Cries From Another Dimension:The Package

Carlton Polk is a cold-blooded specialist and demolition expert-for-hire whose trail of victims includes all ages, races and economic class as long as the price is right. He is the number one hit man and demolitionist- for-hire and takes pride in his reputation as no one to date knows his true identity, at least no one who is alive that is.

He is number one on the FBI's Most Wanted list and wanted by the Mob as well for taking out half of one of the major mob families in a well orchestrated hit.
He trusts no one and lives a very lonely life as he has murdered any and everyone who got emotionally close to him.

Carlton's morbid career started out of an act of revenge when his parents were killed in cold blood by gang bangers shooting into the wrong house. Being the only child in what was once a loving family, the loss of both parents to such violence warped his mind and turned him into an angry and troubled youth.

His anger was fueled by the memories of what was lost and the painful thoughts of what his life would have been like if none of that had happened.

Once it was reported which gang was responsible for his parents death, Carlton devised an ingenious plan of revenge that took months of meticulous planning that resulted in the deaths of every gang member involved along with their families as well. Though the police didn't consider him a suspect, they certainly felt he certainly had the motivation to commit such a crime of passion. However, he covered his tracks so well that he was never even called in for questioning.
Now that that quest for revenge was quenched, Carlton made a new discovery. The rage within had moved to another level. He now realized that he got a certain joy out of the success of his flawlessly planned mission and proud of the fact that he got away with it. He even got to the point where he believed he did a good thing for society and began to consider himself the deliverer of God's judgment on those who take the lives of others.

Months after his successful crime of revenge, his acts of violence were replayed over and over again, to the point where he was constantly having trouble sleeping. One night while mindlessly surfing on the net, he saw a link that said, “Making a
Living Doing What You Do Best.”

That link really created a new monster in Carlton. As one of God's agents, he felt he was appointed by God to help destroy evil on earth. Rationality and logic was now replaced by irrationality and a new warped since of purpose that was taking him into dangerous territory, a life of death and destruction.

He created an alter ego for his new line of work and through hours of painstaking planning began to get business as a Cleanup man for all types of clients. The money began to pour in and he became addicted to the excitement of killing harden criminals who constantly violated the weak and felt a rush of satisfaction each time he was never caught for the crimes he committed.

His addiction to killing grew to a larger scale when he began to study sites about explosives and became a self-proclaimed expert. After his first kill by demolition, he experienced a rush like never before. He had found a new drug.

So now, twenty years later, he has grown weary of the reputation, which has run his life for so long, but has kept more than enough money in his pocket. Yet, this emotionless life has kept him from any kind of intimacy with a woman. The heartless missions of destruction have become boring. His motivation now is simply to “keep the "Benjamins" rollin' in!”

Carlton now longs for something he has never had - the luxury to enjoy, a woman's love and warm touch. His only memory of a loving relationship of any kind is locked up in the back of his mind of a time where love was abounding in the happy family that was so brutally taken from him.

For twenty years, he has successfully kept his alter ego, Clyde Cutler, in the forefront as the person all of the law enforcement agencies, mobsters and gang members are looking for. Carlton, the ingenious planner for all of Clyde's missions, has remained in obscurity for all these years and now seeks to get out of the business.

However, he seeks to go out with a bang when he accepts one last contract; his highest paying contract to date and the most dangerous for him and his alter ego. If anything goes wrong with this contract, either he will be blown to bits by his own hand or ripped to shreds by a barrage of bullets from everyone who is looking for him.

The mission is to blow up a mansion on a night when a major arms deal is going down - a night during which the heads of the mob branches and several major gang members are present to purchase heavy artillery for their individual street wars.
Carlton, through his own detailed surveillance, has already discovered that the mansion is under police surveillance 24-7. For any other criminal, these conditions would be way out of line and not worth the risk. But for Carlton, this final mission represents the ultimate high that would also represent his greatest accomplishment in achieving his divine mission.

