Amos Cassisy

Here is a link to my interview with Amos Cassidy:


Amos Cassidy –  Crimson Midnight


Another Taste

Having absolutely no respect for the new Federal Law Enforcement Act of 2025, Mudd looked the two men up and down with obvious distaste. In 2012, an entrepreneurial prodigy formed a corporation that would influence governmental policy and eventually change the political structure of North America. Within eight years of the corporation’s establishment, it had
managed to gain control of the major industrial resources of three Western Provinces and two States. By 2020, WestCorp’s influence over governmental policy and public opinion had become so great that it formed the, “Coalition for the Separation of Western States.” The party was created to gain sovereignty as its own nation with a business model as its mandate. Since 2015, both Canada and the United States had dealt with protests, civil
disobedience and riots; a change was inevitable. Managing to avoid a civil war, WestCorp gained major party seating and managed to legally separate Alaska, Saskatchewan, Alberta, British Columbia, and Washington State. The sovereign country of “Westcordia” became a world power five short years after its birth. Having all of the natural resources needed to sustain it, Westcordia maintained a zero deficit and was able to control its holdings in the world market with ease and supremacy. The country had now risen as a global trading corporation. Westcordia held true to its mandate, and governmental direction was passed in business model fashion. One by one, each of the countries on the globe began to follow Westcordia’s business model, and within ten years the UN began to look more like the trading floor of the New York Stock Exchange than a political stage. The concept of private business was overtaken and fell to dust so quickly that the world seemed to simply accept the change. Business centers began to open as a link to Members of Parliament. If a potential store owner had an idea with merit it was taken to provincial parliamentary chambers to be voted on as a new business venture under one of many federal categories. These categories ranged from the service industry to retail outlet and technological advancement. If accepted, the “Owner” would maintain the business in a managerial capacity with extra bonuses for the initial concept. All decisions as to stock, price and hours of
operation were laid out in the bylaws of each provincial region and adhered to global standards of trade and business. As far as Mudd was concerned, there was no “little
guy” anymore. The corporation owned it all, and if you wore a suit, you were the corporation.

A Taste

“So you’re suggesting that the three of them knew that there was an issue with the scanning and sublim system and they wanted to bring it to light? That they planned this elaborate chase through the streets of Victoria with the intention of Mudd being caught, so that they could show the world the system is flawed? That’s quite the conspiracy theory, David. It does not however, explain why we have a dead suspect in our morgue.” Henry turned to the files that had been on the table and began to flip through them after a nod of approval came from David. “No, Henry. I’m suggesting that they were testing the system,” David said joining Henry at the table. “Testing it? To what end? And what does Mudd get out of it other than a jail cell?” Henry asked. David scoffed, “A slap on the wrist. We had nothing on him but a trafficking charge and he knew it. We were hoping that he may open up the case and lead us to the Producer. The evidence in these files says that Mudd met him in L.A. and his death only tells me that we’re getting closer to answers than he wants us to be.” Henry knowingly shook his head. “The three of them would not have planned this if there was a chance that one of them could have been killed. Testing the system or not, I can’t see Mudd sacrificing his life for something like this. The man was an opportunist, not a martyr.” David looked up at Henry with a recognition that contorted his face. “Funny, Officer Cook said something similar.” “What do you mean?” Henry realized that he had un-characteristically lost control of his tongue and a bead of sweat was almost visible on his brow.

“Do you feel th…

“Do you feel that?” The agent asked. “Each one of
these children died from an overdose from bad video files
that filth like you hand out like candy.”
Mudd tried to bolt straight up in his chair. “You
can’t blame those on me man, my vids are pure.”

Agent David Carmichael interviewing the video dealer known as Mudd in “The Producer.”