Lone (R)

[TheGLIVEN]

WARNING: THIS STORY IS RATED 'R' FOR A GOOD REASON.
Lone

Chapter 1: Beginnings
As the smoke bellowed from a Cuban cigar, the smoke swiveled around the dark room. There was only a little light, and that was concentrated on the poker table.
“I’ll bet two Lamborghinis on this hand.”
The other man smiled.
“Two Porches.”
The first man was Big Anthony. He was a fat middle-aged man. But, if he knew that you were calling him that, you’d be dead by the next sunrise. When I say that this man had power, I mean it.
The second Italian’s name and identity do not matter. All that is necessary to know is that he was very rich, and had a passion for the games.
“Your go. Let’s see what you got.” said Big Anthony, in a pompous tone of voice.
“Okay…” The second man responded, holding his cards for Big Anthony to see. “Four nines.”
“Pretty good…” responded Big Anthony, monotonously. Big Anthony was known for his famous poker-face.
“How about you? What’s your hand?”
“Well…” Big Anthony flipped his hand over, in a showy fashion, “Flush.”
“Damn!” responded the second man, as he threw his cards on the table.
“Tonight just isn’t your night, now is it?” Big Anthony mocked, “Now hand over the keys!”
Now, this story has relatively nothing to do with Big Anthony. Big Anthony was very powerful, don’t get me wrong, but has very little to do with the story. Anyway, he had a legion of men, all willing to die for him. Of course, he had many enemies as well as multiple prices on his head. On this particular night he had stationed three of his most trusted guards a few rooms over, to assure that his poker game was not interrupted. But, Big Anthony wasn’t just afraid of his enemies in general. Just one.
“So…who the hell are we supposed to be keeping watch for?” asked one of the younger guards, who was standing up. All three of the guards were dressed in suits.
“I don’t know…some damn special person….” Answered the other young guard, who was standing.
“You mean Kaine?” asked the third guard. He was older than the other two, and knew his way around the city of New York. He was sitting on a crate, looking way less tense then the others.
“Yeah…I think that’s the kid’s name…” responded the second guard.
“Wait—he’s a kid? Then what’s so damn good about him?” asked the first guard.
“Are you really that stupid? Do you really not know about Kaine Tsuzuki?” asked the third guard, calmly. “God, you must have been living with your mom or something.”
“WHAT DID YOU SAY!?” yelled the first guard. He reached for his gun. But, even before he could do that, the third guard had pointed his in the first’s face, already cocked.
“Kaine Tsuzuki is a completely gang raised child. After his father left him at an early age, his mother had resorted to prostitution, and then got into the drug game. She died from an overdose, when Kaine was only 3 years old. As it turned out, she had accumulated many unpaid debts, and her only son was taken. Kaine was raised by a gang, thus was taught to use weaponry at an early age. When he was seven he would have probably been better than all of us with a pistol. He is now 14, and is feared throughout NYC. He isn’t afraid to kill anyone; even his partners.” The third guard put his gun away, still as cool as ever. The first guard relaxed.
“But why is he after the boss?” asked the second guard.
“I’m not even goin’ to answer tha—“ Suddenly there was a huge explosion, and the door got blown away. There was smoke everywhere, and all three guards aimed their guns for the door.
When the smoked cleared, they all lied eyes on me; Kaine Tsuzuki.
I was tall, I had black spiked hair, I was dressed in black clothing, and I was holding an uzi, with smoke rising from the barrel. Blood had stained my hands.
After the smoke cleared, I rushed into the room, kicked the second guard out of the way, and elbowed the first one in the stomach, then grabbed his head, and snapped his neck. I pointed my uzi at the chest of the third one, and filled it with holes. As soon as his body hit the floor, I walked back over to the second guard, who was just standing up.
I forcefully kicked him in the stomach, and walked over to where he fell.
“I’M GONNA KILL YOU—“ He yelled until he saw the gun pointed in his face. I grabbed the back of his head, and rammed it against the wall.
“Where is Big Anthony?” I asked.
“WHY SHOULD I TELL YOU?” He whined back. I rammed his head against the wall, and responded.
“SO I DON’T KILL YOU!” I yelled, pointing him towards the other corpses.
“He’s…he’s….” sputtered the second guard, “He’s in the third room over!”
