• If you think avoiding the cops is easy, try doing it with while carrying a guy who is slowly bleeding to death and a chick in a long dress. Add to the fact that you’re the most wanted man on the face of the planet and every cop is wide awake from your doings. Aint so easy now is it? Well it took us five whole hours to reach their so called "Base of Operations". And to further piss me off, it was in shambles when we got there. Ransacked!
    “Nice decorating choice. Gives it a nice, homey feeling.” I said jokingly as we entered the ops center. It was little more than a basement. Sure it had tables and computers and doors. But it also had broken lights, smoking workstations, and a whole lot of corpses.
    Areana only stood wide eyed at the sight, the color draining from her porcelain face. I set Alic down on an empty chair by the entrance and went deeper into the destruction. Areana fallowed slowly. At the other end of the room was a dore. From the looks of it, it was locked tight.
    I tried to force it open anyway. No luck. Areana coming out of her state of shock, somewhat, put her hand on a smooth panel next to the door. Nothing happened.
    “It’s supposed to be handprint activated.” She said only at a horse whisper. Note to self, find people who can handle loss and death. Well she isn’t as bad as some people I’ve seen.
    A little more agitated now, I pulled out my knife and drove it’s razor edge through the door’s lock. Well it opened. And what I saw on the other side really improved my mood. I’m an assassin, I love weapons. What is there to say? I mean this little room had enough hard wear on one wall to take out all of the cities defense forces. I gravitated to the wall, not caring about the desk in the center of the room or what was on it.
    They had everything. Pistols, knives, grenades, hell even body armor. I had taken a pair of .45 handguns off the wall when Areana brought to my attention the sounds in the room.
    Brenard’s voice was coming from the desk. More specifically, a tape recorder on it. As it went.
    “Jax, if you’re alive to hear this I am impressed. But from someone like you I’m not all that surprised. After all you’re are enhanced. Just take a look around you Jax. A good look. This is what is to be if you keep on trying to live. And now who do you have left to turn to. Direct is gone. And everyone else wants you dead. Face it. Face it and die. Nineteen.”
    I have now had enough. “What the hell is going on?”
    Areana still whispering ”Brenard and you have a history. A long one.” She hesitated” He is your brother.”
    In the silence that fallowed I could hear the tape on a seemingly endless loop. “-Face it and die. Eighteen.”
    “You’re kidding me.”
    “No I’m not.”
    “How did I end up in the program in the first place?”
    Like always my conversation is interrupted.(Ok not only is it rude, it is getting really annoying. I mean hello I’m talking here) A gun fired. That in turn was answered by more shots. Alic now sat dead where he was. But we now knew the danger.
    Those .45s came in handy. Making the shooters(who turned out to be cops) keep there heads down. And while they weren’t doing that they were busy shooting up cement walls.
    “what do we do now?” Areana screamed.
    “well I plan to as usual kill them all.”
    “there is another way out. And we have supplies there to.”
    “Come on.”
    By then some bullets had come through the door. One knocked off the tape recorder from the desk. It landed close enough so as I could hear Brenard say. “- If you havnt already figured out this is a bomb, there is something wrong with you.”
    “So what were you saying about another way out?”
    She went to the wall to my right, away from the bullets. That’s thoughtful. A small section of wall moved away to show nothing but black beyond.
    “Uh uh. I don’t do small dark spaces.”
    “Yes you do.”
    She took a duffle bag from the shelf nearby and dove in. Ahhhh crap here goes something. The door closed behind me and lights flickered on to show past Areana a small tunnel only big enough to crawl through
    We started off. And I only looked up once. Embarrassed I looked back down. I’m not a perv. I’m a gentleman killer. After about a minuet the tunnel shook as a roar tore through it. Theres the bomb. We crawled for hours, but as I thought that I my just sleep here , and even with my head down I saw sunlight.