[i]A local police chief stands in the center of a dimly lit room, a table in front of him with multiple pictures of a man in a black trenchcoat from a distance. He wore a black hat that matched the look of a classic mobster. The police chief stroked his small goatee of graying hair before speaking up to the others in the room. His voice boomed in a stern and serious tone.[/i] "Alright, fellas. We got a pretty big fish here. Now, thing is, as you can see, he don't look unlike a mobster from 60 years ago. The problem with that is, we don't know who he's working with or for, if anyone. For all we know, he's just using it as a persona. Now that that's cleared up, let's go on to what he's done. These pictures we got, they were from security cameras blocks away, that's why they're such low quality. We're lucky we got these, to be honest. He's killed four, at this point in time. For all we know, no correlations between the vics. Reason we ain't tracked him down yet, is because that's about all we know, apart from his calling card, which we'll get to later. Every time he strikes, the block's power goes out. He gets 'em in an alley, and to our knowledge, guns 'em down and takes their wallet, if they got one. With the amount of preparation he's puttin' in, though, we doubt these are just random muggin's. First two, lungs and heart ripped to shreds by what we assume were hollow point machine gun rounds. Shattered once they entered the body, so we couldn't determine what they were. No casings, must've cleaned 'em up or modified the gun to catch them. Third, incinerated-" "Umm... Incinerated, sir?" "You heard right. We don't think it was incendiary rounds, body had no open wounds. Could've been a flamethrower or incendiary grenade, but we've got nothing solid. Last one, had one shell o' buckshot in each knee, then one right in his chest, presumably the lethal blow. Guy was smart, managed to start a video on his cell phone. Left it in his pocket though, so we only got audio." [b]He opens a file and retrieves a phone in a blue case with a single crack running horizontally across the screen. He opens it and plays the video.[/b] [Muffled and Distorted] "You ain't gettin outta this kid." [Muffled but noticeably young voice] "Please, I, I can pay you. Way more than what's on me." "Not about the money." "Who even are you? Show your face from under that stupid hat!" "Listen kid. Streets call me The Catalyst. But I'll be nice to you. You won't be around to blab for long anyways." [b]The sound of running is heard before a shot goes off. The voice cries out in pain. Slow steps are heard getting closer and closer before a second shot is heard.[/b] "The real name's Giovanni Callisto. Look me up in a few years." [b]A final shot is heard before the police chief stops the video.[/b] " *sigh* ...We don't know what the weapon was. Coulda been anythin' that shoots buckshot." [b]The building's lights flicker.[/b] "Apart from this, we know each kill was his because of the calling card. An empty buckshot shell, on top of the corpse, with an image of a Roman soldier's helmet burned into it. One was found on all four bodies." [b]The power in the building goes out.[/b] "Shit. Jim, go down and figure out what the hell is going on." [b]One of the officers promptly leaves the room, returning a couple minutes later. Before the police chief can ask a question, the cop draws a pistol and immediately braincases one of the other police.[/b] [b]The police chief promptly disarms him and pins him to the wall.[/b] "WHAT THE HELL JIM?!?" [b]Before he can answer, he passes out.[/b] [b]Instantly, a figure in black burst through the door, grabbing the chief and putting him in a headlock, using him as a meatshield. He uses one arm to wield a Spas-12, shredding though the rest of the room with an effective amount of rounds. He handcuffs the chief and throws him on the ground, then draws a tommygun and puts a single round in the brain of unconscious Jim.[/b] "It was real nice of y'all..." [b]His voice is modulated, deep.[/b] "To group all the evidence on me up in one little room... Makes it really easy to clean up. All it took was me leaving a phone behind eh? I'll keep that in mind for next time." [b]With a snap of his fingers, the chief lit up in flames, rolling around uselessly. One more round from the drum mag ended his rather amusing squirming.[/b] "You really outdid yourself this time Callisto..." [b]He removed the empty buckshot shells from a makeshift mechanism on the side of his shotgun, and moved his left hand close to them. His pointer finger glowed red as he burnt the image of a Roman helmet into each one, and left them atop the bodies. He destroyed all other evidence, and left without a soul spotting him.[/b]