Jason's face went grave, his eyes shining.
He reached his feet, shoving the stripper aside.
"Who?" He said at once.
"Come upstairs, man. I'll show you." Randy said, then began towards the stairs.
Jason, entirely dumbfounded, followed suit.
The two men climbed the stairs at the back of the club, the music slowly fading from ear shot.
After they reached the second floor, Randy lead Jason into the employee lounge room.
It was a gorgeous room; red and black decor, with an enormous, wall-sized window overlooking the rest of the city, the lights illuminating the black
night sky. The entire wall facing the city was made of glass, so all the employees were able to enjoy the view.
"What the hell're you talking about, you know who the snitch is?" Jason asked, closing the door behind him.
Randy didn't speak just yet... he marched up to the glass wall, staring into the city with a profound, cumbersome expression, releasing a deep
"How long have we been friends, Jason? 'Bout ten years now, right?" Randy said, his back facing Jason.
"Dude, who's the snitch? You just told me you--"
"Ten years, we've been friends. And I had your back, did your work, wiped your ass for you." Randy continued, his voice steadily growing louder,
talking over Jason's.
"What the **** are you talking about?" Jason said.
Randy turned to Jason.
"Why the hell would any
one put up with you? Huh?" He asked, his tone raising.
Jason stared at him. He'd never seen Randy so heated.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jason asked him, growing frustrated. "What're you--"
"I don't have the patience for trash
like you. But for ten years--ten. ****ing. YEARS.
I put up with you."
Jason was completely bewildered now, his face twisted in confusion, his mouth agape.
"Cassidy." Randy murmured.
"What...?" Jason asked.
Randy's hand slid into his leather jacket, and he pulled out a glimmering, silver Colt 45.
Jason's eyebrows raised... he looked shocked, staring at the gun...
Randy aimed the barrel squarely at his chest.
"Her name... was... Rose... Cassidy."
He didn't do it, the trigger pulled itself... and again, and again again again... ear-splitting bang bang bang bang bangs
rang throughout the
place, and the bullets tore through Jason like he was tissue... oh, how wonderful... ten years... ten long, agonizing years of preserving this
jackass... and here he is.. I got him... I GOT HIM!
It was Randy's 21st birthday when he'd get the greatest surprise ever.
His family lived in a particularly unfavorable neighborhood, and the crime rate was through the roof. Still, it didn't stop him from walking home...
nothing stopped him... not until the day he heard the cries of the helpless girl...
"No... please no! PLEASE!" She shouted from a distance, and Randy recognized the voice.
Panic overcoming him, he slung his backpack onto the sidewalk and bolted forward, following the cries, as they grew louder and louder, nearer and
Randy turned sharply, headed down an alleyway... and there, he spotted it.
Rose Cassidy, the helpless girl, lying still, bloody, and naked upon the cold concrete. She'd just died, right before he showed up.
And her body was not alone...
As Randy's heart began to hammer against his ribs, his vision blurring, a second person was lying in this alleyway... a wirey, thin blonde man,
perched over the lifeless naked teenager... caught in the act, pleasuring himself with her mutilated body...
When the blonde man caught sight of him, he stood and dashed down the alleyway and out of sight... Randy's breath cut thin, his thoughts leaving him,
the ground began to spin, and he fell to the ground....
He awoke several hours later in a daze, in a hospital with police officers standing over his bed.
After telling them everything, the police did anything but returned the favor.
The rape and murder of his sister, Rose Cassidy, went unsolved, and the case remained cold...
Years passed, and the hate-driven Randy adopted a name for himself in the ranks--an undercover agent. A legend, to his fellow FBI agents. And as an
undercover officer, he was able to, with time, join the syndicate, earn their trust, and eventually, track the man who was responsible for his
sister's death... and that man, that wicked, twisted, sadistic, evil, abomination of a man, a long time coming, was finally, finally
And here, the hot gun clenched in his hand beneath his tightening fingers, trembling, he couldn't tear his eyes from the body of the dead, bloody
Jason lying on the floor before him... oh, so many years, peddling drugs for him, bailing him out of trouble... all for this moment... all, simply,
for this moment... and so, so
An eternity could have passed before he checked his watch again... 2:00 on the dot.
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