“Thanks,” I responded
“Now can you…let me go?” He asked
“Nope.” I said, smiling. I picked him up, held the gun to his head, and used him as a human shield.
“Royal Flush.” Big Anthony exclaimed happily, trying to contain his excitement. “Hand over your –“
Suddenly he was cut off by loud yelling.
“What the hell was that?” asked his opponent.
“Oh, nothing…it probably was just the—“ Suddenly the door was kicked open. I threw the guard’s body on the poker table, aimed, and viciously shot the guard. I then aimed my uzi at Big Anthony.
“Big Anthony…worth twenty grand…dead or alive…” I recited. I then looked straight into his eyes. “Which one?”
He didn’t answer, but I saw a glitter in his eye. I quickly turned around, and shot a guard who had been sneaking up on me from behind. I felt some metal against the back of my head.
“Drop your weapons, then tell me, which one?” I heard Big Anthony’s voice sneer. “Dead or alive?”
“I’ll choose…death.” I dropped my gun, and put my hands up.
“Good…good…now say your praye—“ I suddenly whipped around, and brought his arm over his head. I kicked him down, and heard a snap. He arm had broken, and I ripped the gun from his hand. I shot him four times in the heart, and once in the head.
“Death. For you.” I said, watching his corpse.
I pressed the green button with a half-open lock on the remote. My grey Porsche beeped twice, and the driver’s side door opened vertically. It had green neon lights underneath it, and a line of red going horizontally across the entire car. I had jacked it on a job a while back. It was a retired drug dealer’s car, which had been converted for police use.
I pulled out of the alley, from which I was hiding, and sped into the streets. As I continued along for a while, I stopped at a red light. A police car pulled up to my side. I made sure never to make eye contact with them, for I was one of their most wanted criminals.
Suddenly a voice came out of the stolen police radio system that I had installed in my car. “This is car 341 reporting a minor driving a grey Porsche. We are about to—“
“YOU IDIOT!” yelled another voice, “THAT’S KAINE!”
Suddenly, the lighted turned green, and I floored it. The Police sirens began to blare, as I raced through the New York streets. The gauge quickly changed from gear 4 to gear 6, as I slammed my foot on the accelerator.
“This is Car 341 again. We are in pursuit of a 2026 Grey Porsche. Requesting backup.” Said the first person’s voice calmly.
“SHUT UP!” yelled the second voice, “THIS IS 341 AND WE ARE IN PURSUIT OF KAINE. REQUESTING ALL UNITS BACKUP. ROAD BLOCK AT THE CORNER OF THIRTY-FIRST AND TWENTITH STREET.”
I smiled evilly.
“These coppers really hate me,” I said to myself, still smiling. In actuality, I was surprised they hadn’t ever changed the frequency they’ve been using for their radios.
As I continued to go faster, and faster, the road signs began to blur behind me. I pressed a button on the dashboard, and the GPS screen rolled down. I noticed that three coppers were now chasing me.
“This is gonna be good.” I thought to myself.
Right before I hit 31st and 20th I made a 180° turn, and floored right passed the three coppers on my tail. The other cops launched at full speed out of their hiding space, colliding with the other cars. I heard peoples’ screams throughout the audio system. I switched the volume to zero, and began to laugh, as a fire blazed strong, from the police cars.
“Why are you even going out with him?” asked one of her friends
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Why would you ever consider going out with Kaine? He never comes to school, he’s quiet, and my brother says that he kills people for money.” Responded another friend of hers.
“What redeeming qualities does he even have?” asked the first friend
She shook her head. “You people just don’t understand him. He’s really nice once you get to know him. He’s sweet and very caring.” She looked towards the setting sun, over her school. Francesca Lorenzo Battista was her name. Her friends were always telling her that I was a failure and she could do better. Only half of that was true; she could defiantly do better. They are always telling her that she should break up with me. They were especially shocked when she began to live with me. She was extremely attractive, athletic, and smart, and they all knew that.
“Where is he anyway? Didn’t you say that he was supposed to be picking you up at 4?” asked another one of her friends “He’s probably murdering someone else.”
Suddenly, she heard a click of a gun, and felt metal against the back of her head.
“What was that?” I asked sarcastically.
“Hello Kaine.” Said the first girl, in a tone full of despise.
“Sorry, I’m late, Fran.” I responded, completely ignoring the *****, and putting my gun away.
