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    Capo de Tutti Capi


    I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
    Shining steel tempered in the fire
    Will chop you down like an old dead tree
    Dirty old town
    Dirty old town
    Ewan McCall -- 1985



    Fatlington, New Jersey wasn’t humming with energy or buzzing with excitement, it just was. The thick gray clouds of the slow, drenching Nor’easter that had played such havoc with the causeways still loomed over the town – and everyone’s mood – and would for days to come. People struggled to get to work through partly flooded intersections, flinching from the cold and the misting sleet – Aqualung would have a hard night -- as they went and looking forward to a warm summer on the white sand beaches of the town. For some, this hope would be in vain.

    This time, Fatlington wasn’t just suffering from the Nor’easter, it was virtually cut off from the mainland. Both causeways were partly washed out, the seas were too rough for boats to sail safely, and most of the phone lines were down. For a few days or weeks, the small gritty city – old factories, old wharves, a few white beaches and tourist bungalows – was on its own. Most folks would simply have to cope – but the leaders of Fatlington would try to do something. Civic virtue? Perhaps, or perhaps it was simply that…


    “… our backs are against the wall, here, people!”

    Chief Seamus Fermanagh didn’t shout much – not his style – so this time it got their attention.

    “You 57 are the movers and shakers of this town. YOU are gonna have to make things happen. Saints preserve us, my officers and I are barely able to handle the problems with the streets, helping the guard with the Marinas, and keeping a lid on one whopper of a riot. I don’t like this any more than the rest of you…

    “But a committee of vigilance! That’s Barbaric! I will not counsel it!

    Mithradites stood to leave.

    Farewell and good luck to you then…But I agree with Hizzoner TosaInu that this may be our only hope.

    Mithradites walked quietly out.“Well now, anyone else after joinin’ him?”

    Seamus looked around the room slowly, trying to meet every eye in turn. 56 pairs made for a goodly number of stares. < Sa and I’d not be wantin’ to play poker with this crew> he thought.

    “Fair ‘nough. You are our civic leaders, you will be responsible for putting Mayor Tosa’s plan for martial law into action. Your first task will be to select a Director of the Committee of Public Vigilance. That Director will run what will be – effectively – lynchings so that you can weed out the threat to our town while I and my officers try to keep the mob quiet.”

    Seamus paused.

    “As a reminder now, we have collected evidence that both causeways were sabotaged – they were set up to wash in the first big storm tide -- and that none of the phone lines on the raised poles made it through the storm. We’ve had a rash of killings lately, killings we now suspect are not random. Some of our sources locally, as well as with the Bureau, have suggested that we’re in for a lot of trouble. Based on this, Tosa declared martial law and imposed the use of this committee of vigilance as a counter to a threat we’ve only recently confirmed. At least one major crime gang – perhaps more – is going to make their play for control of Fatlington. Sadly, what evidence we have suggests that those responsible have to be in this room.”

    “It may not be elegant – hell, it’s barely legal if that – but this committee of vigilance may be our only hope. Find the ones responsible and bring them to justice. We’ll meet here each morning and evening to go over the lynch voting and update you on the situation. I’ll even spare 3 or 4 of my micks…officers… to chaperone your director. Time to get started.”

    Seamus stared bleakly off into the distance past them, past the confines of the room…

    “Good luck,” he whispered, “and may God have mercy on our souls.”


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