Hacking The Heart [Immortal Hearts #1] (#Wattys2016)

[13] - War

NDCN - Breaking News; 8:02 AM:

Early this morning, numerous reports described what appeared to be a large explosion from the home of the Attorney General, Levy Singer, and her two daughters. Under a mountain of rubble and burnt objects, three unidentified bodies have been found. While there is no clear evidence, it is suspected that a man under the name Landon Luxford has committed this crime, the same suspect who had outright declared that he would take the life of our Governor.

Landon Luxford first appeared on CNN with a demand towards the United States government to return his wife, who has been accused of stealing classified files. Since then, he has become the lead suspect in the murder of Governor Slant, and most recently, Levy Singer and her family. He has yet to be caught, but the police and FBI are doing everything in their power to detain him.

We at NDCN would like to warn our viewers: This man is dangerous, he is currently charged with four counts of First Degree Murder, use of illegal firearms, and use of an explosive device. If you spot him, please safely leave the area and contact your nearest authorities.

Next, we go live into...

Romani's Bar & Grill; 9:37 PM:

"Hey, hey, Kev, ain't that the guy from the news?" Landon overheard the two men sitting at his right a few stools down in the nearly empty bar.

"Its gotta be him! You think they'll give us money if we catch hi--"

Landon laughed. "Trust me, even if you do manage to catch me, you'll be half-dead yourselves."

Landon, as well as all of DC, saw the news that morning. His face had been plastered everywhere in every medium, from posters to news segments to newspaper articles. Now that the government had Kaylee, they were after him. They wanted Landon, and they were going to use everything in their arsenal to not only catch him, but silence him along with Kaylee. Of course, only after they found where Landon had hidden the files.

"It is him!" the bearded man jumped off of the stool. "I'll be mega-rich, man! Let's show this terrorist punk how the United States does things!"

Landon, following suit, got up and kicked the stool over onto its side. Wrapping his hand around the leg of the wooden stool, his foot slammed down on it, breaking off a sharp-ended stick from it. Landon smiled as a cold glare came over his face, his eyes only on one thing - the man in front of him - the man threatening his freedom, as well as his future.

"Shut up, you ignorant rat." Landon scoffed. "All I wanted was some fucking food. Now? Well, of course, I'm going to have to kill you. Nothing personal."

Landon took small strides towards the gray bearded man with the leg of the stool in his right hand. Confidently, the man with the beard surged forward with a strong step and threw his right arm at Landon. However, Landon caught his fist, and quite easily, at that. With his fist in Landon's left hand, Landon drilled the sharp stick into the bearded man's left eye and followed that up with another push. The old man fell, left to bleed out.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" Landon laughed and then looked at Kev, the bearded guy's friend. "If this is the best the United States has, then I'm not feeling so hot about our future."

Landon took several more steps before approaching Kev. Without another word, Landon's arm whipped out and hit Kev directly in the temple. Kev, much like his friend, had fallen within seconds at the hands of Landon's ruthless tactics. The only person left in the deserted establishment was the owner and bartender, Romani Demarco, a middle-aged, brown haired Caucasian man.

Pulling out his gun from the waist of his jeans, Landon pointed it at him point-blank, the barrel aimed right at the center of his chest. "Sorry, but I can't have anyone calling the cops."