January 12th : 8:00
Striker lounged in his cozy office chair. Rolling a rotating device in his hand, he was currently carefree. He shifted his focus to the hi-tech monitors on the desk in front of him. The right, which was merely a display monitor, switched between news channels, scanning for any indications of his name, or crimes. The middle displayed a tangible live crime map. In front of it was a wireless keyboard, the bright blue backlight shining between keys. The left was a slightly less illicit undertaking. It played music, scanning radio stations for his favorite songs, then transmitting them to his wireless surround sound setup.
He kicked from under his desk, sending his chair wheeling backward. He shifted his legs and his chair pivoted and stopped right before the wall. The wall was a 180 ° panoramic glass wall, which gave him a perfect view of the hustle and bustle of the downtown sector. He studied the cars go by with experienced, diligent eyes.
Today, nothing was out of place. Just as he liked it. The usual mix of the rich and the poor, the perfectly pressed suits and the ragged beggars. The BMWs and the Lincolns, against bright yellow taxis and busses. And the out of sight, the subway riders, in their daily transit to work. Striker liked chaos, but controlled chaos. And this day, with its perfect regularity, was just fine for him. Because regularity develops habits, habits develop schedules, schedules develop routines. And routines, routines can kill. When you study a man, you find out his routine. Even if it does seem irregular, at first. They all have one, and they can all be killed.
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Unkillable Legacy: The Greatest Crime of All
AcciónA mastermind, a fighter, a criminal. He's out to do his job; assassinate, rob, steal, infiltrate. He will take control. The mighty terrorists will arise, and Striker will be at the top.
