Chapter 27

In a dark room far below the basements of several buildings in the Long Spoon distrip a phone began to ring. The ring was soft at first, becoming louder and louder until sounding as an incessant alarm, demanding attention and response. A hand reached from the shadows and depressed a button near the source of the ring.
“Jehovah, we need a containment,” said a voice from the phone, “We’re calling on your services.”
The hand remained motionless beside the phone as a low, guttural voice echoed from the darkness.
“What are the restrictions?”
“There are no restrictions on this job,” replied the phone voice, “It is of the utmost importance that this be carried out quickly and quietly. Use any of the tools at your disposal and the party will see you compensated for your time.”
Silence.
“and my obligation to the party?”
“You will be free of all your previous debts.”
The fingers tapped on the phone as the figure in the shadow considered the offer.
“Accepted.”
“In that case, the information on the mark is already in your mailbox. Go to work immediately and, Jehovah,” said the far-away voice hesitantly, “don’t lose this one. The party will not consider failure in this particular endeavor.”
The phone clicked as the other end of the line hung up their receiver.
The room remained motionless as it had for so many hours previously, caked in darkness. Suddenly a man stood up from the shadow, his limbs reaching a foot longer than the average human. His silhouette stood tall in the darkness, a colossus among men.
“The end is coming,” growled the hulking tower.
“It is finally time.”