Well…
I've already eliminated some.
But there are still many more left.
Of course, I'm not eliminating the leaders or the head of the organization yet.
That would ruin the show too soon.
From a distance, I watched the police arrive at the warehouse.
Patrol cars.
Red and blue lights.
Officers entering with their weapons ready.
I smiled.
"Well… the preparations for the fireworks should start with them."
I teleported.
---
I appeared in front of a club.
It was the same club where I had painted Loren before.
Now it was fully open.
Music thundered inside.
Colored lights.
Girls dancing.
Alcohol.
Men laughing and talking.
Several of those men belonged to Loren's organization.
They still didn't know anything about what happened at the warehouse.
The news hadn't reached them yet.
Perfect.
I entered the club without drawing attention.
I was wearing ordinary clothes.
No one suspected anything.
I calmly walked toward the bathroom.
The club music kept blasting loudly.
But the moment I closed the bathroom door…
The music changed.
The club music turned into circus music.
The customers looked around in confusion.
"What the hell…?"
Confetti began falling from the ceiling.
The men from Loren's organization looked at each other.
No one understood what was happening.
Then…
The bathroom door slowly opened.
From inside, balloons began to float out.
Colorful balloons.
They drifted through the air.
Everyone looked at them with curiosity.
The balloons slowly approached the group of armed men.
One of them frowned.
"What the hell is this?"
They were somewhat drunk.
They didn't seem worried.
One of the balloons moved closer to a man.
The balloon grew.
It expanded.
Suddenly…
It swallowed him.
The other balloons merged with it.
They formed a massive balloon trapping the man inside.
The balloon slowly floated toward the ceiling.
Everyone in the club looked up.
The man inside the balloon screamed.
Then…
Pop.
The balloon exploded.
Human remains scattered all over the club.
Blood.
Flesh.
Confetti.
A woman screamed in horror.
Panic spread through the room.
The men from the organization reacted instantly.
The alcohol left their systems immediately.
They pulled out their guns.
At that moment…
The bathroom door opened.
And a clown walked out.
A clown suit.
A white mask.
And an elegant tie around the neck of the costume.
The clown raised one hand.
"Hello everyone."
His voice sounded cheerful.
"Sorry about this improvised entrance."
"You see… I ran out of ideas for a proper show."
He paused.
"But I brought fireworks."
"This could be called…"
"Preparations."
The criminals aimed their weapons.
The clown pulled out a deflated balloon.
He began inflating it.
"This will be the dog trick."
The balloon started taking shape.
Ears.
Tail.
Head.
A balloon dog.
Suddenly…
The dog moved.
And started barking.
"Woof!"
The men froze.
One of them shouted:
"Shoot it!"
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Bullets cut through the air.
But the balloon dog kept barking.
As if nothing had happened.
Everyone in the club stared in disbelief.
It made no sense.
Balloons weren't supposed to survive bullets.
The clown began clapping.
"Bravo!"
"Magnificent!"
Then he raised a finger.
"Wait a moment."
He walked back into the bathroom.
Seconds later he came out again.
This time wearing a white tuxedo, stained with paint.
He looked around.
"Sorry…"
"I think I grabbed the wrong outfit."
He went back into the bathroom again.
When he came out this time, he was dressed like a rapper.
Gold chain.
Rings.
Cap.
"Yo, yo."
"What do you think about the clown dropping some rap?"
He looked at the uncomfortable silence.
"No?"
He sighed.
"Well… never mind."
The clown pointed at the armed men.
"Attack."
The balloon dog jumped at them.
The men fired again.
But the dog still wouldn't burst.
The clown threw several knives.
The knives pierced the men's hands.
They screamed in pain.
Their guns fell to the floor.
At that moment the balloon dog attacked them.
The scene was absurd.
A balloon dog biting armed criminals.
The remaining customers in the club were frozen.
Many of them knew who those men were.
Members of Loren's organization.
Seeing them attacked like this…
It was surreal.
The clown sighed.
"I'm getting bored."
"Clowns are supposed to make people laugh."
He looked at the spectators.
"But this is just pathetic."
Then he pointed at the exit.
"Well…"
"What are you waiting for?"
"The audience should leave."
"This show isn't for you."
That was enough.
Everyone began running for the exit.
Screams.
Chaos.
The club quickly emptied.
The clown looked again at the wounded criminals.
He shook his head.
Then he clapped.
The balloon dog exploded.
Pop.
The men fell to the floor.
Injured.
Bleeding.
The clown pulled out several fireworks.
"Well…"
"This place is going to go kaboom."
He smiled behind the mask.
"But you…"
"Since you belong to Loren's organization…"
"You'll have to stay here."
He snapped his fingers.
The men froze.
Completely paralyzed.
The clown walked toward the bathroom.
"Goodbye, losers."
---
Outside the club.
The police had already arrived.
Several patrol cars surrounded the building.
Two FBI agents were also there.
Reyes and Carter.
One police officer raised a megaphone.
"Hey clown!"
"Turn yourself in now!"
"Or we'll come in by force!"
Several minutes passed.
Silence.
The officer lowered the megaphone.
"Alright."
"We're going in."
At that moment…
The club's roof exploded.
Fireworks shot into the sky.
Lights.
Colors.
Brilliant explosions.
Words formed in the air.
A glowing message appeared above the city:
"These are only the preparations…
for the real fireworks."