Phantoms Among Justice

Prologue - The Phantoms

He was going through seemingly a multitude of false identification, birth dates, social security numbers, and even fingerprints. Occasionally, he looked at the man. Black suit, blood stained tie. Long, thin, black hair. It was manged. Nevertheless, the man was smiling as he read some of the identification to him. It mostly consisted of drivers licenses, some birth certificates.

"Robert Surman, Talis Gladstone, Everett Smile, what? How do you pronounce this?" The police officer said. He showed the birth certificate to the man. He chuckled and shook his head. "Gotta smoke?" He politely asked. The police officer rolled his eyes as he shoved an open pack towards the man.

He took the birth certificate, read it, and chuckled. "Çenix. Çenix Morro." The man said.

"Jesus Christ, you don't lack creativity, do you?" The officer retorted.

The man took a cigarette from the pack, and sniffed it. He threw the cigarette on the desk. "Ask around for reds. I don't smoke menthol, it stifles my respiratory system." The man said.

The police officer grinned and chuckled. He shook his head as he sighed. "Morello, gimme your pack."

The man named Officer Morello, whom was talking to a fellow officer, snorted. "Seriously?" He said. "What? This little fuck want one?" He ridiculed the man. The officer looked at the man with apologies in his eyes. "No, I do! Give 'em up!" The officer said. Officer Morello sneered and tossed the pack on the desk.

The man smiled as he proceeded. "Okay," the officer said. "First things last. I've read through all of these, and I don't believe a damned one of them. How about your real name? My name's Phillip Costello. You may refer to me as Officer Costello if you like. Don't call me Phil." The man laughed, in mockery of Officer Costello's remark.

"I'm the guy who's gonna leave this place, very soon..." The man said. Officer Costello suddenly lost his sense of sympathy towards this man. It was when a bald, young, enthusiastic man came in, that he started to believe him.

He was wearing a suit, identical to the one that the man sitting across from him had been afforded. He was screaming and resisting, and he had three officers restraining him. "HEY!" He screamed. "YOU WANNA KNOW WHO HE IS?! HE'S A FUCKING PHANTOM!" He laughed. "YEAH! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?! HE'S A GHOST IN YOUR SYSTEM!"

Officer Costello did his absolute best to ignore this crude man, and proceeded to question what looked to be his brother. The man laughed along with the other one. "He's right. I am. We are. You won't find any trace of us. Not without our names..." The man said. "Morello?" Officer Costello called Officer Morello. Officer Morello brought his head up from his coffee. "Take him to interrogation. Don't bring him back until he has a name. If it's deceased, then so be it. He just said that he's not in our system. A little blip in our radar."

Officer Morello smiled devilishly. He gestured towards the man sitting across from Officer Costello. The man smiled the same smile that Officer Morello gave him, and he stood up. He looked at the other man, nodded, and brought his hands up from behind his back. He brought them up above his head, dislocated his shoulders deliberately, and put his hands in front of his waist.

Officer Morello was in shock, and Officer Costello was too indulged in his paperwork to notice. The man whom sat across from Officer Costello reached, and bashed the officers head into his desk until he was disoriented. He dragged Officer Costello across the desk, and then held him with his handcuffs across his neck.

There was a window facing the man, and he forced himself and Officer Costello out of it.

The other officers were in shock as well, and the other man used this to his advantage. He jumped, and brought his hands from across his back to his waist.

He grabbed one of the officer's guns, head butted him, and fired into the crowd as he ran. He ran, shot through another window, and jumped out of it.

When he landed, he landed awkwardly, fracturing one of his legs. He yelped out of pain, but got up anyways. He was looking at the man, standing over the departed Officer Costello. They were both looking down at him. "You kill Morello?" The man said. The other one nodded. "Dead as Dillinger. Got him in the head. Let's get the fuck outta here, 'fore those cops get wise." The other one said. The man nodded.