After months of meticulous planning and preparation, the mission is one day away. He has successfully avoided all of the cameras during the evening hours and put the explosives in place. The most dangerous conditions of this mission is that Carlton must hand deliver a package during the height of the meeting in the mansion in order to ensure the death of all of the marks required in this hit. The passing of the package anywhere within the structure of the mansion will activate the timer for the planted explosives and will level everything within a mile's radius.

The day of the mission has arrived. Carlton approaches this day like any other. Though he is focused as usual, he has mixed feelings this time around which includes the sad reflection that he is about to carry out his final mission before attempting to assimilate back into society. The thought of trying to live a normal life is more frightening than any contract he's ever carried out, including this one.

On his way to the target location, Carlton's excitement has put him an hour ahead of schedule. Knowing this, he sees a quaint bar along the way, pulls up and decides to have a drink before completing this final historic feat.
As he walks into the bar, he notices nobody is present. He calls out, “Yo, bartender! You got a customer out here! I need a bourbon!”

As he looks around for a response, he turns back and is surprised to find a shot glass of bourbon in front of him. He is perplexed as to how the drink seemed to appear out of nowhere, but concludes that the bartender must be playing games.
A voice comes from the back of the bar where he just checked. A silhouette figure is seen in the shadows and speaks slowly and deliberately.

“Biggest night of your life, huh?”

Carlton hides the fact that this is a curious question for this stranger to ask.
"You talking to me?”

“You're the one facing the biggest night of your illustrious career. Of course, I'm talking to you.”

“You don't know anything about me. Who are you anyway?” Carlton asked with curiosity.

“Let's just say that your boss has been working for me for quite a while, which means you've been working for me quite a while.”

“Oh really, and this boss gave you my name?”

“I already knew your name.”

“Now I know you're lying cause I have never used my real name. What you got to say for yourself now, chump?”

The stranger responds, “There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamed of…”

“Spare me of your Shakespearean influences and tell me what you want,” Carlton demanded.

“I simply want to admire your handy work up close and personal just one last time.”

“Enough of this!”

Carlton pulls his Glock, spins around, a fires an entire clip into the shadows where the stranger is sitting. After the fireworks stop, he walks over to see who this stranger is but finds nothing. All of the bullets from his clip hit their target center mass in the back of the chair. Carlton checks around the club for witnesses, finds no one, then quickly exits.

He gets outside and realizes he left his keys. When he returns to the club, he is shocked to see it is now packed full, bustling with life.

The bartender calls out to him. “Yo buddy, you forgot you keys!”

Carlton responds, “Thanks! When did all these people come in here?”

“What are you talking about? It's been packed for hours.”

Carlton is completely at a loss at what just happened but doesn't have the time to stay there and try to figure it out. He glances at his watch, then turns and exits.

As he speeds down the freeway, Carlton runs through his well laid-out plans in his head. A confident smile comes across his face. He is sure this will be as successful as all the rest.

The marked mansion is now in sight. Carlton turns his headlights off then hides his car in the brush a half-mile away. He is dressed in all black and has practiced these steps so many times he could do it blindfolded. He puts on a pair of infrared glasses and disappears into the darkness.

The meeting is going strong in the mansion. Head mafia leaders and gang leaders are meeting with a major arms dealer who is furnishing major weapons for all who can meet their price.

Bodyguards are all around with automatic weapons. They also wear infrared glasses.

Carlton has anticipated that the guards have been furnished with infrared glasses. His route to the mansion has taken this into account as he slowly but methodically sticks to his detailed path to the doomed mansion.

Up ahead two guards carelessly gossip as they walk around the premises. Because of that, they are not where they were supposed to be according to Carlton's rehearsed timing. However, to stay on schedule, Carlton must quickly dispose of them and step up his pace so that the detonator is delivered before the two guards are missed.

Moments later, he reaches the mansion at corner on the side least guarded because of the rugged terrain. On that side, during his last practice run, Carlton had left the window he intended to use unlocked.

However, because of the windy conditions earlier in the day, one of the bodyguards inside not only closed all the windows but locked all of them as well.

