[ WP ] One by one , all world leaders and important political and religious leaders begin mysteriously dying . What happens ?

The submarine `` Horatio'' was approximately 173 meters in length, front to end. Nuclear powered and undetectable by modern sonar, the Horatio could travel at high speeds, even up to 50 knots in some cases. It was the most advanced underwater craft in existence and was currently stationed off the coast of Venezuela. The Horatio was harboring a secret though, a deadly secret. The secret was called, `` Visser. Dr. Daan Visser.'' 
 
 For the past five months, eighteen assassination attempts were carried out against major heads of states and religious leaders. Fourteen of which were successful. What was most peculiar about the deaths was the mysterious nature of it all. The Pope choking on his dinner, the new Libyan head of state falling off his palace ledge. It was too much of a coincidence for the intelligence firms all over the world to believe was mere chance. Marc was sent by his private agency, along with every other intelligence officer from Los Angeles to Istanbul to find out the truth of the events, and if need be, put a stop to it. 
 
 His search led him here, sitting in finely lit and decorated salon of animal furs, mahogany furniture, and richly bound books on the shelves that lined the walls. From its appearance, one could easily mistake the room for a gentleman's study, but this study was resting on the ocean floor of the Caribbean and its main piece of attraction was sitting across from Marc. 
 `` I hope you do n't think me a barbaric man Mr. Marc,'' said Visser coldly. `` I only hope that for your sake, you do not think this.'' 
 
 Marc studied him for a moment. `` Visser's English was impeccable,'' thought Marc. `` Probably studied in college in America or England while receiving his doctorate, or perhaps it was so common to speak English in Holland that the fine tunings required little to no extra work. In either case this man has a certain detachment about him, a killer instinct about him. I best be careful.'' 
 `` Dr. Visser, if you are planning on killing me, then perhaps we could at least have something to drink in the meantime. The worry of death makes me crave something with a little kick to it.'' 
 Dr. Visser raised his eyebrows. `` I could of had my men shoot you on dry land and even now one shout to the guards outside and you will be dead before I can even say your name. But of course! We shall have some of my personal stock.'' 
 
 Dr. Visser stood up with an electric jolt that was uncommon for men of his age and walked over to a globe in the corner near one of the bookshelves. He opened the globe to reveal a miniature bar set on the inside. 
 
 `` Scotch?'' Dr. Visser asked as examined both glasses with an intense gaze. 
 
 `` Naturally. And no ice, keep it neat.'' 
 
 `` Surely, whatever you'd like.'' 
 
 After pouring, he walked over and handed the half filled scotch glass to Marc. Then he returned to his original repose and sighed heavily. 
 
 `` Let us get down to business,'' he said with a tone that Marc assumed was tiredness. 
 
 `` Very well. Firstly, let me say that the assassinations need to stop. You and your organization should cease all activities and admit before an International court that it was you who were responsible.'' 
 
 `` And why should I do that?'' chuckled Dr. Visser. 
 
 `` Because you ca n't kill everyone and even if you did, do n't you think someone new will just keep popping up?'' 
 
 `` Ah! But you miss th point Mr. Marc. The point is not the death, it is-'' 
 A pause. Dr. Visser looked dead straight into Marc's eyes and with his left fist he hit into his right open palm and said in a firm voice, `` the message.'' 
 
 `` What message is that?'' asked Marc in a curious voice, before taking a sip of the scotch. 
 
 `` That authority has no meaning in this modern time. Call it anarchy or whatever you want, but the people Mr. Marc.'' 
 He trailed off again, as if he was thinking of something in his mind. Then continued, `` The people have the power and I am showcasing that fact.'' 
 
 `` Listen to me Dr., the only thing you are showcasing is making a damn bloody mess of the world and the people are more worried about threats of terrorism and lack of leadership then your idealistic ambitions.'' 
 
 `` You do n't know!'' yelled Dr. Visser at Marc. 
 There was a pause in the conversation after the bout. A tenseness could felt between the two men, as if you could take a knife and cut into the air. Dr. Visser, now relaxed from his quick release of frustration, reclined back into his chair and whispered, `` but you shall see. Yes you shall see.'' 
 
 Marc put the scotch down and stood up. `` The only thing I see is an old fool playing with world structure as a kid plays with chess pieces. I very well could kill you myself right now.'' 
 
 At that moment, the submarine jolted. Marc lost his composure and faltered to one side, grasping the arm of the chair he was sitting on. Dr. Visser sat motionless, unfazed by the sudden movement of the massive submarine. 
 
 `` What you fail to realize Mr. Marc, is that there is more to this submarine then what meets the eye. Now you will understand what happens when you give the people power. Now, we go to the surface. Now, I show you what this nuclear submarine is really capable of.'' 
 Dr. Visser cracked a tight smile and sipped on his scotch. Then he said in a cool and confident voice, `` Do you really think that all those people I had killed were even really controlling things. Do n't you see that it is all just a masquerade? Only a few people in this world control things and I, Dr. Visser am about to reveal to you and the world this disgusting reality.'' He smiled again and the submarine gave another jolt. 
 
 
 EDIT: Let me know if i should continue with this idea or not.
