• Who was that man walking down that street?
    His name was John.
    John was a man of few words. His wife had described him as charming, and the workers at the office thought of him as a "nice, quiet guy", and his kids called him, "Daddy!" But John looked like he was walking fast to a man out on the street.
    The night was a cold one. The bitter frost chipped away at John's green scarf. He had told his kids stories of seeing people trapped under lakes, their bodies frozen. John assured himselft that they were just silly stories.
    The thought of being caught by the police made John anxious. He quickly turned a corner and saw a policeman. John fell into the safety of the shadows and....
    Johnathan Anderson took out a knife.
    As a child, John's coach had told his father he was good with a baseball. John, silently, threw the knife at the policeman. The policeman went down, and with a thud, too. The snowflakes started to coat the body and cover up the scene.
    John ran into the night. And then he took out a cell phone. He dialed a number, and spoke.
    "It's done."
    An hour in the past, John had assassinated a high ranking man, a General Cox, of the New Republic of the U.S.A. The body had been found by a lowly janitor.
    Back in the present, John's hand reached into his pocket. He took out a device that looked like a remote control. He clicked a button, and, 30 miles away, in the high ranking General Cox's office, a package that was carefully hidden in a book exploded.
    In the daytime, He is known as Johnathan Anderson, loving husband and father. But at night, He is known as the merciless, cold-hearted Molotov.