Ford
TIME GETS AWAY FROM ME.
My focus is utterly concentrated in the world of West Point. As soon as I returned home, I rehashed the conversation with Angus to Jax and Jeremiah who provided a barrage of questions at me afterwards—luckily for me, William was nowhere to be seen—and only when I'd answered all of them, I shot off straight to my room afterwards, omitting any details regarding Genevieve. While Jax and Jeremiah were cautious of Angus, they believe him when he alleges he has nothing to do with Jasmine's death.
I have a few minutes' waiting time before I can delve into the illegal trading side of West Point. It sickens me knowing some of the contents that are waiting in a different category of the illegal element of West Point that suits William's scumbag fetishes just nicely, but I try to push that out of my mind.
It also boasts a lot of homemade content that Red Alert members upload videos captured of hacking into people's webcams unknowingly. And there's a shitload of snuff movies and shitty porn movies that members have either created themselves or filmed other people.
When it all loads, I segue straight into the developer's mode of West Point where I can view the entire order history. Uncertain of how far in the past whatever the fuck I'm searching for was ordered, I know I'm in for a rough time, considering the quantity of orders made every single day.
The orders range from prohibited child pornography to murder weapons and hitmen where they each have an individual profile. To be completely safe, I check out the order information for the hitmen and weapons in terms of the device that was used to purchase it and then who the device is attributed to through West Point—their profile. It's a tedious amount of configuring processes and waiting for results to be generated.
The weapon orders include graphics of the weapons, but the hitmen orders exclude images. It only offers a basic profile of the hitmen's killing styles and abilities. Some specialise in public killings without any leaving any traceable evidence while others are stealthier. A few include the premeditation processes of their killings and how they carry out their surveillance of their victims.
The reading and analysis of each ordered hitman are torture because it's so painfully slow, but I plough through, determined to believe that Angus has been useful with his intel. It was already early evening when I returned home, but now I've lost all sense of time.
"For fuck sake," I mutter when I reach what must be the hundredth order of weapons.
I don't draw my eyes away from my laptop until I've finally fucking found it—what Angus was alluding to. There's an order for a hitman—no unique details about them—simply named Interpreter. The name in itself is curiosity-piquing, but as I click to view the extensive order history, my chest clenches.
The profile matches the killings committed thus far perfectly.
Surveillance of Victim: Yes. Always. Get to know their pattern to reduce spontaneity of killing.
Premeditation: A little self-indulgence never hurt anyone, right? The best pleasure is gaining the victims' trust before flipping the switch and observing the moment of realization dawning on them as their expressions turn to one akin of horror-struck.
Modus Operandi: Varying. No set MO. Always likes to mix up the murders. Not only is it exhilarating, but it acts as a confusion tactic to the police.
Disposal of Body: Depends on what is required. Usually left for police to discover unless requested otherwise.
Payment: 10% of total sum as deposit prior to killing, and the rest paid afterwards. No proof necessary that the victim is dead, especially if the body is discoverable. Will take multiple requests from the same customer.
