someone you don't know (lordbishop) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-03-27 22:08:00 |
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Who: Seymour (and the Cleaners)
What: Taking out a problem
Where: The Bank
When: Today
Warnings: None
The third floor of the bank in downtown Seattle was quiet. There was no sound, no fighting, no blood, no tears. Inside, Seymour Shawn slumped over his desk, dead from a bullet through his skull.
The men that stood across the desk from him looked somber. They were dressed in black, their suits impeccable, their expressions solemn. This should not have happened. Seymour Shawn was meant to protect their secrets, not injure others.
They had no idea where the woman was, the one they were certain Seymour had been involved in taking; they had been watching the men and women on Seattle’s vigilante network attempt to find her. They did not know about Seymour’s independent funding of Walter Frost and Eric Davidson, and so they had no indication of the cells below the Academy, the serum in Frost’s lab, or the tower within that housed the woman, Gwen Dailey.
They would need to take measures to hide the involvement of the organization in any of what had happened, they knew. And only once things had calmed would they be able to make things right. It was a travesty, the fact that the organization that had been set-up to safeguard their futures, the secret of Creations, had almost caused the destruction of the very people it set out to protect.
They left the office on silent feet, leaving Seymour Shawn there, dead, for someone to find. He would carry the blame for this himself. Of that, at least, they could be certain. To this end, they had left Seymour’s computer on in front of him, the file on Gwen Dailey and the vigilantes on the screen. Everything else - any indication he was employed by a Federal agency - was conveniently missing, unable to be retrieved by even the best hacker. Beside his arm, a syringe with his serum rolled back and forth, empty save for enough of the serum to test.