Suddenly you are in total darkness. Brief thought about what hell is like enter your mind before you remember what you are doing. You look about and spot the only bit of light in the room. You walk over to the window. It's evening now but there's a full moon so the message scratched into the window is spelled out brightly on the floor. With a start you gaze on the altered message. There is a third line now...

Look to the heavens? What does it mean? Who was here?

After several moments of mind raking you switch on your flashlight and head for the elevator. As you walk you sweep the flashlight beam back and forth surveying the path ahead. When you get about fifteen feet from the elevator you notice the unmarked door in the corner.

It's an unmarked emergency exit.

You hold the light up the examine it and discover a key in the custom installed lock. You're thinking to yourself that it is, in fact, illegal to put locks on the inside of emergency exits. So, why is this here? Cautiously you push the door open and find yourself in an enclosed stairway. There you find what you are looking for.

The stairway leading up to the roof.

As you head up the staircase you notice a draft of cold air coming down. Reaching the top you are not altogether surprised to find the door to the roof wide open. You step outside. The full moon lights the entire city below you and from up here you can even make out a few stars in the night sky. You feel isolated for a moment then slowly the hairs on the back of your neck begin to stand up. You look around.

There he stands, on the other side of the rooftop. His bare skin is as pale as ivory in the moonlight and you could almost imagine that he is a marble statue standing there so still. You approach him and know despite the fact that he has cut his hair short and dyed it black. The one wing does tend to give it away.

He is wearing only pants. His torso and feet are bare. He makes no move even as you reach him and stop five feet away. He does speak though and his voice is dark like...

"Are you here to arrest me?"

It doesn't look good for him, you think to yourself and you hope to God that he's not here to jump.

"We just want know what happened to Doctor Savage. I'd appreciate it if you come willing to the station with me for questioning."

Mort looks away. His gaze settles on the city below.

"I'm sorry Detective."

"If you don't come willingly...I'm afraid I'll have to arrest you."

"No, detective. Not tonight."

You sigh and reach for your gun but, suddenly he is next to you and he has the barrel of a Glock 17 pressed against your temple.

"God Dammit!"

"No need for language. Please, hand over your fire arm."

You hand him your piece. He draws back and lowers his own gun. You turn to face him once again.

"You're just making things worse for yourself, Mort."

"Please detective. Call me Levi. I just want to talk...on my own terms."

"Fine, Levi, why don't you tell me what happened that night."

"Eventually... What is your name, detective?"

"I'm Agent Jerry, Matthew Jerry."

"Matthew...that is a good Christian name. Are you Christian, Matthew?"

You start to wonder now if he's going to kill you.

"My mother was a very religious. I'm afraid I never went that way though."

"Why not?"

You've dealt with guys like this before. A lot of people start thinking about god when they're scared...or insane.

"I guess I never really thought I needed that stuff. I mean life's complicated enough without having to add religion to it."

"Do you even believe in God?"

"Sure...I believe there's a God out there. I just don't think he really gives a shit about what's going on down here."

"And how do you come up with this philosophy, Matthew?"

"Well... the earth, life, the universe and all that...I figure it's all complicated enough there's got to be some ultimate being that's put it all together right. But, beyond that everything's just messed up. Good people die, bad people go free, and who ever has the most money controls the world."

"I see. How do you define good and bad people then?"

"Well, good people do good things...like helping others, following the rules, trying to making the world a better place. Bad people do bad things, like hurting others, breaking the rules and doing whatever the hell they want."

"According to your definition, are you a bad person or a good person?"

"I guess I would say I'm a good person."

"And how then do you try to make the world a better place, Matthew?"

"By putting as many bad people as I can behind bars."

"I see. Do you think I am a bad person?"

"I don't know. Are you?

"Well, I'm afraid I don't quite fall into either of your definitions"

"Did you kill Doctor Savage?"

"Do you think that I did?"

"I think it's possible yes."

"Have you ever killed a man, Matthew?"

"Yes, I've killed a few bad men."

"So, killing doesn't make you a bad person?"

"It depends on who you kill."

"And who decides who the right people to kill are?"

"The law of course."

"You mean, man's law"

"Well...yes"

Levi falls silent. A sudden gust of cold air surround you and you hunch our shoulders against the chill. You note that Levi seems unaffected by the cold despite the little clothing he has on.

"I see," he says finally.

He takes something out of his pocket and hold out his hand. You take the offered object and discover that it is a cell phone.

"I am going now, detective. I will leave your gun at the door. Keep the phone with you at all times. I will need to contact you again."

A moment later he is gone. You pick up you gun at the door and head home wondering why you let him go. As reach the drive way to your house, the cell phone rings. You answer and hear his voice once again.

"I was there, Matthew. That room was where I slept every night. I was there that night. I know the man who killed Doctor Savage. He calls himself Amanita Virosa. He was the doctors personal assassin."