31MAY2024

The thirty-something intercorporate metrics coordinator walked behind the office chair of his coworker. 
Softly, but clearly he said: “Barrage Obama.” This phrase said to indicate that he was in possession of some sort of evidence or recorded multimedia proof.
The promise of solving this conundrum produced a low sizzle of energy in the office. 
Then the next one. Soon, the Data Protection Officer, and the Directorate for format protection and meta reclaimition was at the end of a que to the green room (it was green) and a display monitor.
“What. When!” 
“Before college.”
“Barrage Obama,” said softly with reverence.
“Trump boxed. I heard he was so good.”
“Unironically.”
“Barack before college. In the islands! Was his father there.”
Shortly, when their demeaner was familar, each man arched his head toward the monitor display when, briefly, all entry, exits, egress routes, portals and HVACs were sealed by ten men. This took less than two minutes supplemented by a US PATRIOT “Kit C” breaching kit and never produced decibels of any sort over ambient noise in targeted chamber.
They were moving. Frames square and lean, boxes shoulder to hip.
The employees were killed. The function is  how a mafioso is in the trunk.. The offensive man drives the vehicle and never intends to open the trunk, ever. Unlike Goodfellas (1990) the defeated components realize sometimes late in the evening, upstairs and asleep, the man would never open this trunk. Never! The fog of war, as in who struck whom earning full exhaustion, or who readily panics, is then decided from process of elimination, clearing the senses of the confined and begining a process of full panic to its conclusion. The respitory systems begins a cycle from which the cardiological then central and finally parasympathetic nervous system collapses resulting in zero brain and dies.
The Confederated Data Conglomerate/Consolidated Data Consortium, does not read. Not via the internet, not fiction. Nor does their attorney. The first and last words are synonymous.