“Where were you?” she asked
“Testing out the limits of my car..”
“Aren’t you, like, fourteen?” asked the other one of her friends
“Let’s go.” I put my arm around her, and we both walked around the corner.
She opened the passenger door, and sat inside. I put the key in the ignition, pumped the music, and began to drive.
After driving for about fifteen minutes we pulled into where we lived. The neon sign outside read “Ms. Pip’s XXX Nightclub”. Yes, we lived in the back of a strip club. Why? The rent is cheap, there are free shows, and it was secretly our gang’s hideout.
As we opened the door, we were greeted by the manager. He was an early-middle-aged man, thin, lean, and tall. He had a goatee, and was just beginning to bald.
“Hello Kaine.” Welcomed the manager.
“What’s up, Jim?” I responded
“Some of the customers have been complaining about an underage person such as yourself coming in here.”
“How much do you want this time?” asked Fran, in an annoyed tone of voice.
“$10 grand.” He responded
“WHAT!?” I yelled, “THAT’S ALL MOST DOUBLE THAT AMOUNT OF LAST TIME!” I reached for gun, about Fran held my arm back.
“Just put it on Vex’s tab.” She responded
“Okay. Thank you!” Jim responded, walking away.
“****ing ******…always asking for more money.” I muttered under my breath.
Vex was my information man. He reported all the people who have rewards on their heads.
“It’s all right. How much did you make on that last job?” Fran asked me, as we walked into the main room of the club.
“Only 20k.” I responded, as we continued to walk past the exotic dancers.
“I really hate this place.” Fran commented.
We walked to the far end of the club, and headed down a flight of stairs. When we finally reached the basement, we were met be a man who went by the name of “Slims”. He was a short, muscular, Hispanic, with an expertise in machinery.
“Yo Kaine! The new guns arrived from Japan today.”
“You serious?” I responded, running over to him.
“They’re nothing special. Just more. You seem to have a knack for breaking them…” Slims commented, putting a sniper rifle back in its case.
“Hey Slims…can you do me a favor? If you see Vex, tell him I’m in my room. I need to ask him ‘bout any new bounties.”
I walked back over to Fran, and we proceeded towards our room. It was small, but cozy. The bed took up most of the space, and so did the mirror-cabinet. The rest of the room was taken up by clothes thrown all over, and a safe in the corner. We walked inside, and closed the door.
“I hate it here, too.” I said, to Fran, as she took a seat on the bed. She was big for a thirteen year-old. She was wearing a tight cami, and a short miniskirt. She had short dirty-blonde hair, with blue eyes.
“No you don’t!” She said with a smile, “You love the dancers!”
I looked straight in her eyes. “Why would I love the dancers? There’s someone way more beautiful then those dancers…and she’s right in front of me.” We then began to passionately kiss.
“You used that one last night.” She said, laughing.
“It still worked…” I thought to myself, as we continued to kiss. I started to kiss her, going down her neck, until I proceeded to reach for her shirt…
About 40 minutes later, Vex knocked on the door. “Kaine…Kaine…hey Kaine, you in here?”
“****! It’s Vex!” I whispered, “Put the covers over you!”
“KAINE?” Vex yelled
“QUICK!” I whispered. “Come on in Vex!”
Vex opened the door, and saw that me and Fran were in bed.
“Am I….interrupting something?”
“No, no, jus throw me my pants.” I said. He lobbed them to me, and I got out of bed.
“You wanted to talk to me?” Vex asked, as I looked at myself in front of the mirror. Vex was a man in his late thirties, or maybe his early forties. His twin-brother was Jim. That’s how we got to have our hide-out in the strip club.
“Oh yeah.” I extended my hand. “I killed Big Anthony. Give me money.”
“Okay…here you go…” Vex said putting $1000 in my hand.
“I think there’s $19 grand more…” I responded. Vex wasn’t telling me something.
“I heard via the grape vine that you were taking advantage of my tab.” He answered frankly.
“Oh yeah….” I began rubbing my neck, awkwardly.
“WELL TELL YOUR CHEAP-ASSED BROTHER TO STOP EXTORTING MONEY FROM US!” Fran yelled.
I began to put my shirt on. “He’s never extorted money from me, and I live here…” said Vex, in an annoyed tone.
