Judge I
02/22/2010
I know Varga is up to something but I don’t know what. All I know so far is that there’s two dead bodies, may be a coincidence or may not be a coincidence, but all signs point to Varga. Some of his known associates were in the areas of both murders around the time they happened. He just has to be behind this.
The city tonight is darker than the Grim Reaper’s robe which is only fitting considering what all has gone down tonight. Earlier tonight the police got a call about a murder in the Summerlin area. Upon investigation, two known Varga associates named Steve “The Snake” Ragnoli and Mitchell Vispusi, were the ones who were behind the murders.
When I followed them around time, they went to a few drop off spots to get various items, paperwork, money, and things of that nature from their numerous contacts. The more I saw how the operation worked, the more I realized how elaborate it really is. That Varga has the perfect set-up which is why he hasn’t been brought to justice sooner.
After their last stop, they head down the sidewalk instead of getting back into their car. This is a very curious move by them in my opinion so I follow them. However the drawback of being a famous vigilante crime fighter like I am is that people gawk and take pictures.
As I try to stealthily follow them, some kid yells “Judge!” I turn and they turn. Before I realize what’s going on, they’re running and now it’s a foot chase. These bastards are slow so they head down an alleyway but it turns into a dead end.
I head after them down the alleyway. Soon I have the bastards cornered and they know it. Pulling out my gun, I think it’s time to show them that I mean business. Just as I take two steps toward them, everything fades to black for some reason.
Someone set me up…
* * *
Civilization I
02/12/2010
Inside the secret base of operations, the High Council of the group known as Civilization is meeting to discuss a variety of topics in regards to the organization’s worldwide operations. The base is actually a leftover Cold War bunker built somewhere inside the United States of America and is where the High Council meets on a regular basis. The High Council of Civilization consists of the Killer Pirates of the Outer Caribbean (representing the Circus of Doom), Moneymaker (leader of the Evil Fish Corporation), Raphael Black (leader of the Hades Corporation), Count Von Braun (formerly used the alias Count Von Macabre and is the Church of the Unholy representative), Dr. Feelgood (a former German scientist who defected to the United States during World War II), Natasha Smirnoff (the mysterious second in command of Civilization), and myself (Varga the third in command of Civilization and the public face of the organization). All of us are sitting at different positions around the big round table in the middle of conference room.
The meeting so far has led to some progress being made as far as the Civilization organization goes. Our military wing will be a major part of our operation conducting missions under the guise of a separate entity when in reality they will be doing the work of Civilization. We also decided that we would start off by building bunkers around the world for our membership that will protect us during the years of nuclear fallout after World War III. We’ve also picked out which countries will be the targets of our first instigatory actions to try and start minor conflicts that will eventually lead to one giant global conflict.
The military wing of Civilization is the focal point of what we’re discussing now. In order for that part of the plan to work, we need to make them seem like a legitimate organization instead of one that comes across as fake which would make worldwide intelligence organizations look into who created the group which would lead them to Civilization. That would not be a good thing so now we’re going to figure out what exactly the group will be doing and what the name of the military wing will be.
“What I propose is that we create a terrorist organization as a front to cover our operations,” I tell them as the devious plot begins spinning in my head. This may be one of my best ideas of all time to be honest about it which only scares me. “This will also be a false front for our group’s activities in case of capture. We have already set up a field operations unit to handle all of our worldwide options. Actually, we’ll have three field operations squads if you include the Hades Corporation’s GHOST Unit and the Circus of Doom’s Doom Ninjas. This can easily be used to our advantage. Now all we need to do is come up with a name for the organization so it comes across as legitimate after we start our worldwide plan.”
“The name is going to be the most important part,” Count Von Braun responds with a grin that suggests that he has the same devious thoughts that I am having at this very moment. “If it sounds bogus, nobody will buy it. We need to think of something that will strike fear in the heart of civilization. If someone says the name of our fake terrorist organization, we have to really make them be afraid of it.”
“Good point,” Raphael Black responds. “But we have to think of the name first.”
The High Council members seem to agree with this point as I look around at everyone sitting around the table. I myself agree with that point as well.
“True,” I say to him. “Very true.”
“So…anybody got any ideas as far as a name goes?” I ask, looking around the table as everyone figuratively puts their thinking caps on.
“I think that HYDRA sounds good,” Raphael Black mutters out as I give him an incredulous look that he picks up on immediately.
“But it’s from Marvel Comics,” I reply to him much to his disgust. He glares at me for a moment before responding.
“Varga, what the hell are you talking about?” Black asks me as he continues to scowl at me with a look that resembles the ‘Grinch Who Stole Christmas.’ His slicked back black hair and suit make him seem like a mafia family head which kind of makes him creepy to me for some reason.
