Glee Club epilogue (308)

Joe walked through the crowd of men in corsets and women in even less as Aphex twin’s Windowlicker thumped along with the strobe lights- or vice versa.
They were all sitting at a table together, all dressed in black single breasted suits and drinking espresso. They stood out like sore thumbs and blended in all at once.
Carpenter was the first to see Joe approach.
He stood, and nodded in Joe’s direction.
Joe walked over and had a seat. The waitress came over- she was pierced in ever hole that was visible, and seemed like the sort of girl that had made the decision to live in this sort of world late in life. In high school she was a cheerleader. Now, two years later, she was goth as fuck.
Joe opted not to yell over the music but instead pulled her close to whisper into her ear. When she walked away from the table she knew two things: Joe drank cranberry juice with a shot of tonic, and later Joe would be inside her.
Joe had a seat with the five men and gave thm the once over. Except for Carpenter, they all looked really young.
“Meet everybody’s all American!” Carpenter yelled over the music.
“Your new team.”
“They look young.” Joe yelled back.
“They are young, but they’ve put in work. They were hand picked by you know how at you know where! They’ll get the job done for you!”
Joe tilted his head to the side, looking each one of them over. He’d seen this team before- hell, he was on this team once. When he first joined the Tabernacle, he had a meeting just like this- being trotted out in front of the old guy, feeling like all he could do was explode waiting for his opportunity to prove himself. He knew what it was like to be them. This is why it was all so tragic.
“Let me introduce you!” Carpenter yelled.
“That won’t be necessary.” Joe answered.
“You know who at you know where has sent the order down. I’m sorry.”
Carpenter froze for a moment, then shook his head.
“Do we know why?” carpenter asked.
“Sure we do. We always do. For the greater good.”
“The greater good. Shit.” Carpenter said. He picked up his drink an finished it.
The team of young agents looked at the two seasoned pros, confused. Carpenter leaned towards them.
“Don’t worry about it.” He said. “All in all, you boys did a great job.”
After this, Carpenter’s brains exploded all over the men, then one by one Joe shot them as well.
The combination of silencer and loud Techno music covered them entire scene. They wouldn’t be discovered until closing time. And since they never carried actual I.D. or had readable fingerprints, they’d never be identified. 
Later, Joe made angry love to the former cheerleading Goth waitress on the couch in her apartment. The next morning he left without ever learning her name, went to the house he had purchased earlier that week, and walked inside.
He did not emerge for ten years.
The beginning.