“THAT’S ‘CAUSE YOU’RE HIS ****ING BROTHER!! IF YOU WE—“
“Calm down, Fran.” I interrupted, and put my arm around her. “Yo Vex, you got any got hits on people? We really need more money.”
“I was beginning to think you’d never ask.” He responded. “I’ve got an interesting one, for you.”
“How much does it pay?”
“$100 thou.”
“Who’s it on?”
“Well, that’s why it’s interesting. The person who called me wouldn’t tell me over the phone. Ever since the Global Hacker Crisis, he told me that he didn’t trust phones. He wants meet in person.”
“Where?”
“Merv’s Bar & Grill. It’s a shady place on the other side of town. He’ll be there at 11 PM.”
“Okay. Thanks Vex. Keep in touch, I might need your help.” Vex walked out of the room, and shut the door.
Fran put the covers down, and looked at me with her sad eyes.
“Awwww…can you still come to school tomorrow?” she asked, serenely. I picked my M9 Pistol up, cocked it, and looked at her. I pushed my gun aside, and held her hands.
“It’s hard though, the police sometimes come in, and then…”
“Just wear a disguise or something. I know you have at least one.”
“It’s gonna be a late night. But, I promise I’ll come tomorrow. With $100 grand in cash.” I responded to her.
I waved goodbye to Fran, and walked out the door.
“You shouldn’t keep promises you know you can’t keep.” Slims said, coming out of the darkness.
“How long have you been listening for?” I asked, feeling my gun.
“I only heard that part.” He assured me. “I came to give you your keys. I cleaned up your Porsche. Come on, we’ll make sure it’s running fine.” As we walked towards the garage, he continued to talk.
“You’ll be bored to death if you go to school, anyway.”
“Why? What are they learnin’?”
“Abut how it was before GHC happened.”
“****. Like I haven’t heard that story before.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” He responded, as we finally made it into the garage. “Here’s your car.” He wave towards a car-shaped object under a tarp. He ripped the tarp off.
“So…what the hell did you do to it?” I asked. “It looks exactly the same.”
“Look at the dash board.” He said with a smile. I opened the vertically-opening door, and peered at the dash.
“Nope. Nothing at all is different…except for…wait, what’s this red button?” I reached for the button before Slims stopped me.
“Don’t press that. I added some Nitrous Units to your engine.”
“When do you stop surprising me, Slims?” I asked, sitting in the driver’s seat. I shut the door.
“Now…about the bill…”
“Put it on Vex’s tab!” I yelled, as I sped out of the garage.
Damn. The Global Hacker Crisis. I can’t believe I have to hear about it again. The Global Hacker Crisis, or GHC, was an international terrorist attack that occurred in the year 2015.
In 2010, almost every Government in the world poured billions, even trillions, of dollars into a revamp of the internet. In the year 2007, a new plan for the Internet had been created. Rather then individual computers having IP Addresses, or Internet Protocol Addresses, each person would. Everyone on earth would own a small hard drive modem somewhere. Whenever someone would use a computer, they would enter their IPnAme, and connect to their hard drive modem, and they would have connectivity.
Computer prices would lower to around $50 US Dollars, for all the computer needed was a monitor, and a unit to receive transmissions from the external drive.
It took 3 years for this plan to materialize, and two years to complete. In 2013, the world had a year of success using the new system. Many poverty ridden countries had climbed to the top, due to their citizens gaining computer access.
The United States began to push for a new plan. Complete control threw the IPnAme system. By this, they meant that people could use their IPnAme for anything they needed. Cable TV, credit cards, cell phones, would be accessible through the IPnAme system. In 2014, this plan succeeded. Soon thereafter, everything was connected to the IPnAme system. Entire Governments were even connected.
Unfortunately, in 2015 a large group of terrorists, hacked into the French Government. In just a few short hours they had access to millions of peoples’ lives, personal information, and money. But, they weren’t interested in that. After several more hours of hacking they had gained access to over 50 nuclear explosives, and had immediately began randomly launching them at different locations.
Every country in the world was hit hard by this attack. The countries that didn’t fall from the economic hit, fell from nuclear radiation.
After 8 years of recovery from damages and nuclear radiation, the world is finally beginning to return to normal. Of course, there are a few whack jobs, which are paranoid of hackers. This isn’t that unreasonable. Most countries had no funds left to upgrade their systems to a more hacker-proof one, but people still had to rely on it for financial coverage.
