Mr Kritik, your days are numbered son; the primate sporting one of my cherished over-garments was one bridge too far. Now, with the status quo being as it is, I must of course a**ume that the Security Personnel within the Inner Circle of my Organisation have been compromised; how you quite managed to obtain access, extremely high-level access I might add, to my clandestine Command Centre has yet to be determined. Nonetheless Mr Kritik, I can promise you this: we WILL get to the bottom of it and we WILL find you. And when, not if, we do I will extract distinct pleasure from crushing you MYSELF. I have tasked my best people with this a**ignment and mark my words; there will be dire ramifications for any other A.G. Patrons implicated in this minor insurrection. This wanton pilfering of my apparel will go neither unchecked nor unpunished. We will swiftly apprehend all implicated suspetcs and their termination will serve as testimony to the ruthlessness, resolve and efficiency of our Organisation, excuse me Mr Kritik, but this is a Priority 1 call.........."Yes Number 2, what's your status?.........I see............Excellent work Number 2, keep me updated."......D'you sense that Mr Kritik? The walls closing around you? As we communicate, my people have already located your position via our G.P.S. capabilities. You have, at best, 4 minutes of life left; thereafter you WILL be terminated with extreme prejudice. If you peer out of your North-facing window at 2 o'clock you'll see a black Range Rover parked on the corner. At 9 o'clock you'll see a second Rover parked at the bottom of the street. Your most prudent course of action would be to surrender and pledge an Oath Of Allegiance to me. You will, of course, still die, but at least with some semblance of honour and dignity in tact. Murder without Mercy, Conquer without Compa**ion, Govern without Generosity, these are our watchwords Mr Kritik and many fine men have perished upholding them. Furthermore Mr Kritik, our Organisation has been in existence for over 3000 years, constantly redressing the imbalances of an imperfect World. Our motto Blood, Brotherhood, Death signals our utter dedication to duty. That, in essence, is the sound of inevitably Mr Kritik, any last words?
Regards,
Agent Smith.
N.B. Oh, apparently with the influx of new Home-Owners coupled with the Global Credit Crisis, Hell is somewhat tolerable this time of year..........
