[ WP ] The hero beats the villain by stooping even lower .

I am tired. 
 
 Truly I am exhausted. I am spent. 
 
 I am wiped, I am done, I am at my breaking point. 
 
 Countless nights of watching these people. Countless nights of protecting them from theirselves, whether it be from a corrupt police officer or a scumbag crack head. A stereotypical thug, a mentally disturbed man, it did n't matter. This is not what tires me. 
 
 The human race progress and regresses as a society; in classes and location. One day the city drops in crime. Things seem peaceful and everything is going your way. One day that can change. 
 
 That day is today. The city had been seeing a decrease in criminal activity, particularly gang related activity. I had been doing my best with my partner as we worked on the force together. We protected people, upheld their rights... shielded them from those whose desire is to bring them harm. Namely, the Chief of Police. 
 
 We operated covertly. He could not know that those who oppose him, were of his own. We worked long nights, long days, long weeks, long months and long years. We were grinding away and it paid off. We busted a major crime boss, Klein Stiglitz. He was incarcerated and jailed until his trial. His syndicate screeched to a halt. The body had lost its head and it knew not where to direct it's step. 
 
 My partner died last week, through no result of criminal activity. He was hit by a bus when that metallic monstrosities brakes failed and drove straight through the intersection and into his car. 
 
 I mourn for his passing, but I do believe that if he saw what happened today, he would rather he be dead. 
 
 Years of work, gone. 
 
 Sacrifice. It was all gone. 
 
 The evidence to be presented to the grand jury to indict this man had mysteriously disappeared. Tapes had been tampered with, video recordings missing, pictures gone. All that had remained was the one thing I had kept to myself. 
 
 The Chief had a mistress. Through his mistress he communicated with the man we worked so hard to convict. Klein's wife would drop her children off with their grandparents when she was busy. The Chief's mistress was the grandparents granddaughter. When she dropped the kids off, she would drop off a package for the Chief. His mistress would deliver the package to the Chief. We never knew what was in the package. We intercepted it one day. 
 
 Ledgers. Numbers. Bank accounts. Contacts, phone numbers, transactions and more. Stiglitz was working with the Chief. Paying him off, to let his operation continue. This operation that killed so many people, that endangered the lives of many and increased the fear of ordinary citizens. 
 
 When we arrested Stiglitz, we did not present evidence to convict the chief as well. We anticipated this, so when all the evidence went missing or was considered invalid, I knew I had my last card. 
 
 My contingency plan. 
 
 I submitted the evidence. The evidence was dismissed. As was I. It was n't admissible in court because of how it was obtained. 
 
 That's when I looked at my life and I saw that upholding the law only had its temporary benefits. Society can progress and regress itself. It was beginning to regress itself again. 
 
 I am tired. 
 
 Two days after Stiglitz was released, I followed him back to his house. I tracked his car and from there he made a trip upstate to the country. Three hours of driving and he arrived at his destination. A heavily guarded, fenced off estate. It was a rather late property and I did n't even have to guess who it belonged to. 
 
 I situated myself on the eastern side of this compound and wait for the night to fall. When the sun would rise, I would finally have some closure. My life's work would n't be meaningless. 
 
 With my suit made of leaves and ferns, I blended into the night perfectly. I loaded up my suppressed.22 Rifle with my subsonic ammunition. I had wrapped and tucker taped wall insulation all around this rifle. Stealth was key. My only drawback was I had to make any shots within roughly 100 yards. This ammo was designed for small game hunting. If my aim was true though, I could make it work. 
 
 Two guards on patrol. I waited for them to walk by me, only a 100 yards away. The first one I shot in the back of the neck. He fell immediately, which prompted his partner to attend to him immediately. He did n't hear my bullet. He dropped. 
 
 I grabbed their card keys and scaled the fence. Once inside the property gates, I made my way to the backside of the house. I encountered 3 guards, 3 that I put to sleep. 
 
 I could see my targets. The Chief and Stiglitz. Together they laughed and drank. I'd imagine they were rejoicing and laughing at my attempts to convict the both of them. 
 
 I knew I could n't just enter the house. It seemed that they were the only ones in there, but I was proven wrong as I saw the guards make their rounds around the house. So I cut the power to the house, by switching the breakers off and then on again. That prompted a guard to come check the breaker box. As he came to check the box, I put him to sleep. Using his radio I assured the rest of the guards that situation was under control. I took his toque that he was wearing and I entered the house. I could n't kill everyone but I could get them and make an escape. 
 
 I slowly made my over through the house and I saw them. Sitting down and talking, enjoying themselves, discussing what else they would do. I stayed back and out of sight. That's when the Chief made his move. You can only drink so much before you need to use the bathroom. He left the room and Stiglitz attended to his phone. I shot him. His head slumped back and his body went limp. Not a sound came from his body and only a sharp tick came from the hammer striking my bullet. 
 
 The normal me would have tried to bring him to justice first. He would need to stand trial and society could deem him his punishment. But I did n't care. I was tired. 
 
 The Chief returned and I was just standing there, rifle raised, scope zeroed in on the corrupt brain of his. He looked at me and tried to give me this speech on honor and how this would go against everything I worked for. I did n't care. 
 
 I was tired. 
 
 
 

