"Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Please wake up!" Tim whispered to himself.
James was lying there, unconscious, while Zack rushed back into the house. "He's not waking up?" Zack questioned.
Tim shook his head.
Zack kneels towards James.
"I'm sorry. They'll pay.
It was raining. Several people were at a graveyard, surrounding a tombstone. Carved on it was "James Miller"
"James." Said Zack to James' family members. "Was a good man. He always strived for justice, and never ignored a person in need. But his death will not be in vain. I will find the people that did this." Zack was confident. He had hate and anger in both his breath and eyes.
After the funeral, Tim approached Zack.
"Listen. How... are you going to find them? And when you do what are you going to do with them?" Tim asked Zack.
"Definitely not hand them to the police. The system is corrupted. We have to do things ourselves. I will find them, and I will kill them. All of them." Said a determined Zack.
"That is against the law! You're a policeman-"
"Tell that to those that killed James."
Zack started to walk away but Tim grabbed his elbow.
"Let me help you." Tim said, in a comforting voice.
"Alright, but this is extremely risky, I can't guarantee your safety." Zack explained.
"I'll buy whatever you need. But tell me. What if you get caught?"
"I wouldn't. I am going to wear a mask. Scramble my voice. They would suspect a thing."
"Alright. Let's do it" Tim said as a smile finally appeared on Zack's face.
Back at Tim's house, They are gathered with a table in his basement.
"Here. I'm going to need a mask, armour, gloves and weapons." Zack listed.
"You design it, I create it."
"Okay boss." Zack said.
14 days later.
Zack puts on the heavy armour, the black leather gloves and a black eye mask, covering only The Eye part.
He then wears a suit over it, a completely black coat.
"Let's go."
