With the soft creaks of the floor as her alarm clock, Summer Armstrong woke up to the smell of pancakes and eggs. She knew it was her partner Sharon Rose making such a wonderful breakfast. Summer crawled out of bed, wearing nothing but her ex's shirt she doesn't talk about and went to the bathroom. After pissing, she walked up to the mirror and began washing her face and brushing her teeth. With her olive skin, her head was freshly shaved by choice and dyed blonde. She gets looks about it, but she's a journalist, not an on camera reporter. Her eyes were a nice shade of hazel, popping out. There was a hoop piercing on Summer's right ear she never took off. Walking out, she saw Sharon, in boxers and an old Knicks shirt, humming as she was washing the dishes. Sharon was a bit darker, with long curly hair and brown eyes summer could fall in love with. For now, at least.
Summer walked over and smacked Sharon's ass making her yelp and playfully hit Summer back. "Hey! You asshole."
"What," Summer said, laughing as she covered from the hits. "It was right there."
"Whatever, sit down perv. Food's getting cold." As the two sat to eat, Sharon spoke up again. "So, how's work? Must be exciting with a serial killer going around."
"Eh," Summer said, shrugging while she ate. "I mean sure, he would technically be a serial killer. But the trend is something more of a vigilante. Look at all the people he killed. Robert Jones, Tony Ross, Teruya Isao. Know what they have in common?"
"They're criminals, right?" Sharon answered.
"Excatly. They're all criminals, or tied to some crime family. Even Quinn I heard rumors he was tied with the Yakuza. But I'm missing something. Who are all they working for?"
Sharon leaned in, interested. "I mean I'm no detective. You're the closest one to that. I'm sure you heard rumors."
"Lars Rossi, Vinny Conti, all the usual names. Vinny isn't that powerful. And Rossi? Hard sell."
"How so? I thought Rossi owned a construction business."
"He does, but it's an open secret he's doing a lot more. I'm like… 48% sure he's the boss. But I can't prove anything. Maybe UV is trying to find the same answers I am."
"What does UV even stand for?" Sharon asked next.
Summer shrugged. "I dunno… Ultimate Vengeance? Usurp Victory? Who fucking knows."
"Hm…" Sharon hummed thinking out loud. She finished her food by then. "You got a lot on your plate and more to figure out. I don't envy you."
Summer laughed weakly. "I broke a lot of cases before the cops. I'm good at getting answers. My priority is finding out who is UV and what are his intentions."
Sharon got up and kissed Summer on the forehead. "Well good luck. I gotta get to work."
Summer followed and got dressed, wearing a cheap pink button up, black tie, and khaki slacks. She took the taxi to work, which was New York Minute News, usually nicknamed The Minute. It wasn't The Times or The Post, but people trusted their news, with people like Summer gaining a reputation as an honest, real journalist and excellent writer. Getting to work, she hurried to her office, where on the wall she had all the grainy images of UV pinned. She studied them all day, trying to see any unique marker. Anything. The staring session was interrupted by her boss, Scott Foster. Scott was in his mid-forties, gaining a reputation as a man who desired the truth, better or worse.
Scott knocked and entered the door. "Am I interrupting something important?"
Summer rolled her eyes. "Ha Ha. I'm just stumped."
"I put you on this for a reason, Summer," Scott said as he approached her. "You're the best I got, and this is a tough nut to crack."
"Nobody's talking, no trees to shake. I just have to react and hope UV can slip up."
"That may not be the case."
Summer was going to ask why, but Scott answered her question, handing her a disc labeled with Summer's name. Next to it had UV's tag on it. "Holy shit…" She noticed it had a note too.
To Summer Armstrong,
I hope this finds you well. To cut to the chase, this is a video I want you to play when you submit this story. It's audio only. You are the only one I trust with this, as I read your work and enjoyed the honesty. The Minute is perfect for such a reveal. Enjoy.
-UV.
Summer looked with shock and ran to her disc player, putting it in. It began playing, as Summer started taking notes. Scott listened in as well.
Hello, world. I am Ultravolence. I am the man who killed those drug dealers in the alley. I was the one who raided that house and killed those gang members. I am the one who killed that Yakuza member. And I am the one who killed Quinn Holden. Quinn was a criminal who worked with many thugs. He worked under Lars Rossi. Lars Rossi is not a good man. He is a criminal. And I will not stop until I expose him for the criminal he is, and kill him, ridding this city of the garbage once and for all. I am not a hero. I am not a good person. I am simply a man who has had enough. I've been pushed too far. This will be over soon, New York.