Code of Honor

Glad you could make it.

Yeah, well, if you have what you say you have,

boss'll do more business.

First show me the money,

then we can talk business.

Clean, and uncut.

Straight from the source.

This man here is in charge of FDA approval.

I usually prefer ecstasy, but...

I'm an equal opportunity kind of guy.

We're under attack!

Shit.

Over a dozen gang members are dead

in what can only be described as a massacre.

Early reports indicate that several of the victims were wanted

in connection with a variety of other violent crimes throughout the city.

Now if you take a look behind me here,

you can see that most of them...

Morning, Captain.

With all this media circus, is it?

What the hell happened here?

- Drug deal gone wrong? - Very wrong.

They forgot to take the drugs.

Think Vincent Romano is behind this?

Isn't he behind everything?

So, who are the victims today?

It's a mess.

Buddy's laying over here and what's left of the First Streeters,

which, as you know, up until last night

were the most vicious, violent gang in the city,

responsible for more rapes and murders than your average Third World army.

Over here, we've got the remains of the Whiteboys,

white supremacist version of the First Streeters,

only these guys got cash and mob ties to back 'em up.

All the upstanding citizens of society.

Yeah, most of them were shot. One was blown up.

One got a knife to the throat.

Whatever happened here, somebody walked away with a lot of money.

Not exactly, sir.

How much is in there?

Enough to say that someone is very unhappy.

Smoking cigars now.

And I thought he was perfect.

Put your hands on your head and turn around real slow.

Let me guess,

you're pointing a standard police-issue nine millimeter Glock at me?

Holds 15 rounds in the mag,

16 if you count the one that's not in the chamber.

It's nothing any run-of-the-mill Kevlar vest wouldn't stop.

The irony is, your academy training has you pointing at my torso,

not my head.

Last chance.

Relax, Detective, I'm on your side.

It is Detective, isn't it?

I'm just assuming the patrol officer would have some sort of age requirement.

Who are you?

Special Agent William Porter.

I'm also gonna take a gamble that that Glock isn't gonna

shoot me before I can show you my ID.

Fuck!

What are you doing here anyway? This isn't a federal case.

He's using this rooftop as a staging ground.

Tell me, which him?

You'd need a small army to take out these two gangs.

You know, I'm thinking several guys with machine guns?

A couple of knife men in the alley,

bomber to take out the Mercedes,

spotter or two on the roof, so come on, tell me, how many hims?

It's just one.

What happened to the drugs?

Where's the money, Ex?

I... I don't know.

I need to see a doctor!

You're gonna keep on bleeding until we understand what happened here.

Mr. Romano isn't very happy.

Who did this?

I didn't see any faces.

They were everywhere, they were all around us.

Who would do this to you?

Get rid of him.

Who would do this to us?

There's no other cartel strong enough to pull this off.

Good evening. Recent crimes rates in our city

are increasing with such rapid momentum

that citizens are looking to our political leaders for answers.

News Channel Four's very own, Michelle Gibson,

contacted Mayor Randolph's office for comment,

however, it appears that Mayor Randolph's active campaign for governor,

seems to be the only thing on his agenda,

other than defending numerous accusations of infidelity.

As of this time, the mayor has declined to comment

or return our calls. Erin?

Erin, we have breaking news from the old missile silo on the edge of town.

Reports are coming in that a violent, yet selective assassination

of known gang members and drug dealers occurred last night.

What we know at this time is that several cars were riddled with bullets

and one vehicle exploded with such devastation

that its make has yet to be identified.

Moreover the crime scene is littered with corpses

and body parts so mutilated and scattered,

that the police have yet to establish an accurate body count.

Our city's Police Captain Connely and several detectives are on the scene.

Additionally, our Channel Four News copter has been in the air all morning.

We will bring you updated details as they become available.

How bad is he?

Oh, poor baby.

Tell him Mommy will be there as soon as she can.

Get your pants off, Keri.

You're on next.

Thank you.

Hey, Natasha?

Hi, Keri. What's going on?

My son got sick at school.

Can you cover for me?

Of course.

Tell the little guy I hope he feels better.

Thank you. You're a life-saver.

What do you want me to tell Jack?

They'll be only two of us until the shift change.

I know, I'm sorry.

Tell him... I'll be back as soon as I can.

Oh, and the scary guy in the back isn't tipping.

What does he look like?

I don't know, I didn't get a good look at him.

Well, he hasn't seen me yet.

Good evening. Not even 24 hours has passed

and we find our Channel Four News team back on scene

where yet another atrocity has besieged our town.

- Eric? - Thank you, Erin.

Breaking news, Channel Four is on the scene

at The Snake Eyes Strip Club.

We are hearing that an apparent bomb or other incendiary device

has annihilated this building.

Bomb squad officials report that only a military-grade bomb

could cause a destruction of this magnitude.

And it is assumed to have been remotely detonated.

The question remains,

Who would be capable of getting a hold of such a device?

Raise it up. There you go.

More to the left.

Here you go, miss.

Did you find any other bodies inside?

This is Jerry Simon coming to you live

from the charred remains of The Snake Eyes Strip Club.

It seems that our fair city, which just last night played host

to the bloody massacre of two of our most violent street gangs,

must now bear witness to the fiery destruction

of its most notorious strip club.

Girls said they were the only dancers in the club at the time.

Luckily it was between shifts.

They see anything?

No, they were in the dressing room.

That building was filled with weapons and ammunition.

There's gonna be a lot of dead in there.

The First Streeters, the Whiteboys, now The Snake Eyes Club.

Are we looking for someone to arrest or to thank, Rodriguez?

Captain's been to more crime scenes today

than he has all year.

You can say that again.

Well, it looks like somebody turned off the alarm over the emergency exit.

Not that it would've mattered.

Fire boys are telling me they're pretty sure it was a bomb.

Destroyed everything but the dressing room.

That's some serious precision bombing.

So, what are the chances this is connected to last night?

Yeah, I'd say "pretty good".

Excuse me. Oh, my God...

Miss! Miss, you have to stay back.

I was just here.

You have to stay back.

Excuse me, miss?

- What is your name? - Who are you?

My name is William Porter, I'm a federal agent.

Did you work here today?

- Who said I work here? - Come on.

I assume you didn't come all the way down here in those shoes to go jogging.

I was just here a few hours ago.

It was the scary guy in the back, wasn't it?

You saw someone? Did you see his face?

No.

Come on.

Agent Porter, what can I do for you?

Well, you might want to talk to her.

She was here earlier today.

It's him.

Hey!

What the hell's going on, man?

Who were you chasing?

His name is Colonel Robert Sikes.

He's a commander of one of the Special Forces' most elite units.

His service record is impeccable.

Skills at hand-to-hand combat,

weapons, firearms, explosives is... it's unmatched.

He's trained to blend in to any city, any terrain.

And he's using those skills and that training

to go after gangs, or drug dealers,

or anyone who, in his mind,

is threatening the moral fabric and well-being of this country.

A vigilante.

He's more than that, Captain.