Petropolis villains but… please. You can´t really call them villains." Giggled Scratch disparagingly.
"You don´t really tell me that you kill all of my… all of our old enemies?!" Kitty still couldn´t grasp it.
"Not all of them, Jack is still alive... Even if I wouldn´t call it living what he´s doing."
"What have you done to him?"
"You wouldn´t want to know the detail but… let´s say I broke him... mentally and physically."
Kitty shuddered as her mind spitted out the most terrible pictures. Jack and the others were her enemies but they definitely haven´t deserved the fate that Scratch brought to them.
"But to come back to the main subject, that´s how I found it out."
"So and what´s next now? You shoot me?" asked Kitty.
Scratch reaction to that was odd, instead of retorting Kitty´s jibe with one of his remarks which he always let out with a nasty grin on his lips all his whole face darkened. "Stop that…" he hissed. "Just stop it!"
"What… what´s wrong?" replied Kitty perplex.
"Nothing…" he meant taking a deep breath. "And no, I won´t shoot you but I also won´t let you arrest me."
"So what will you do then? Keep me as a hostage?"
"No, I make you an offer. You want to arrest me? Okay, but not today… My offer is that if you help me getting the head, the mastermind behind all of this, I surrender."
It felt for a second like somebody had stabbed a needle in Kitty´s brain. She was so confused that she had to ask again if she wasn´t mistaken something. "To get that right, you will surrender."
"Yes."
"No more killing, no more torturing."
"You got it, Kitty."
She couldn´t believe it. It would mean the end of her suffering. She could finally close this chapter of her life and walk on freely. Free from all this fear, this pain, this suffering.
And especially free from Scratch. What would he get? 60 or 70 years? She would never ever see him again. Finally.
But that sounded too good to be true, like every good thing that ever happened to her. Where was the catch on this whole thing? The unsuspicious little detail that would cut her open and leave her bleeding lying around somewhere.
She realized it fast. The catch was fixed tightly to her body, a little microphone that recorded every single word.
"I think I have to refuse… Even if I like to accept. But I…"
"You have morally reasons." Completed Scratch.
"No… actually no… that should make me think. It´s because of the microphone I´m wearing. Jessica and Keswick are sitting in the T.U.F.F. HQ right now and listen to every word we say."
"And again, you think that I´m really stupid."
"What do you mean?" replied Kitty confused.
Scratch just pointed at the little device in his coat pocket. "Jamming transmitter. Did you really think I wasn´t prepared for that?"
"Then we can still…"
"All you got to do his shaking my hand and we have a deal."
Kitty didn´t shake his hand she hugged Scratch in an outburst of happiness but as she realized who she was hugging, she fast broke loose.
A bit surprised Scratch gazed at her and said. "Okay… I think that has the same worth as shaking hands." He cleared his throat and opened the locker that belonged to the load area of the van. "The plan is quiet easy. Johnson is waiting for a 1000 Dollar escort Lady called Casandra. He don´t know how she looks like, just that she´s a cat. So you…" he pulled a paper bag out of the locker. "…will be Casandra tonight."
"What?!" shouted Kitty outraged. "You want me to sleep with this… this…"
"The word you´re looking for is unsympathetic person" completed Scratch for her. "Or creep. But no, I would never want you or anybody to do that, what I want is that you plant something on him." He pushed the paper bag towards her and reached again in one of his coat pockets.
He pulled a little transparent plastic sachet out in which a white powder was. "This man has a lot of vices but two big once. Hookers and coke. And that´s how we get him. In this little bag here is something I call 'the platinum shot'. Yeah, I know… but was the only name I could think of. Anyway, if that won´t kill him… You can call me the worst ex-drug-lord ever." He ended his explanations with handing Kitty the bag.
"Well, that doesn´t seem so complicated."
"It shouldn´t be complicated… oh and put of this micro… It will be too noticeable under the dress you´ll wear."
"And what will Jessica and Keswick hear then?" Kitty noticed what she considered as the flaw in Scratch´s plan. "They get suspicious if they hear nothing for too long."
"I took care of that. I have recorded a little CD on which I´m talking or screaming orders. I put it into the stereo and place the micro beside the speaker… that should work." Scratch turned around and sat down on the passenger seat to give Kitty some privacy to change clothes.
Although he tried to get a furtive look through the rear-view at his old flame. Unfortunately, for him, she managed it to stand in some kind of blind spot.
"Hopefully that´s the only disappointment today." He whispered to himself and prepared everything to keep Jessica and Keswick in check. Scratch could imagine how these two pests sit in front of a speaker and write down every pointless word that he had recorded.
Maybe he could get access to the T.U.F.F. cameras later and watch the whole scene then. That would be as good as a comedy movie. Under the premise that Parva could get login data for the T.U.F.F. main-server out of Rick.
