Chapter 21: It Continues

The plan was simple. He would walk in, kill everyone in sight, collect Evey, and walk away. He saw absolutely no problem with it. Gordon, however, thought it insane.

"It can't be done. You can't just walk up to the doors and say, 'Hello, I'm the terrorist Codename V and please release my paramour who you are holding hostage! That is, if you do not mind, may I kindly have her back? They would laugh in your face."

The mask tilted, studying the comedian. "They will be dead long before the hello. I see no point in introducing myself to a corpse."

"God damn it V, be serious."

"I am."

The desire to shake the masked man was overwhelming. All Gordon wanted to do was to pick up a bronze statue of some hefty weigh and bash the other man repeatedly in the head. I'll give him a seriously good whack and it'll knock some sense into him, he thought as he looked at V in a state of complete consternation. Taking a deep breath, he attempted to try again to reason with the obvious madman.

"V, You will not make it to the doors. The moment they see you, they will kill you. What use to this country or to Evey are you dead? You can't save her if you're dead."

Gordon waited for a reply, but the mask still sat at a tilt, staring at him in a most unnerving manner.

"V, are you listening to me? Can you hear me?"

The mask turned and looked back at the whetstone and knives which were neatly lain out across the work space. "Unfortunately Dietrich, I am sorry to say there is no way to avoid hearing you. Even if I left the room, tied you up and gagged you, I am certain I would have to continue to hear your squawking. I am beginning to consider the latter as I have much work to do and you are becoming a rather annoying distraction."

"Damn it man, you are not the only one to care about her." He was getting frustrated and V's blasé attitude was irritating his very last nerve. "What you are prosing is suicide. Complete and total suicide. They are going to kill her, then they are going to kill you. No questions asked."

With a heavy sigh V sat down the blade he was carefully sharpening. "There is where you are incorrect Dietrich. My death shall be a public spectacle filled with lights and media. Sulter wants my head on the preverbal platter and presented to the people. John the Baptist shall be I. They will not kill me until it can be shone what happens to someone who dares to defy the government. Likewise, they will not kill Evey until they have had time to use her to torture me."

Gordon could not argue, the man did have a point. "But to walk up to the door and present yourself."

"Ah," The mask tilted in that way Gordon despised. "That is where you come in my dear Dietrich. You did offer your assistance did you not?"

"I did." He answered slowly, absolutely certain he had just signed his own death warrant.

AN…sorry to have been away for some long and sorry this is short. Hopefully the gods will be with me and I can provide more soon.