The motes of dust swirled in the air, stirred momentarily by the motion of the computer fan that had just whirred into life, the flickering of the drive light illuminating them like swirling balls of fire.
A fraction of second later a faint popping sound preceded the monitor blinking into life. As the old device slowly warmed up the faint hint of a picture became visible through the layer of dust adhering to the screen. A woman holding a number 43100 printed in bold white letters on a card, the sadness in her eyes and the composition of the black and white prison photo did nothing to detract from her exotic beauty. The words that cut to the purpose of the matter however were in a stark and unapologetic font.
Federal arrest warrant.
Far off in the city that never sleeps a man turned and smiled, cracking his knuckles as he moved away from the keyboard. His chair sliding smoothly on the tiled floor .A self-satisfied smile on his pudgy unshaven face.
"It's done, I could only partially undo whatever mojo the Wicca pulled, she was a real wizard, both metaphorically and in reality," he winked at the figure standing shadowed in the corner of the room.
"I think my personal brilliance however should meet your requirements but it should prove interesting." He yawned the effort had cost him a lot
"Where’s my money, the fifty grand as we agreed?" He turned back at a beep coming from the console and did not even see the bullet that exited from the front of his head, exploding the monitor before embedding itself in the desk.
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