Creations Anonymous (creationsanon) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-05-30 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | fawkes |
Who: Fawkes (closed, narrative)
What: The real fireworks.
Where: Various locations throughout Rainier
When: Monday night
Warnings: None.
The five explosions happened in relatively quick succession, over the course of about half an hour.
The first two went off at the hideouts of two rival gangs, killing the boss of one gang, a high ranking member at another, and several other gang members besides. Both gangs were known to have participated in drug sales, prostitution, and a bit of human trafficking on the side. Throughout the night, news spread to surviving members of the gangs, both of which assumed the other had been the one to attack them, and two more deaths ensued in the subsequent fighting.
The third explosion was at the house of a convicted sex offender. He had raped a young girl a a few years earlier, but had been released recently from prison on a technicality. The next morning, a folder of photos showing the man watching a group of schoolchildren through binoculars arrived at the police station, in a plain envelope with no return address and a small card illustrated with a mask inside.
The last bombs both targeted a prominent city family, well known as an organized crime power house. The fourth explosion took place at an outwardly abandoned bar being used as a hideout for members of the family who had gotten themselves into hot water. The men using the place during the explosion had bumped off an enforcer in a rival mob along with the man's family, and there was a warrant out for their arrests.
The fifth explosion was perhaps the most impactful, both in its scope and in the sheer speed necessary to pull it off. Word had come in to the head of the family earlier in the day that someone would be coming to his home to try to kidnap his wife and small daughter. They were immediately moved to a secure location, and the house fortified to await the intruder. After killing two outside guards, Fawkes threw the last bomb through the back window of the study where the head of the family had secured himself along with his oldest son, next in line for his position, and his heavily armed consiglieri. There were a few seconds to react after the bomb crashed through the window, just long enough for the head of the family got off a few shots at the retreating figure in black, but they missed. The bomb went off, killing the head of the family and his son, injuring the consiglieri, and throwing the family into chaos.
Each scene was one of blood, disarray, and scraps of cloth, fragments of the effigies each bomb had been sewn up inside. All told the explosions caused 13 deaths and 4 injuries, and their message was clear. Whatever the police chose to do, whatever the vigilantes chose to do, Fawkes had chosen his own path.