Scratch turned pensively to Parva who drummed with the plugs in her ears the melody of the song she was listening to. He was in a way proud of her. That was her first mission, also a honeypot mission, and she handled it professionally. The information she delivered were really priceless.
Shift schedules, entrance codes also a T.U.F.F. badge she could acquire. Far more than Scratch had ever thought she would get and perfectly usable for his operation.
Softly he pulled one of the plugs out of Parva´s ears to gain her attention.
"Hm?" she asked surprised.
"I wanted to ask you if there´s anything new from the Honeypot." He said. "The last time I asked you everything was fine and the information you gather confirms that of course but I´d like to hear it directly from you. So anything new?"
"Nope, nothing... no… nope…" Parva started speaking faster suddenly. "There is really… nothing… nada."
"Okay… if you say so, I believe you." Of course he didn´t, the repetition of negation with this speed was the best sign that something was wrong. But he trusted her.
Even if it was just the trust that she would get rid of the problem she had by herself. In the end, Parva was a big girl, no need to worry about her. Again this felling of pride rose in him. The few months they were a team now she was really coming along.
"Hey, I just want to say that you´re doing great with the Honeypot." Scratch laid his hand on smiling her shoulder. "And I don´t know if that means something to you, but I´m proud of you."
"Uhm… thank you?" Parva seemed confused and even a little bit afraid of Scratch right now. He wasn´t really the guy who praised much.
"No need, you earned it."
"Oh…okay…cool." She said putting the plug back into her ear.
"Dudley!" called Kitty from the back of the van. "I´m done!"
Scratch moved to the load area where he cast a glance on something that took his breath. As he had chosen the dress he had thought that it would look good on Kitty but not that it would look so amazing. The long black strapless dress fit tightly on her thin trained body and left not too much and not to less space for imagination.
"Close your mouth." Kitty ordered as she saw Scratch eying her in awe.
"I try… but my mind won´t let me…" Scratch let his eyes wander smiling up to the ceiling where they stayed a few seconds while in his mind a typical 30 minutes man fantasy went on.
"Eww…" she let out disgusted.
"Hey, some people maybe think I´m a criminal monster, and that´s maybe true from their narrow look-out, but I´m also a guy."
"Again, eww…" repeated Kitty
"Yeah yeah…" grinned Scratch. "Anyway, you really look beautiful in this dress, Kitty."
"You´re right." She admitted looking down at herself. "Dudley, when did you become so good in choosing clothes?"
"Well, there is no reason why I shouldn´t be good in that because 'de gustibus non est disputandum'. So there is nothing else I could choose than good looking things." Scratch laughed while Kitty just raised her eyebrow not understanding what he meant. "But joking apart, after Paraguay I had some time… And besides some jobs I did in this time, quite amusing jobs, I realized that I have a knack for cloth. I even… no…" He waved suddenly a bit embarrassed aside what he wanted to say.
"What?"
"Okay, I tailored a bit… it looked quite good."
"You?!" Kitty was amazed by what she heard, although she couldn´t imagine Scratch sitting quietly on a chair for hours sewing up a dress or a suit, it was the only thing she heard for months that didn´t let him look like a monster.
"Yeah… I was alone and bored." Meant Scratch scratching the back of his head.
Kitty just shook her head amused. "Dudley… there´s an invention for bored people, it´s called the internet."
"Whatever" shrugged he. "I hope you´re ready now. Because we going to start. We communicate over this." Scratch handed Kitty a little unsuspicious earplug. "We hear everything you do and you can hear us. Don´t worry, there is a plan B if everything goes wrong."
He opened the back doors of the van and let Kitty out. Before he slammed the doors shut again Kitty could swear that she heard him whispering "And please be careful."
It were just a few steps from her position to the mansion. A small path led her through a perfectly tended lawn past huge spherical bushes to little stone square what looked similar to a chessboard.
Big ring-shaped discolorations on a few parts of the field strengthened the assumption that this part of the garden was once really used to play supersize chess. Only one thing was strange, where were the chessmen?
The path led her further to the big main entrance double door made from oak wood. The door looked old and expensive like the rest of the mansion. After ringing the doorbell Kitty spend the waiting time with the question if the stone the house was made of was marble or just a normal white stone. What would make a big difference when it comes to estimating the costs of the villa.
"Miss Casandra?" asked the huge rhino that opened the door.
"Yes." Said Kitty who got ripped out of her architectural thoughts.
"Please." The rhino stepped aside and opened the way for her to enter the house. As impressive as the house was outside it was inside. She could see at the first glance that already the furnishing of the foyer, just a few tables and vases, was worth more than she earned in a year.
