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Killing McArthur felt even better than it had in Murdock's dreams.
He wore a radiant smile as he looked into the security camera above the lobby doors of the Department of Defense Cyber Crime Center. The building was solid brick and had no distinguishing markings on it except for large numbers signifying its address. To the average passerby, it looked like any other office building. Murdock knew otherwise.
Every news station in the world buzzed with what they presumed was McArthur's suicide. The corners of Murdock’s grin faltered for a few moments as he wondered if he had gone too far. Considering his mission though, he understood that he hadn't gone far enough.
As pleasing as it had been to kill the senator, his ultimate desire was taking Smith apart. First he planned to have some fun though – let everyone know who the best was. He intended to dismantle every single facet of Smith's operation, one cog at a time.
His appearance had completely transformed. Long blonde hair blew across his shoulders, and a gnarly beard covered much of his face and neck. Concealed platform shoes added three inches to his height, completing the new look. Only his dead eyes remained the same.
Changing disguises had always been a part of the job he enjoyed, though he had only used them for covert reasons. He never expected to use the skill to instill fear. They would never know who he was until it was too late.
Shielding his eyes from the sun, he glanced at the top of the building. The smile melted from his face as he looked back into the security camera above the lobby doors.
"Twinkle, twinkle, little Smithy, how I wonder where you are."
Bodies fell from the sky all around Murdock, splattering the sidewalk with blood and gore.