...And the "Fit has hit the Shan"......
I once herd that the highest form of public service was professional assassination of the corrupt. With this in mind, I set out to find and kill a person who is responsible for the deaths of many innocent Americans overseas. The trail led to a bank in L.A. where the next piece of the puzzle was in the form of "hard-copy" files, nothing on disk. I contracted some outside help to make it look like a robbery. After going over the data I noticed that it contained nothing on my intended target, but I was able to get some codes that will allow me better access into some NSA trusted networks. I decide that I'll figure out where I lost the "trail" later and go to make some coffee. When I go into the kitchen I find that my last pound of Hawiian Kona coffee is spilled on the table, covering it completely. I'm about to clean it up when words began to appear in the coffee grounds, and they were as follows: "HELP ME TO SEE YOUR NEW WORLD". Now I know I'm not high or drunk, so I began to think that maybe there is a ghost in my house trashing my coffee. I take off, and head over to Willy's bar for a drink. I'm at the bar for maybe ten minutes when this delivery boy comes in with a package for ME. I take it, sign another name and give the kid $200.00 to forget my face. I carefully open it to find the severed heads of three people that I used for the bank job. I take the box of heads and bolt out the back door. After making sure that I was not followed, I took care of the heads and went to one of my stashes of equipment to get "suited-up" (matrix style) for the possible incoming badness about to come my way. I'm now at my usual table, in the back, at Willy's bar going over the files I copied to disk trying to figure out how somebody got this close to me this quick and who I really pissed off.