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Location: Peaceful Meadows Morturary, Bronx
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"Evil is just a point of view."
Deep within the Bronx of New York stood a small unassuming building that has been there for nearly a century. The Peaceful Meadows Mortuary had since built a bigger building in a more desirable part of the city, but kept this smaller building as their workshop. It was also the current home of Phillip and Darren Hawkens. A father and son duo that seemed to single handely prepare the parade of bodies that came in and out of their morturary doors. Of course that was how it appeared on the outside. What only a very few people knew was that Phillip and Darren were "connected". In the modern term it meant that they worked for organized crime. It was not by choice they came to this profession. The love of family is what turned this brilliant doctor and his savant son into nothing more than lackeys. While Phillip used the bodies to smuggle any number of things through the counrty, his son Darren was put to work making weapons and explosives. The older Hawkens did not know what terrified him more. That when his son was 10 he was making hi explosives that could take out armored cars, or the fact that the boy seemed to enjoy his work. Of course, all the work he was doing was contructed around a very important lie. That they were actually working for the government. Of course, Darren was much smarter at that age than his father gave him credit for and knew that if he disobeyed they would either hurt him or his father until one of them gave in or died. So rather that put his father through that kind of torture, he did what he was told.
As time went on, Darren soon picked up a name from his Capo handlers. They started to call him "The Smith". As much as he did not like working for gangsters, he did that the name had a ring to it. Of course the Mob was not about to say the name of their weapons provider and doctor out loud for anyone to hear, so the nickname stuck to him. By the time he was 18, he was still making weapons for gangsters, who in turn were selling them to super villans and anyone that could afford their prices. The years of constant worry and guilt had worn down the once passionate and outspoken Phillip Hawkens into nothing more than a drone that could only mumble a few words of protest at best. Seeing what this life had done to his father, he made it his personal mission to protect him and do whatever it took to keep his father safe. That isn't to say that Darren wasn't devious. On the sly, Darren also began to develop things for the police. Of course this part of his business was personal and paid almost nothing, but it helped him feel like he was keeping the balance. He developed a better incendiary ammunition for the Mob, the police would suddenly have the plans for improved body armor. It was his slight way of rebelling against the system that had destroyed his father.
"The Smith" was nothing more than mobster myth to some. A name given to a faceless system that came out with even more destructive weapons that threatened innocent lives on a daily basis. Of course this did not stop police and villans from trying to get their hands on whoever "The Smith" was. No one ever seemed to figure out that he was based right in the heart of the Bronx, working as a humble morturary assistant. Sitting at his desk, the younger Hawkens sat still as a rock while he watched what looked like an empty tube under a pair of magnifying visor as he seemed to wait for something to happen. After a few minutes he very slowly began to pour a mixture of thermite and pastique explosives into the container. When the termite was activated it would melt through the metal and let the plastique explosives drip into the metal allowing the explosive to go off deeper in the metal. After a few minutes he carefully began to close off the top of the device. After a few minutes of wiring the completed bomb, complete with 5 metal tubes of the same mixture, sat on his desk ready for pickup. Putting his gloves and visor in his toolbox he stood up and examined his work with a smile. It seemed that a bank, he had no idea which one, was going to be in for a big surprise.