"Well, Miss Casandra, shall we begin?" The rhino already began to unbutton his shirt very fast. Kitty knew that she had to do something or she really had to do unspeakable things with the rhino. Luckily, in the right time, she received a piece of advice from Scratch over the plug in her ear. "Stay cool Kitty, the first step is done. You are in Ryan´s house. Just say to him that he booked the full package. And if he didn´t want a little eye-opener."
The gigantic hands of the rhino had already started touching and wanted to pull the dress of her body.
"Slowly big boy." Whispered Kitty seductively. "You booked the full package haven´t you? Aren´t you interested in… another kind of foreplay." Between her breast Kitty pulled the plastic bag out and waved it in front of him. The initial astonishment on Ryan´s face yield fast to a big grin.
He snatched the sachet out of Kitty´s hand and walked, almost ran, to one of the table that was next to him. A few seconds later he had already formed the white powder to a straight line and played 'my nose is a vacuum cleaner'.
"WHOA!" he screamed as the line was gone. "Good stuff, good good stuff!" with his right fist he beat on the table which broke into pieces. "WHOA!"
Kitty watched him a few seconds and waited for the moment he would finally fall to the ground with foam at the mouth but it just didn´t happen.
"Shouldn´t he be dead by now?" she whispered holding one finger at the earplug.
"Actually yes… except… oh damn." Gasped Scratch.
"What?"
"I think this guy did so much coke that he is kind of hard-wearing when it comes to coke… I should have used a higher concentration… But don´t worry… Plan B… all you got to do is take him upstairs in the bedroom." He meant trying to reassure her.
"Dudley I swear if I have to sleep with this guy I will do unspeakable things to you. Did you hear me?"
"Loud and clearly…" Kitty heard in the background Parva giggling evilly.
"Who are you talking to?" Ryan suddenly stood in front of her, she had no idea how managed it to move so fast.
"Nobody… at least that´s what I think… I also got some lines." She lied.
"Well then." The rhino proceeded again to unbutton him, but this time he did that a bit deeper.
"Hey whoa." Intervened Kitty before his pants could fall to the ground. "How about continuing that upstairs in the bedroom?"
Ryan must have liked the idea because he grabbed Kitty´s wrist and dragged her upstairs into the bedroom where he immediately threw her onto the big canopy bed. Just a second later he was already on top of her kissing her neck and rubbing his big bulky body on hers. It felt disgusting and she hoped that either Scratch would storm in and help her or a lightning would hit her or him before they take their clothes off.
One of these wishes became true as a loud screaming person entered the room. It was Scratch but not like she knew him. His face was different, he wore a terrible looking rubber mask. The ugly accessory startled Ryan so much that he jumped off Kitty and started screaming. In panic he started throwing everything around him at his masked enemy.
Lamps, chairs but nothing helped. Slowly the masked Scratch came closer to him. In his panic Ryan had thrown almost anything around him at Scratch except one thing. He grabbed a little box on his bedside table and threw it at Scratch. It was a hit but nothing that would stop Scratch from doing whatever he was doing.
Although throwing the box had a general effect. It must have been something like a cocaine hideout of Ryan and after it hit Scratch´s head it opened and spread its content all over the place. In the whole room a very expensive mist was spreading and of course Scratch and Kitty breathed it accidently in.
Ryan now panicked even more there was nothing more he could throw nothing more he could do except one thing. He stepped to the window and opened it. His drugged brain saw just one possible way out of here, jumping. It needed just a last step the mask thing came closer to him to bring him to this ultimate decision.
In the room Scratch pulled the mask of his face and looked down out of the window. "Hmm… I love hallucinations." he growled satisfied and take a longer look at Ryan´s crushed body. The rhino was still twitching a bit but it wouldn´t take more than hour until his body gives up.
You don´t have to be a doctor to understand that you won´t survive a belly flop from five meters without medical attention.
Smiling Scratch turned towards the bed searching for Kitty but she was gone somehow. "Kitty?"
"WOOOOOAAA!" a scream right behind Scratch let him turn around startled. It was Kitty who looked through the window down at Ryan. "PANCAKE!" she laughed at the rhino.
"Kitty… Everything alright?"
"Alright?!" trembling with laughter she turned to him. "It´s never been better!"
Right in this moment Scratch noticed Kitty´s widened pupils which drove out the green in her eyes.
"Oh damn, Kitty! We…" Scratch wanted to suggest that they should get out of here and get sober somewhere else but the words suddenly wouldn´t leave his mouth.
It was like he wasn´t in control of his tongue anymore. A pleasant feeling began to spread in his mind, overpowering it. In his last clear moment he understood. It began again… after being sober so long… the rush.
The last moment before he lost the control, he heard himself say. "Wanna dance darling?"
-"De gustibus non est disputandum" = "In matters of taste, there can be no disputes"-
- Well, another guy on Scratch´s list is no more. Two people are left. How will he get rid of them? Let´s see…-