Another Day, Another Crime

He inserted his passkey and the door’s LED lights came on.

"Please enter your personal security code. If you are a visitor, please enter your…"

The electronic voice was silenced as Harker slammed his fist into the door, causing it to depress inwards at a ridiculous angle. Shouts of alarm could be heard from the other side. He kicked it for good measure, then forced his way through the battered steel into the entryway of a small apartment, casually withdrawing his pistol, expression never changing.

Some one craned their neck around the corner at the end of the entryway, only to quickly dive back the other direction as the corridor lit up with quick bursts from Harker’s gun. The figure poked around again, this time wielding a weapon, but received a blue bolt right between his eyes before he could even aim.

Harker turned the corner at the end of the entryway and moved into the living room. There were two people in the rear of the small room, a terrified woman holding a blanket and a seedy looking man struggling to get his pants back on. Without saying a word, Harker shot them both through the head and left just as calmly as he had arrived.

It was a fine afternoon in the world of hi-tech organized crime.