“There’s an organization in Marvel comics called HYDRA,” I tell him as calmly as I can. What this bastard doesn‘t realize is that I could kill him right now if I wished to. However I‘m not in a killing mood which makes him the luckiest man in this room right now. “They are ironically the terrorist organization that fights the government organization known as S.H.I.E.L.D. Some of you may know that they are headed by Nick Fury.”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Black snarls back at me. Maybe I should kill him just to shut him up. “Marvel Comics? Nick Fury? HYDRA? Please cut the crap out, Varga. Nobody cares. We’re wasting valuable time talking about comic book characters when we should be planning out what we’re going to do.”
We’re clearly about to come to blows at this point. As much I was want to suppress my anger, I just can’t under these circumstances. This pretentious douche bag is trying to make me look like a jackass and I’m not going to stand for it. I think it’s time I ripped this guy a new one just for speaking to me in such a manner.
“You’re the biggest idiot in this room,” I growl at him in a loud tone of voice that makes him glare at me even more. Like I give a crap. He can take his Mafia Godfather act back to the Hades Corporation board meetings for all I care. “I didn’t even bring up the subject of HYDRA until somebody else did but if you want to go there, we can go there. If you have a problem with me, I’ll gladly rip your head off and put it on a stake outside of the door so that everyone in Civilization knows that I’m not the person you want to fuck with.”
Black and I both stand up, clearly about to come to blows much to the dismay of everyone else in the room. I can feel that my emotions are going to get me into trouble somewhere down the line. This is a weakness that will probably lead to my downfall. I must keep my emotions in check. I must but I know I can’t.
“You’re calling me an idiot?!” Black yells at me.
“Yeah I’m calling you an idiot!” I yell right back at him. I seriously want to kill this douche bag right now.
Seeing that things are quickly spiraling out of control, Natasha Smirnoff finally steps in to stop us before it gets really out of hand. Her red dress sways as she stands up. Natasha motions for us both to calm down.
“Boys, boys,” Natasha says in a soothing manner to try and get us to calm down before someone dies. “Can we act like civilized grown ups, please? We’re supposed to be the most civilized and noble organization in the world but in our highest level meetings we are acting like fifth graders calling each other names on a playground. Now I know that we’re not all going to agree on every little thing but the least we can do is not destroy ourselves from within because of a few petty little arguments like the one that is going on right now. So please tone it down and let’s get some business done.”
“Sorry,” I tell Black, feeling a bit of remorse about what happened.
“Sorry,” he responds, probably feeling the same way I am right now.
I shake hands with Black and all three of us sit back down so that we can get back to business.
“Now that the argument is over we still need to figure out a name for our fake terrorist organization.” Natasha says as she looks around at everyone. “Has anybody got any serious ideas on this issue?”
Everybody puts their thinking caps on. This decision is going to make or break a lot of our plans.
“Pyramid,” Count Von Braun suggests to the group.
“Not bad but not frightening enough either,” Natasha replies after taking a moment to think about it.
At this point I get a massive brainstorm inside of my brain. I continue to think but then, my to my dismay, my mouth starts talking. Must be a reflex action.
“How about we create a fake eco-terrorist group under the guise of our military wing the Red Sparrowes,” I ramble out as I start thinking out loud. “That would be a logical yet realistic thing to do. It could be like the Earth Liberation Front but more extreme. We could call it Pangaea and their goal would be to restore Earth to its once pristine state. Is this a good idea? It just kind of popped into my head and…”
At first I think my idea is another bomb. However, much to my surprise, I look over and Natasha seems very pleased with the idea as does the rest of the group judging by their reactions.
“I love it,” Natasha responds with a smile. “We’ll go with that.”
“Varga, after all these years I have no idea if you are an idiot disguised as a genius or a genius disguised as an idiot,” Black replies with a grin.
It has become obvious to me that this guy has no clue about anything related to me so I might as well indulge him with the correct information.
“I’m neither a genius nor am I am idiot,” I tell him.
“Then how would you describe yourself?” Black asks, seemingly a bit confused by my answer.
“I’m either the craziest smart man or the smartest crazy man you will ever meet,” I answer back. “However, that aside, the best word to describe myself would be dangerous.”
He looks at me like I’m nuts, which most likely is the case. I’ve
“Dangerous?” Black asks with a laugh. He chuckles about it like he just heard a good joke. “What the hell are you talking about dangerous?”
“I think he means the Michael Jackson album, mate,” Captain Jack Morgan replies with a grin.
This response only annoys me. It’s obvious that some of people in this room are only here to cause problems which is going to be a pain in the ass for me to deal with if they stay like this. Hopefully it’s just like this today and not all the time.
“No, I don’t mean the Michael Jackson album,” I tell him.
“Then what do you mean?” Morgan asks so I might as well let the cat out of the bag.
