Agent for a Cause

I exited the short hall before me and looked down the steps into the packed rave hall below. The place had once been a warehouse, but it had been converted into this flashing den of iniquity to help feed the excesses of a generation gone wrong and eager to spend their stolen grandma's cash.

The hall stretched out before me from the base of the steps down to the dance floor. The sides were decked out with dancer pads for exotic dancers, who flexed to the insane beat of some tune gone wrong. Back into the sides were lounges where other activities were done and all the innocence of youth was lost.

Lights flashed in a dizzying array throughout the hall in an epileptic's nightmare fantasy of hell. If I ever caught a child of mine in such a place as this I'd throw them in their room and lock the door and throw the key away.

No child belonged in such a place of wanton abuse and yet the place was packed full of them. Had parents ceased to care or had wickedness grown so much as to reap such an unholy harvesting of young lives that had decided it was better to run away and play than to work and have joy?

A door burst open halfway up the side of the old warehouse wall and men with guns spilled out onto the catwalk becoming the first of many. I opened up on them as I began to make my way down the steps to the dance floor below.

Some of them managed to get off some shots, but they were ill aimed. I holstered my empty pistols as I reached the floor. I pulled out a slim assault rifle that was strapped to a weapon harness on my back under the coat I wore.

The loud gunshots of the men from the catwalk had dimly registered on the youth and now some of them near to me gazed at me, befuddled as to what was going on. I pulled the trigger of my rifle and a spray of bullets shot into the air towards the ceiling of the place.

Come on, stupid kids, get out of here! Instead the kids actually cheered! They were so high and tripped out on drugs and alcohol that they thought this was some kind of spectacle put on for their entertainment! Bullets hammered off the stairs behind me. Well so be it then. I moved into the packed crowd that parted energetically before me.

The sound of the crazed heated music that pervaded the place abruptly stopped. I gritted my teeth as I darkly acknowledged to myself what was to come next. Galloway's awful twisted rendition of what he thought to be music blared forth into the rave hall with loud enough intensity to be heard by all for several miles.