The night began with a broadcast that was somehow broadcasting only on the television of the current gang leaders (except for WZ, but we will get to that later), which appeared as the following:
The anthem of the president played in the background while a shadowy figure appeared on the screen. The shadowy figure was visibly beaming, even with all of the digital editing causing his face to appear as a constantly changing, shadowy blackness.
“To all of you watching, and by that I mean the three remaining gang leaders, I congratulate you. You must truly be doing well for yourself, you have gotten rid of two of our undercovers already. Also, your gangs are all in the process of taking out one of my finest cops, who would have become a lieutenant. She was a fine officer, but her sacrifice won’t be in vain.”
The man starts chuckling, which turns into an obnoxious snortling. “So, why am I so happy right now? Why am I laughing you may ask? Well, you see, it all comes down to trades. You see, I let you take my knight, but when I get your bishop, your rook, and your queen in return, then I am not such an unhappy man.”
The man on the television shakes his head. “Oh yes, that’s right, you probably have no clue what I mean. Well, you did send all of your men after my undercover cop. So, that has left all of you vulnerable, in one way, shape or form. For example, one of you is going to lose half of your gang tonight, as there is no one left to protect your gang, and you decided that it wasn’t worth your time to protect them tonight. Another one of you has been infiltrated tonight, thanks to some handy undercover work on our part. Good luck trying to parse out which one of you that happened to.
“And yes, the third one. Well, did you know that your friend DVMD had learned from the matador on the art of killing people. I mean that killing of DocE was so elaborate and well planned that we let her stay free a few extra nights even though we had all the evidence we needed against her. You know, just enough time for WZ to learn the tricks of the game.”
The man pauses and turns to face the camera squarely. “You see, they knew that a bomb that could be set off by very high frequencies could be easily placed in your house without notice. And they also knew that if the TV were to emit such a high frequency, then death would come almost instantaneously for the person who was sitting right underneath the bomb. Speaking of which…”
In real time, 2 of the three remaining gang leaders heard a large boom coming from the other side of town.
The man paused, and then smiled from ear to ear. “That’s right, one of your friends just died. Too bad to, as he was actually able to figure out all of our true role names. Ah well, better luck next time I guess?”
“Well, I should really let you go back to your almost non-existent gangs that are either obliterated, infiltrated, or both. And don’t worry, death will come shortly for those that deserve it. It is almost over. Is it all, almost over.”
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this my grumpy face