“I’ve been working as a hitman for years now,” I snarl out. I think they realize at this point how fucking annoyed I am with their pitiful antics. “That’s how I got all of that money that everyone’s been wondering about. Who would suspect that a weak, joke of a wrestler like myself would be one of the most dangerous men in the world? I hide it well for years. Nobody would believe it but I hid it by losing on purpose to appear weak. The idiots in the industry fell for it. Now it’s something we can use to our advantage.”
As the group is about to go into chaos once more, Natasha’s clearly had enough of this childishness and wants order.
“Ahem!”
We look over and see Natasha giving us a nasty look. Judging by this reaction, she’s probably pissed with us
“Can we get back to business?” Natasha asks as she glares around at all of us. She does not look pleased at all.
All of us quickly get silent before another round of apologies.
“Sorry,” Morgan says.
“Sorry,” I tell her.
“Sorriando,” the clown says.
“Firstly we need to figure out what we’re going to do first,” Natasha says. She‘s right about this, too. If we don‘t have a plan then everything we do is going to be for nothing. “It has to be something exciting.”
Nobody seems willing to speak up. It’s just like in elementary school when the teacher is asking a question and nobody wants to be called. Just then I get an idea. I get an idea so devious, so evil, it’s perfect for an organization like this one.
“May I make a suggestion?” I ask with a devious grin.
* * *
Judge II
After knocking Judge out using the butt of my pistol, I turn and look at Steve Ragnoli and Mitchell Vispusi with s look of disdain. Both of them look at me like a deer in the headlights. They both know what I’m capable of doing. However they play if off like they were taken off guard only to return to their usual tough guy thug selves moments later.
This doesn’t impress me one bit. These two idiots almost led Judge on a path that could take down our entire operation in this city. Luckily Judge fell for my bait and walked right into my trap. I didn’t count on my idiot goons almost ruining everything. I think it’s time I let them know how badly that they fucked up.
“You idiots almost ruined everything,” I tell them with a growl. “You could’ve led Judge right to our base of operations here in town. Always check if you are being followed and neither of you did that. Both Judge and myself followed you all day long. Luckily I knocked the bastard out before he could take you two down.”
Both of them look at me in a very angry fashion. I know what’s coming and am prepared for it. Ragnoli then pulls out a gun he had concealed and points it right at my face. This fucker is just asking to be killed after this stunt. I’m going to enjoy this greatly.
“WHO YOU CALLING AN IDIOT?!” Ragnoli yells at me. “What are you going to do now, boy? What?”
I quickly grab his gun with my left hand and reach into my suit jacket, pulling out my concealed handgun before shooting both him and Vispusi with a double tap to the chest. Both of them fall to the ground with a thud. Neither moves after this so I quickly put my gun away before turning around to see if Judge is still out of it.
Walking over to him, I bend over and check to see if he‘s still alive. He’s unconscious so I stand back up to quickly make my way out of the area before the police arrive. Luckily I know their response times so I’m out of there quick without any chance of going off.
* * *
Civilization II
02/24/2010
Two days after the deaths of Vispusi and Ragnoli, Natasha Smirnoff is meeting with one of her advisors at the headquarters of Civilization. He is a man many in the group have never met before. This doesn’t bother many of the men at all. Any excuse to stare at the gorgeous Natasha is a good reason. Today she is in a elegant looking blue dress instead of her usual red. The man with her is Dmitri Radmanovic. He is an ex-KGB military man who is now the head of security for Natasha’s unit. He is in his full black security uniform complete with cap as they have a chat down the hallway of the bunker that Civilization uses for a base.
“The plans are in motion, Dmitri,” Natasha says to her advisor of cultural affairs. “We are going to go through with the merger and there will be nothing that can prevent our organization from taking over.”
As they walk into the main portion of the bunker, a man in a wheelchair by the name of Dr. Wolfgang Feelgood rolls himself out of the laboratory section of the bunker. His hair is messed up, his glasses are shaped like circles, and he is wearing black gloves.
“EUREKA!” he screams out as Natasha and Dmitri turn in his direction as he rolls himself over to them. “I have made a break through in the particle fission accelerator. We can now harness the particles to our own means!”
He sounds as excited and giddy as a kindergartner going to Toys R’ Us. However he stops and takes a look around. Someone is noticeably missing and this clearly bothers the good doctor.
“When is Mein Fuhrer…I mean, the Leader coming?”
“He won’t be coming for a long time,” Natasha says to him as he looks a bit disappointed. “He has business to attend to in his home country of Ukraine and it’s going to take awhile especially with the UN on his back all the time. Don’t worry, Wolfgang. He’ll be soon enough.”
Seeing that Dr. Feelgood is a bit sad Natasha decides to change the subject and talk about something else entirely.
