I arrived at Mr Deathproof’s office. Before knocking, he ordered me to enter. I stumbled through his office door into a cold, dark, gloomy, uncomfortable room in which the was thick with moisture making it difficult to breath and adding to the unpleasantness of the room. I wondered why the head of a powerful (so I’m told) organisation would live in such an uncomfortable fashion.

“You’re wondering why my office is so uncomfortable aren’t you?” He said confidently.

“Yeah, uh, why is it?” I replied offset by his accurate assumption.

“Well, you see, in our organisation, and indeed, our line of work, we must learn to be comfortable in all conditions but under no circumstances relaxed! This is as relaxed as I can allow myself to get even as the head of an impenetrable headquarters which no enemy even knows exists never mind knowing where it is.”

“What enemies?” I inquired with a voice full of hope, thinking that I could contact the organisation’s enemies for help.

“Never interrupt me!!” Whipping me across the face, a punishment I had unfortunately become used to, screaming with a voice so full of rage I couldn’t begin to gather the breath to respond. “I will explain to you that which you need to know as and when you need to know it, understood?!” A sense of rage still present in his voice, “We operate with strict discipline. You see, without discipline we revert to mere mortality, the army that wins is, as history tells, the more disciplined army under the supreme leader – In unique occurrences it has been the better equipped army. We, however, are almost both, we maintain a perfect discipline and we are in the process of equipping our forces with the finest, most reliable and efficient weaponry conceivable. You’ve heard of the Vici family, correct?”

“Yeah.” I responded intrigued by where this was going.

“Good, so you already know a major component in our income, the so called “crime syndicate” that supposedly terrorises communities all over the world. That is complete crap! We do not terrorise people, we see it as a superior justice. We punish those who have wronged us or someone who wishes to pay for there execution. We steal from the people who exploit the poor, sort of like a real-life Robin Hood except we keep the money and use it in a way far superior to the ways the poor would utilise it. We use it to expand our empire. You’ll learn more as you prove your loyalty.” He said aware that he was verging on sharing too much information with me.