Chapter 5: Fun for the whole family
Karl von Richter stood just outside the lazy providence of Tipton. He surveyed the quiet and quaint town at night. It was lit with orange street lights that created an orange glow around it. He lit a cigarette and dropped the match on the ground. He took a puff as he surveyed the various building structures and housing. He knew that somewhere in that miserable small town was what he had come looking for and was going to bring back to his client. And anyone who got in his way would be dead before they could whisper his name.
It was how he was known by anyone paying attention to his career. The Judge. It was because of his last name, Richter, which was a German surname that meant judge. He had come from a long line of judges, and the von had been awarded later when his family had married into nobility. His allies, those who hired him, called him The Noble Judge. Whichever way you sliced it, his reputation of being The Judge was because of his high number of successful kills he had committed.
He had been operating as a hired gun and thief for twenty-five years. Work had been difficult to find in the beginning, but as the dark web gained popularity as a global marketplace, it was easier to get hired, and now he could do it on the go. And when cryptocurrency emerged, it was almost too easy to operate. He had even stolen from and crashed the crypto market a few times to add to his retirement fund. He figured he had about five more good years left, and he wanted a little extra cash stockpiled before logging off the dark web for good. Of course, he might log back on now and again to pirate a movie or something; retirement would get boring.
He spotted an abnormally large building, compared to the other structures in the town. It had a wide parking lot next to it and bright fluorescent lighting. He took out his video camera, attached his zoom lens, and put it up to his eye to focus on the structure before him. He could see movement, two dark-clothed figures, carrying something large together. Another figure held the door for them, and the large object, and entered behind them. This person appeared to be holding a rifle.
He zoomed it a little more and took in the surroundings of the building. There was a vast, open area, which was well-lit. A football field. It was a high school. It made perfect sense to him. A government building, large enough for their needs, and probably better fortified than most buildings in Tipton.
He detached his zoom lens from his camera and tucked them both safely into his backpack before zipping it up. The bag had bullet proofing panels and would provide some protection to the technology he kept in it as well as himself.
He took a few more calming puffs from his cigarette before dropping and stepping it out on the pavement of the road that lead into town. He looked up at the welcome sign as he passed it, Welcome to Tipton! We’re fun for the whole family, it read. He smirked.
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