DEATHSTROKE

The television cuts off, and I scream from sheer rage. How DARE he? My phone beeps and I receive the first of seven messages. Mr. Wilson, it reads, your first target is DDA Adam Pressly. I want him dead by midnight or I start sending fingers. I nearly crush the phone before realizing it is my only link to my daughter. Go dark, and he might kill her instantly. So I walk back to the cycle, and hop on it, riding as if the devil himself were on my heels. 

I run through in my head the various possibilities. It's one of my enemies, come back to haunt me? Not likely. Wintergreen is dead, and Fyers was decapitated. So, new enemy? Again, it stretches the realm of belief. My true identity is known only to one person: Rose. One of Her enemies isn't likely as all of her enemies attack The Titans as a whole, not just her in particular. But the man squarely at the top of my hit list might have her. I shudder as I think of that possibility and pray that I am wrong. Hold on Rose, Hold on.

The city limits soon come within my field of view, and swiftly they are passed. Landmarks of the Bowery slip overhead, followed by those of Park Row. Soon, The office of the District Attorney Rob Liefield approaches. I kick in the door, murdering the secretary. From her security panel, I deactivate the cameras. Checking my wristwatch, I notice the time isn't quite midnight. DDA Pressly walks down the hall, having closed up his office. 

"Hello, Pressly. A very important man wants you dead.