As syst got into his car he set his gps to chicago, put on some music and started driving. One hand on his forehead and one on his steering wheel he rolled through cities a bit frustrated. He had his doubts/regrets about this sort of work and wouldn't be doing it if he wasn't forced to. He cleared his thoughts as he turned off his car and headed into the aging apartment building in one of the bad areas of chicago. Turncoat had been the first target Systematic had approached on the list, but when he approached him he found killing him as pointless and unnecessary. In the following years the man's insomnia had worsened severly, keeping him up for months at a time leaving him constantly delirious and from the looks of it bordering on insanity. Syst thought about the first time he pointed a gun at him and he just began scribbling and muttering random phrases and partial equations on pieces of paper. Throughout the years TC had kept an intricate data storage of members on the forum and through methods entirely unknown and not comprehended by Syst, he could pinpoint exactly where they were at. Syst made the decision a while ago that he'd kill TC last if even at all.
Systematic turned the door knob and inside was TC sitting at a computer desk typing madly, the writing on the screen consisted of partial, incomplete sentences and even numbers mixed in between words. Looking around the walls were aging and covered with notes in a similar fashion
"Got any leads for me yet?" Systematic asked humorously. TC got up and started pacing the room giving incomplete sentences in a quiet, fast paced tone. Systematic looked at the computer screen and from what he could decipher it seemed he had tracked a couple people from the forum. In the following years it seems Edvard had gotten some recognition fighting and had a pay per view fight coming up soon. "I might as well head there next" Systematic said to TC. From the other information he struggled to understand it seemed Aurora had become a successful actress, Daniella had been married now divorced from some neurologist. "I'll read up on this sometime later, got anything on who wrote the list?" TC paced back and clutching his head with one hand. "I'll take that as a no. We'll find whoever it is eventually." With that Systematic left the apartment, he had a flight to catch.
He boarded the plane on route to Scandinavia and when he landed bought the tickets for the fight. It was mid winter and the place was frigid, it seemed the 11-2 ed was going up against a notorious hard hitting black guy who was 22-5. "Should be a good one" Syst thought to himself as he got into the arena. The place was crowded, but Syst sat far in the raised up, back portion of the stadium. The black guy was already out in the ring, Ed made his entrance to some Nordic rock and the match began. What started and seemed like an even matchup turned to Ed knocking the guy out at almost every round, the black guy got up everytime and by round 6 people were betting on a TKO. At the end of round 7 they both retreated to the locker rooms, as they both had every round. The balck guy returned in the ring, showing obvious signs of fatigue and weariness, waiting for the next round. The crowd was getting impatient and louder the longer they had to wait for Ed to come out. 10 minutes passed before the referee came out and declared Edvard couldnt be found and lost by DQ. Systematic got up and sent a text to TC "Looks like somebody got to him first" before leaving the fight.
Since he was in the area, TC went ahead and forwarded him Mika's location who wasnt very far away. Systematic drove there, parked across the street and surveyed the home. It was almost midnight, and he could barely make out the features of the big, obviously expensive house. Syst texted TC "there's only one car in the driveway, is that going to change anytime soon?" with that TC sent an unlabeled time schedule. Syst had about 3 hours, which was plenty to get everything done. He adjusted his tie, rolled up the sleeves on his collared white shirt, slipped his ski mask on and screwed the silencer onto his beretta before heading towards the house.
He approached the back door cautiously, crouched he turned the door knob. "Unlocked, hmph" he thought to himself as he opened it slowly. Crouched and creeping in between corners he could hear the shower running. As he rounded the corner he saw the door to the bathroom open, steam pouring out of it and through the warped glass he could see a silhoutte. He positioned himself directly to the side of the bathroom door, a couple feet away. The water had stopped and syst could hear each foot stepping out of the tub, eventually mika walked into the doorway of the bathroom, from what he could see still wrapped in a white towel. She paused for a second and it was at this time Systematic raised his pistol, lined the front sight post up and fired two shots at her hips. The two rounds shattered her pelvis, leaving her screaming on the floor and her towel red from blood. Systematic stood up and turned on the room's light. "Syyyyst" she said in a whining manner as he approached her. Systematic wasn't going to waste anymore time than he had to, he put the barrel to her head. At first she started to panic before regaining her composure, running her hand up Systematic's leg "You know, there are other ways to work this out" Systematic bent down to her level, stared at her for a second and muttered "you're obviously not in enough pain" before pushing the pistol into her entry wounds. She screamed and broke down once she realized there wasn't any escape for her. Systematic let off the pressure and asked her curtly "where's the brat" before she could mouth out no a baby's cry could be heard from a nearby room. Syst got up, went to the room and returned to mika holding her newborn in a caring fashion. More inaudible screeches and crying came from her as she bled more and more. Each one growing subsequently quieter as she lost the strength to scream. Syst walked over to the dryer across from mika, opened it and set the child inside and set the cycle to permanent press. She held her hand out and in a low toned whine uttered another "Nooo" before sobbing some more. Systematic looked at the running dryer "yeah you're right, I forgot the fabric softener" crying could be heard faintly but after 4-5 tumbles it ceased with faint traces of blood running from the dryer door. Syst left mika to bleed out and searched for her computer. Once found he raked it for possible information on the list maker and anyone on the list, what he found was an unnumerable amount of saved cybering attempts and some compliments she kept. Nothing of use, he set off from the house. As he walked out to the car he pulled out the list and scratched yet another name off.