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Task 3

Bon Jovi - Have a Nice Day.

Billy Joel -  We didn’t start the fire.

Nickleback-  If today was your last day.

Queen - Another One Bites the Dust.

Imagine Dragons - Radio active.

Imagine Dragons - Demons.

Explanation:

While at first, everything on the list my appear random, Demyan likes songs that have a good beat and sometimes a good base to them. Bases are really good at hiding someone tortured screams. 

Additionally, some of these songs can be seen as a challenge to authority or to flip someone off. Demyan has never been good at dealing with bosses, he is more of a solo person hence why he lives two separate lives and the one thing that both of these lives have in common is that he answered to no hire power. These songs, like his life, answer to no one.

If these songs arn’t telling someone to F*** off then they give an inside to how splintered his life is. Living two separate lives and the struggle to keep them away from each other is sometimes a real thing.

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Task 2 Fire

Demyan walked down the dark corridor and kicked open the maintenance door the led to a stair well. One of the good things about these ritzy hotels was that the sight of maintenance and cleaners using the same elevator as them seemed to freak them out and so there was always a quick escape for people like him if they used the maintenance entrance to go where he needed. All he needed was an electronic key pick. An additional advantage was that these hallways never had the same amount of security so he could slip in do his job and slip back out with a body. All he would have to do was maybe pay off someone.

 As an added bonus for this job was that all eyes were on the bushfires that were raging nearby so no one noticed that a man entered the room and slipped back out with a heavy sack being carried over his shoulder.

 His job was simple, for a pay out of one million dollars all he had to do was kill a man that had slipped through the court system. A CEO was embezzling money and had saved enough that he was able to corrupt the company’s lawyers into representing him instead of the company. Needless to say the company lost and the man got away but for those that were in the know, there were ways to get even and this is where he came into it. An encrypted line, a message left at a brothel, a discrete message left at a brothel and a meeting in the back room. An agreement of seventy five percent up front and the rest to be wired when the job was done.

 Pretty easy for someone who had been doing this sort of thing all of his life

 Stepping out into the dry heat, casually walked over his van and opened the side door, dumping the body into a chest and closing the lid, adding a pad lock. Nothing suss, if anyone stopped him they would just assume that it had his cleaning tools in the chest. They were only half right which was what would amuse him the most.

Closing the door hard, he paused for a moment as the sound of sirens echoed through the air and he turned his brown gaze towards the entrance and  watched enchanted as the red fire trucks sped by. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind where they were heading.

 For anyone in his line of work, natural disasters were seen as a blessing, easier to dump bodies.

 And that was why he was now driving alone a parallel line to the fire trucks had just taken and another reason why he had Russian heavy metal music blazing at full ball, to drown out the sounds of the muffled screams that were coming out of the locked chest.

 He had to take a detour, had to stay off the main roads, had to try and figure out a way to get into the fire zone before they were closed off. But he had come prepared all he had to do was study the weather maps and work out which was they wind was blowing and how it was going to affect the blazing zone. His best bet would be to get in front of it and then help it out a little bit. So what if a couple of people are going to lose their homes in the chaos, the first was going to move in that direction anyway…. Sooner or later that is.

 After driving for half an hour he was well within the fire zone and he pulled her van up beside some nice and healthy pine, plenty of undergrowth on the ground which would only make it better for his plan. Stepping out into the crunching leaves he walked around to the side of the van and opened the door, before he opened the chest he opened a black bag and pulled out a needle and a small vial. Filling the needle up with the sedative he then opened the chest and before the man had a chance to get use to the sudden light and jabbed the needle deep into the neck of his victim and presses the plunger down. Within seconds and right before his very eyes, the fight left the corrupt CEO and the body went limp. Not dead, just sedated. You had to be careful about technicalities like that, just so that everything added up in the autopsy.

 Demyan carefully pulled the slumped body out of the trunk and stripped him out of his high priced Prada suit and pulled on some orange overalls. He then through a fire fighters helmet on the ground and dumped the body against a tree. Stepping back he looked at the scene and to anyone’s eye it will look like that the man had simply slumped over, but the big picture was going to be another story. He could see the headline now. “Fallen hero trying to stop deadly fire.” It would be a real tear jerker because the body will be so badly burnt that there will be no chance for DNA or finger prints, nothing more but a charred shell.

 Empty and lifeless.

 Succumbed to smoke inhalation.

 Pulling out his encrypted phone he took a pick and sent it his client.

 It would be a series of web articles that describes the devastation of out of control bushfires on the environment and the human population. It will cover everything from the rise of salinity and erosion due to the lost of the plants root system and human devastation.

 Demyan smirked as the articles where pretty much writing himself as he walked over to a patch of foliage and crouched down. He pulled out some broken glass from his pocket and scattered it amoungst the dead leaves then went back to his van and pulled out a low tech piece of equipment. With a bit of a spring in his step he walked back over to the broken glass and placed the magnifying glass over it. He adjusted the tilt of the glass until the sun’s rays were magnified enough that the leaves started to smoke, and then sprang into little flames. He stood back as he watched the flames quickly spread and climb into the dehydrated pines.

 Demyan only left when it became too difficult to breath.

 The best thing about the Cali fires was the pine forests.

 Pine burns hotter than any other wood.

 The trick with natural disasters was to get in front of them and make sure your victim was still alive so that Mother Nature was the real killer.

 The body would just be another statistic.

 A smile spread across his lips as he got into his van and drove away

 Job completed.