Modern Day Grendel

          Every day is the same.  I wake up, I get dressed, I drink coffee, I read the paper, and then I go to work.  For me, though, the term work is a little misleading.  I don't work, per se, because, as they say "If you love what you do, you'll never work a day in your life!"  And I really DO love what I do.  I'm a deliverer of justice.  You might say I'm a vigilante (and you might be right.)  See, I fight crimes, but I fight crimes before they're even committed.  It only makes sense to do it my way, and stop anyone who can do something evil from doing it (by killing them, of course.)   A long time ago, you see, I had a brother, Kit. One day, minding his business, the good ol' boys in blue decide it was time for a drug bust, but without much foresight.  They kicked in a door and there was a "small firefight" as the report read which Kit was "an unavoidable piece of collateral damage."  I suppose then, that every officer I happen to cure of their ailment of life, could be considered "collateral damage."  Unavoidable collateral damage of fighting crimes.  Noone should have to go through that.  So I stop them in the simplest, and most logical way.  I set traps, and once they arrive perhaps a small (read: large) explosion might pick a few off.  Or perhaps a bit of chlorine gas does the trick.  You never know until you respond to a call, and then... Well then you'd better be prepared to meet your maker.