This is a recording, taken by persons unknown, to be shown to all students entering the Mayday Facility during their mandatory Ethics course
The camera light blinks to life, and the technician fiddles with it for just a moment before giving the thumbs up to the man who's going to be asking me the questions. He's nervous, I can read the micro expressions in his face well enough to know that whatever else he's done in his life, he hasn't prepared for this, not for me. Who could blame him, I'm a fucking monster to people like him, The boogie man crossed with the Predator crossed with the an avenging angel. I can feel his expression harden, he's ready to start asking the questions. I give him the easy smile, clinking the cuffs on my wrists together, might as well ring the bell and get the day started.
"State your name for the record." He's all business, all professional. It's a good start.
"My birth name?"
"Yes."
"I was born Mitchell Reed, in a little suburb of St. Louis. My parents are both deceased, and i have one living sibling that i haven't seen since the visitors arrived."
"And your other name?"
"The name my Father gave me?"
"Yes, that name."
"My Father named me Judgment Day." I let the words hang in the air. His breath catches in his throat, he didn't expect it to be this easy. I don't know why, it's not like i go out of my way to make life difficult for the Law. They're just trying to do their jobs, most of them anyway.
"You are aware that you have active warrants across most of the planet?"
"If i accepted that your laws had merit to people like me, I would care."
"So you don't recognize the legal authority of sovereign countries?"
"I believe the funniest joke i had ever heard was a judge telling me i'd be sentenced by a jury of my peers."
"Why's that funny to you."
"Look at me, i have no peers." I catch his eyes with mine, and stare into him. He's lost in the green of my eyes, the tell tale flickers of the lightning running through my veins. "Even among my own kind, i am unique."
"So you're not a criminal because our laws don't apply to you?"
"Never something so gauche. I am a criminal you can't prosecute because your jurisdiction is insufficient to reach me."
"Tell me about April 1st, 1997."
"The day the visitors arrived?"
"Yes, what were you doing that day."
"Running an errand for a friend of a friend."
"Who were you killing, and how much money were you getting paid?"
"I was doing a pro bono job, someone had stolen something important to me."
The building was a fortress. Marsden had done his research, and spent a fortune to make sure that this place was a deathtrap. I was flattered, really. This kind of thoughtfulness on the part of another human being was touching in an odd way. He cared enough to try to kill me with the very best henchmen and equipment.
I was starting my approach. The longer i could keep things quiet, the higher the chances of this going off without me getting anyone important killed. That was the mission, recover the package, no matter the cost. Marsden had to have known what kind of hellfire this would bring down on him. He couldn't be stupid enough to think that this would keep from my appointed rounds.
The car had been stolen the night before and hidden out of sight. It was a simple matter to rig it with enough explosives to cause a great smoking distraction. The guards moved off their spots to check the car, which opened the gap in the security that i needed to slip in. By the numbers, i had less than a minute to get from the exterior wall to the house before security moved back to their positions.
I felt the shock wave as the car exploded. I knew if i was going to have a chance, i'd need to cause a ruckus, especially one that would that draw the cops and fire fighters and some EMTs if i were lucky. That poor Taurus, it deserved a better funeral than that, but i knew it had to be done. I'd make sure the poor bastards i borrowed it from would have a new one by the close of business tomorrow, i'd all ready had that taken care of.
If i were lucky, four of the security were down, and a rain of flaming debris was coating the street. I slipped through the kitchen door as quietly as i could, letting out a low sigh. I'd gotten this far, and the cook had just seen me. The knife left my hand in a blur, and the cook was face down in a mixing bowl...looks like a German chocolate cake.
I knew this place was wired with cameras, sensors and a pile of other electronic devices. I tapped the remote twice, and tossed the device into the hallway. I hope the money i paid for this thing was worth it. I heard the low popping noises, and the lights went out. Three pounds of plastic explosive, distributed across 12 power lines and two transformers had done their work. The other effect was the one i was counting on. The emergency lights kicked on for just a second, and then the power went completely out. Electromagnetic pulses were a beautiful thing.
Two guards burst into the room, pistols leveled. I nodded at the two of them, raising the AA-12 from its resting position. I see the flash of realization in their eyes. The entire room sees the flash from the shotgun. Two very loud bangs later, and they're both smears on the wall. No time for quiet or subtlety anymore. Time to get loud and proud.
I toss a flash bang through every door way i have access to before pushing through to the staircase. Two more loud bangs drop two more ugly guards on the way. These guys have an idea of what's coming, and i hear the pull back order over their radios. They're splitting up, one team heading to protect the vault, where i made the assumption that Marsden would be keeping the thing i came to recover, and the other team was moving to protect Marsden himself, on the upper floor.
I know Marsden, he's not going to sit still while his house is being treated like a Bosnian suburb during a raid. He's going to try and find me himself. I can't help it, i smile to myself as i bound the stairs down, heading into the bowels of this building to find the vault. That's why i'm here, I want back what he's taken from me.
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