'The government, which was designed for the people, has got into the hands of the bosses and their employers, the special interests. An invisible empire has been set up above the forms of democracy.' The time for a change has arrived. The sun comes down, giving way to the night, and like any other night, the people around the world continues their life as usual, unaware of the change that was about to come. A man in a dark trench coat enters in the disco, identifies its target and, in the middle of the crowd, put's a bulled into the head of the guilty with a suppressed revolver, leaving no sound and no shell. Between the loud music and the alcohol, it takes several minutes to the people in the place to actually realize that man was dead. The businessman, who sexually abuses of his secretary, lays in his chair as he gets pleased when three men with gas masks and military equipment break into his office though the window. They execute him even before he can put his pants back on and then leave again back the way they had came from. A car roughly brake in front of a limousine, blocking it from going any further. From inside the car four heavily armed men appeared, all of them wearing gas masks, and then, they reduced the expensive limousine into a strainer. Leaving no more than a couple of hundred shells, and the dead bodies of the politician and the driver. The judge, who is assaulted in his own house and gets hanged on the ceiling. Only papers of his corruption lay on the ground, under the lifeless body of the hanged men. The priest gets attacked by an unknown number of assailants in his way home. Then he gets killed by asphyxia and crucified in his own lawn, paying for his crimes and the ones he caused. Only God left to judge him. The president of a country on the other side of the world, who lays safe at his own home while the people of his own country dies and kills for his fault every day. A smoke screen is deployed all around the house, and even before anybody can react property, the guards got killed with precision and the president kidnapped. And finally, a small group of armed men in masks bursts into the local college, and after a few minutes handling the computing center, they simplye leave. Then, the morning comes up, and with it the first Tv news of the day. But this time it were different. A man of strong features stands in the middle of a poorly illuminated room. Next to him there is another man tied to a chair. Fat, bold, sweaty and bloody, wearing only his underpants and asking for mercy under a sock shoved into his mouth. "A lustful deputy, power hungry, dances in a disco after being released by the jury for stealing hundreds of millions from the state's coffer." Said the suited men, slowly walking from one side of the angle of the camera to another. "A glutton businessmen, so filled of himself that was even able to render useless tons of medicament just for his own profit." With each sentence, the Asiatic looking man got stronger in voice and presence. "A greedy politician, not satisfied with taking away millions of dollars away from the contributors, refuses to resign in order to be able to take even more." Said him as he got close to the tied man. "The sloth, of the judge, who in a position to make the change, refuses to do so for comfort. And the wrath of the mindless priest, inculcating to men and women with hatred and racism." Said the man as he took a gun of his jacket. "The envy of the executive, who fires his own employees to afford a bigger house. And the worst..." Said him pointing at the head of the tied man. "The pride of the president, who sends his own people to die and kill in the name of a word, standing impassible as his own country falls into the abyss of doom." Then the mysterious man fired his gun. The sound bounced all around the walls, making it even more louder than it was supposed to be, and finally putting an end to the poor bastard who was tied. "This will happen everyday, all around the world. Until the guilty are brought to justice and face a sentence worthy of their sins. Until every stolen penny returns to the pocket of the worker. Until every politician and enterprise becomes humble and aware of the situation of the less graceful. This, ladies and gentlemen, is the beginning of a new world." Stated the man. And then, the image went blank, showing only a small logo of a dagger crossing a letter A from top to bottom and two words under it; Custodes Terra.