Not to worry, Carlton switches to Plan B - that is too quietly reroute the magnetic flow of the alarm system around the house to be strong enough to activate the detonator when he slips the package through the basement window.

This unexpected final adjustment is now the most dangerous step for Carlton because the chances of making a suspicious sound are the highest.

Finally, after a series of very careful and precise corrections, Carlton slips the detonator into the alarm perimeter and hears the detonator beep into activation. Quickly, but cautiously, he reverses his exact path back to his car successfully and he speeds away with detonation less than 10 minutes away.

Once again that old familiar and confident smirk comes across Carlton's face as he congratulates himself on his final “job well done.” As he comes to a stop sign, he almost give himself whiplash when he discovers the package he just delivered is once again in the back seat of the car.

How can this be? There is only one package and he put that in the mansion eight minutes ago. This is impossible but there is no time to loose. There is less than two minutes.

Carlton peels into a u-turn and speeds back towards the mansion. He attempts to pick up the package and put it in the passenger seat next to him but the package will not budge from the spot on the back seat.

For the first time, Carlton's cool demeanor has gone out the window and sweat pours down his brow. He is in a full panic as he speeds down the road towards the mansion. He checks his watch every few seconds.

Back at the mansion, the guards hear the roar of Carlton's engine and see headlights speeding towards them in the darkness. They alert all of the guards to take aim on the fast-moving target approaching.

Carlton's eyes clearly show that this is not they way it was suppose to end. As he glances into the rear view mirror, he sees the same silhouette figure that was in the mysterious club earlier.

All of a sudden the night sky lights up by the enormous explosion, taking out the guards and its occupants, reducing it to rubble. Mission accomplished!

Concerned about this mysterious figure in his back seat, Carlton's foot comes up off the gas peddle. The car coasts to a stop. Carlton looks in the rear view mirror and sees the silhouette figure holding the package in his hand. Immediately he attempts to bolt from the car, but can't get his seat belt unbuckled or the door unlocked.

The silhouette stranger begins to laugh. The more frantic Carlton becomes, the harder the stranger laughs.

“Going somewhere, my man? Like I said, you work for me.”

The silhouette stranger leans forward into the light showing a hideous demonic face. He looks at the package, then back at Carlton.

“Oops! he continues, “Your time is up.”

The demonic stranger snaps his fingers and the car is blown to bits by a blast as big as the one that destroyed the mansion. What's left of the car rolls down the hill and comes to a rest at a huge rock.

Carlton, thrown clear halfway down the hill, opens his eyes, slowly gets up and examines the fiery hillside and wreckage all around. It's a miracle! He can't believe he made it. He's still alive. Half in shock and the other half in amazement, he breaks out into heavy laughter until he realizes the lower half of this body is on fire and he doesn't feel it.

Carlton feverishly tries to pat the fire out with his hands as the flames move up his body to his chest. Everything is on fire chest down and he doesn't feel a thing.
He looks up from his flames and sees the flaming demon who was in his car moments before.

With a confident smirk, the demon speaks. “One last step!”

Carlton's face shows fear like never before trying to comprehend what the demonic stranger means by that statement. He doesn't have to wait long. The demon snaps his fingers again. In a flash, Carlton now feels the pain associated with what his body is going through.

The flaming demon shouts, “Time to go!”

Suddenly all of the flames and flaming wreckage on the hillside floats upward and forms a huge tornado of flames. At the tip of the tornado, the ground opens up and the entire tornado of flames descends into the huge hole in the ground.

Carlton's terrifying screams continue. As the tornado and wreckage descends into the ground, the flaming demon goes airborne and grabs Carlton by the head. Then they both disappear into the hole, which slowly seals itself behind them. The hillside now looks like nothing ever happened.

Down by the rocks is Carlton's briefcase, the only remaining evidence of Carlton's presence at the scene, which intensifies from internal heat, then melts away into nothingness.

Off in the horizon is the halo left from Carlton's final mission on earth. In the shadows, as we look at the place where the doorway to hell opened up, we can hear the lingering echoes of Carlton's eternal screams.