TCOH was formed as soon as the Great War had ended. Headquarter in a broken building in NewYork. The three men met in secrecy. They mostly sat in chairs and stared outside the windows, most days. When there was crime, they ran out together extinguishing it in a second. It was mostly robbery cases, harassing young women and officers taking bribe. The policemen were the most hust by these vigilantes of the 50's. They knew of Hale and Strum, but could not point out who Blitz was. Nor could they pinpoint the location from where they operated.
We need to know where they operate from, said the commissioner. They are making us look bad, added the deputy. The ill tempered commissioner caught the deputy and choked him, and threw him to the side. Making us look bad, he said and scoffed. You are not doing your job, he said to the deputy. Sir, came a detective and handed him a document. There is a large nazi presence growing here in New York, right here in Manhattan. Juanfrang Kook, said the Commisioner as he raised his eyebrows. Yes sir, It is Kook. We have reports that he is planning to blow up important buildings, said the detective. Round up possible suspects, he said to the Detective and took hold of the documents. Find the Council of heroes, he said to the deputy. We need their help, he said to him. Yes Commisiner, said the detective and dusted his clothes off the dust. And where is my coffee? he asked and looked around.
Junafrang kook,
History has kept reminding us of the vicious cycle that we keep finding ourselves. That gun violence, famine and earthquakes are part of our past, present and the future. Murders, Deaths and massacres are a ritual that we need to keep committing in order to keep the balance of the world. He looked outside the window, prosperity! he commented. Half the world boils and these people have the audacity to live in such luxuires, he scoffed. Christoph, he called for. Let us hurry, he said. I want to see this place turn to ash. Yes sir, said Christoph and hurried down to the basement. He looked at the time, and walked around anxious. Juanfrang was always in a hurry, agitated. He was in a hurry to do as much evil as he can, as fast as he can. He was swearing profusely, as the needle in his watch ticked slower and slower.
Tick, tick, tick, the bomb was placed in a uprise in broadway street. No one knew that the bomb had been placed except the nazis. The people in the building went about their days as they normally would. Talking over the phone, eating lunch and so on and so forth. Juanfrang Kook peered at the building through the glass of the cafe he was seated in.
Anything else? the waitress asked him. He smiled and nodded implying he did not want anything more. He looked at his watch once more and looked outside the window. Bam! the building blew into flames. He put a few dollars on the table as the people in the cafe ran for cover. He walked outside saw the damage that was done and store back him with his suitcase. As he walked back, he saw the faces of these people. They were scared. Kook smelt the fear in the air and rejoiced. A few police cars rode past him and he smiled at the officers. No one looked at him as the siren blasted its way across. Firemen rushed and tried to salvage the situation.
"In the wrong end of a blackhole, i swayed into the abyss. A never ending nightmare." sang Kook as he walked far away from the damage.