Agent for a Cause

"Now Tyre you have to admit that this is one of Galloway's finer musical composing's and having a theme song to change the beat of the place up some might not be such a bad idea."

"You call that chaotic corny screeching, music? For the love of the arts don't call it that!" I fairly shouted out.

Chantry shrugged as a smile played across his face, "Music can be different things to different people."

He half turned to a widely grinning Temple Boone, who sat at the van's controls.

"Patch the song into the sound system once Tyre's in action." Chantry said authoritatively.

I turned back to Galloway and with dark intent I said, "I'm going to make you regret this many times over Galloway!"

Galloway was wiping tears of mirth away from his eyes as he responded, "I don't care what you do! This is going to be absolutely priceless!"

I gritted my teeth and stalked out of the van feeling completely embarrassed and I hated to be embarrassed. It made me so angry!

The moment Tyre was gone from the van Galloway and Temples jovial faces turned completely serious as their heads swiveled to Chantry who was still smiling.

Temple asked Chantry, "Do you think he bought it?"

Chantry nodded, "Oh I would say so. He's mad as ever right now at the prospect of being embarrassed in front of so many fellow agents, which he desires respect from, more than anyone else."

Galloway looking puzzled asked, "Tell me why are we trying to make him mad?"

Chantry responded, "Anger makes most men sloppy and overreach themselves, because of the passionate state of mind they are in, but Tyre is different. He was born in a hell on earth place and it was anger that he fed on to survive.

It was anger that he embraced in order to become the coldhearted killer that he was as a young man. Since doing good deeds and meeting the love of his life much of that foundational anger has left him. I thank God for that, but tonight he needs to be cold, merciless and as deadly as ever. In short he needs to be angry."

Temple looked back at the monitors in front of them. He had hijacked all the security camera feeds from the rave nightclub. The screens showed the club packed tight with the young bodies of mostly teenagers and young twentysomethings.

The massed youth twisted and ground against each other to the tune of strobe lights their doped out senses lost in the euphoria of the wantonness of their actions. Temple shook his head as he viewed the packed house, "God forgive us!"