“Doctor, how is the Emotional Removal Therapy going with Varga?” she asks him.
“Mistress…the procedure is complete,” Dr. Feelgood says to her with a grin as he stammers to speak in English with his thick German accent. “He is nothing more than an emotionless robot compared to what he was. He has no feelings or remorse which makes him even more dangerous.”
Dr. Feelgood then motions to the laboratory and the door swings open as Varga exits into the hallway. He is wearing all black attire. Upon joining the group, he looks at all of them with not a hint of any human emotions being present.
“Varga, how do you feel?” Natasha asks him.
Varga turns and gives her a cold, emotionless glare. She is a little taken-aback by this. It’s not like Varga to have emotionless eyes. His face may at times lose all emotion but never his eyes. There’s always a little bit of humanity left in his eyes. Now that is all gone which sends a shiver up her cold spine.
“I feel that humanity as a whole is going to destroy itself,” Varga says to them. “These people infest this planet like locusts destroying everything in their path. The path that society is on at this very moment is going to end in the same way that our plan ends. The rapture of this miserable world population is going to be a thing of beauty. People will die, governments will fall, and after all is said and done, Civilization shall inherit the Earth.”
Natasha turns to Dr. Feelgood with a devious grin. According to most men, she’s too wicked to be that beautiful. This is one of those times that proves that statement to be correct.
“I like it already,” she says with a smile that pleases the doctor. “He already wants the world to be destroyed. This is great. Varga, can I ask you something.”
“Sure,” Varga replies. “Ask me anything.”
“What do you think about?” Natasha asks, clearly curious about the extent of Dr. Feelgood’s therapy.
“I think that people are only here to be used for our enjoyment,” Varga answers her. “They serve no purpose other than to either join us or die.”
Both Dmitri and Natasha seem very happy with the effects of his Emotion Removal Therapy.
“Doctor, this is better than I expected,” she tells him. “Nice work.”
Dr. Feelgood takes a bow.
“Thank you,“ he replies but then motions to her so he can tell her one thing that he forgot about earlier. “However there is an issue with the effects of the therapy.”
“What is it?” she asks, giving him the evil eye much to his dismay.
“The only issue is that the subject will gain back emotions temporarily during sexual intercourse,” Dr. Feelgood cautions her. “And alcohol consumption reverses the therapy for an extended period of time. However more field testing is needed to prove these…equations.”
Natasha turns and looks over Varga for a second before turning back to Dr. Feelgood.
“Do the testing,” she whispers to him in a growl. “I don’t want any problems.”
“Yes, your majesty,” he says before turning and rolling himself beck into the lab. Natasha then turns back to Varga.
“James, we need to talk,” she says to him as she puts her arm around his shoulders before escorting him to the main bunker chamber with Dmitri. She has a plan and having her own personal hitman is a major part of it. Luckily for her Varga already has years of experience as a hitman. Now that he has no human emotions, there’s no limit to what he can do for her. This makes Natasha very happy.
* * *
Judge III
I wake up with a throbbing headache. Someone nailed me good in the back of the head with the butt of a handgun or a rifle. I should’ve kept my bearings instead of letting my guard down. Now two men are dead and by the sounds all around me it appears that the police are on the scene.
I sit up, holding the back of my head in reaction to the pain. One of the police officers who is looking at the two bodies comes over to me. After a quick inspection, he checks on my condition.
“You okay, Judge?” he asks.
I look up at him and nod my head.
“Yeah,” I respond before standing up to brush myself off. “What happened? The last thing I remember is cornering those two guys. I wake up and find this.”
I see the new Las Vegas Police Chief and walk over to him. He turns and gives me a look after motioning toward the two bodies.
“What happened, Judge?” he asks.
“Well firstly that I was following those two guys,” I tell him. “Then they saw me and I chased them here. I had them cornered and ready to tell me what they knew. Then the next thing I know everything goes black and I wake up to find all of this going on.”
“We know that someone else did it,” the Chief says. “The shoe size did not match yours and your gun is still holstered.”
“Got any leads?” I ask and he responds by shaking his head.
“Nope, not yet,” he replies much to my dismay.
“We’re going to need some help on this one, Chief,” I say to him as he looks at me in a dire fashion. “I’ve got this feeling that this is just the start of something big. There’s something going on and we’re going to need to have some back up.”
“I agree,” he says to me. “There have been a lot of unusual crimes and a lot of high profile ones too. We think it’s the work of one criminal organization. Now, for the back-up, what did you have in mind?”
I reach into the right pants pocket of my outfit and pull out some business cards. I flip through the cards and find the one I’m looking for. We both look at it and clearly recognize the name of the Canadian Yukon Territory’s greatest hero.
The name of the man is Slam Boomsdexter.