The Last Horizon

Epilogue

Suspected Crimelord Found Dead

By Jacob Frye | The Metropolitan June 29, 2408

NEXUS (The Metro) – Robert Charon, age 54, of New Detroit, Earth was found dead in his country home on Sertina’s Pass on Nexus yesterday morning at approximately 7:30am. Local law enforcement officials suspect Charon’s death was the result of a power struggle within the infrastructure of the crime family that Charon allegedly led.

In a similar incident, twelve police troopers and fifty-eight people were killed in Cybelle the same morning during a violent stand-off with organized crime bosses believed to be linked with Charon.

The conflict resulted in a massive explosion that rocked the mining colony and injured over two hundred people and caused an estimated 18 million credits in damage to the colony’s Inter-port and support buildings.

Emergency Response and HAZMAT Teams were onsite fighting a chemical fire caused by the explosion, and injured colonists were evacuated by air to Fluture General for treatment.

Police believe that Charon’s killer is still at large, and detectives are still looking for leads.



Kurlie stood up and polished-off his drink. It was late, and the club was finally quiet. He looked across the dance floor as he put on his jacket and dashed the ashes of his cigar into the tray. He could hear the faint clatter of rain outside, and he put on his trench coat and checked the Gemini 9mm in his shoulder holster.

“Get the counts right, Charlie,” he nodded at the bartender as he puffed on his stogie, “and lock up for the night.”

“You got it, boss.”

“Alright, then,” Kurlie winked, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” He motioned at the two bodyguards that stood at the door waiting, and the three men went out the rear exit into the alley behind the tavern.

The driver had his car idling in the rain and he turned to one of his men as he opened the back door of the sedan. “Stay here and help Charlie close.”

The henchman looked at Kurlie vacantly and coughed a thick glut of blood before he collapsed.

“Jesus!”

Kurlie looked up and saw his other guard sprawled on the pavement. The silhouette of well-dressed figure holding a weapon with a sound suppressor stepped out of the shadows and stood quietly in the falling rain in front of him.

“YOU!”

“It’s nice to be remembered. Good evening, Mr. Montrell.”

“How the hell did you slip by my men at the Inter-port?”

“It’s nice to see you again.”

“Okay, let’s get this over with.” Kurlie growled as he pulled the Gemini out and pointed it at the man.

Scott pulled the trigger of the Raven and blew the 9mm out of Montrell’s hand.

Kurlie turned to run when Scott fired two rounds into Montrell’s legs and dropped him to the ground. Kurlie panted as he pulled himself across the asphalt.

He looked up and Scott stood less than three feet away…his eyes gleamed in the darkness, and his face was expressionless as he glared at Montrell.

“Who are you, you son-of-a-bitch!” Kurlie screamed as he shivered in the downpour.

“Holly.” Scott pointed the Raven at Montrell’s head and put two bullets between his eyes.

The rain fell harder as the man vanished into the haze.