Prologue

As I pulled into the expanse of ‘no man’s land’ between the tall and formidable gates, I couldn’t help but reflect on how they bore no fear to some humans in our society.

As the inside gate shut, and the guard walked over to check my paperwork, I noted he was a little nervous ... no, that’s not quite right, he was ‘cautious’ ... as he approached and spoke to me.

He was still polite. He still checked all inside my vehicle ... except for inside the ‘box’ ... and did his due dilligence. But he was what I like to call ‘spooky’ about the whole affair.

Of course he knew me, and my vehicle, and what was in the box, and what I had been there for. But the idea that I was who I was still ‘spooked’ the guys a little.

And who could blame them? It’s not every day the ‘Angel of Death’ (as everyone in this place called me) just rolled through your gates in a long black Hearse.

I guess it is true ... Nobody really likes the Executioner.

I arrive at the State prison. I start the IV’s at the prescribed time. I wait impatiently until the decreed hour, then push the drugs and send them to hell.

After, I load the genetic waste into my hearse and haul it to the State Capitol to the Medical Examiner’s office for processing.

Sometimes I stop for a big steak dinner on the way. The hopefully rotting corpse out in the parking lot waiting for me to celebrate the end of its existence on this planet.

You may visualize my persona and job as that of Justice, but I am also so very much more than that.

I am Retribution. I am Vengeance.

And for those who find themselves on my agenda, there is no escape.