I have no clue why they are teaching kids this; everyone already knows it by heart.
As I pull into the parking lot, it is beginning to steadily rain. From the outside, Merv’s Bar & Grill, doesn’t look half bad. But, as I open the door the smell of cigars, cheap whisky, and a slight off-set of marijuana smoke, practically knocks me back. I make my way through the smoke, and take a seat at the bar. I look at my watch. It is only 10:30.
“What’ll it be, mac?” asks the bartender.
“I’ll have a Manhattan.” I respond.
“Wait-a-minute…you’re not 21 are you?” He asks. I take out my fake ID and show it to him, calmly.
“This is defiantly a fake.” He responds.
“The name is real.” I respond, with a grin.
“Let’s see here….Kaine…oh! Oh, Kaine. Of course, my apologies for the mistake. You wanted a Manhattan? Have one on the house!” He says, as he quickly begins to make one.
“I knew you’d see it my way. I forgive your incompetence.” I say, looking away. A police man opens the door, and walks inside. As our eyes meet, he pretends to trip, and covers his badge.
“Something isn’t right here.” I say to myself.
“Tell me about it,” the bartender responds, handing me the drink. “A few hours ago they came in dragging two young men into that back room.”
“Who were they draggin’?”
“Some punks or something. Police usually don’t come here often. Somethin’ must be up.”
“You’re late. We’ve been waiting on you.” A man says. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Where are the two young men?” The police man asks.
“Right here.” Responds another police man, waving his arms towards two men, tied to chairs.
“What the hell do you want with us?” asks one of the men
“You two both know members of two of the most powerful gangs in the city. We need their help in killing someone.” Responds the cop, who was late.
“Why should we help you?” The second man yells.
“We are both fighting a common enemy. Kaine Tsuzuki, worth 250 thousand, for various murders, robberies, and property damage.” The cop recited, with an evil smile. “Help us and we’ll let you both go free and never bother you again.”
“What do we have to do?” The first man asks.
“Get both of your gang connections to ambush Kaine when he goes into the train yard. We are sending someone to trick him into going there. All you need to do is tell your contacts to send men, to kill him.”
The two men looked at each other for about a split second.
“It’s a deal.” The first one responds.
“Good, good.” The cop answers, looking at his watch. “It’s eleven. Our man should be coming in the bar right about now…”
The police’s plan was damned-near perfect. Fool Kaine into going to the train yard, where as the two gangs will ambush him. This will kill him, and the police can cover it up and make it appear as a gang-war.
“Another one.” I tell the bartender. “Are you sure? This will be your fifth…”
“Just do it.” I respond.
“Are you…Mr. Tsuzuki?” I turn around to face an old man, wearing a trench coat.
“Yah. I take it that you’re my information man. Who am I after?” The old man takes a seat, and orders a Gin and tonic. He then continues to tell me.
“His name is John H’tims. The man you will kill; he is an Indonesian drug dealer. He’s an immigrant from Asia. He raped, then killed my daughter. He is supposedly completing a deal tonight at the old train yard. This is the chance for revenge. Murder him, and I’ll pay you 100 grand.”
“When will he be there?”
“Midnight.”
“When can I get the money?”
“As soon as you kill him, call me. I’ll be waiting here. Where should I deliver the money?”
“Put it into Vex’s tab for me. Ahhhh…thanks barkeep.” I respond, chugging my last Manhattan.
The time on my watch was just hitting twelve, as I pulled into the old train yard. I hid my car between two abandoned train cars and locked it. As I loaded my M6 Pistol, I realized that something just didn’t seem right. If John H'tims was afraid to use the phone at first, then why was he not afraid now? As I sneaked through a hallway, it gradually brought me into the open yard. There were different various train and train track parts lying everywhere, in all sizes. The actual yard was surrounded in a maze of wooden boxes. As I continued along, gun drawn, I set eyes upon a single man. He appeared to be confused.
“Stupid old man. He never told me what the guy looked like.” I thought to myself. Suddenly, someone yelled at him.
“Get the **** over here, Tom! Kaine will be coming here any time now!” Tom looked towards the boxes, and quickly took cover.
“How did they know I’d be coming here?” I thought to myself. “It doesn’t matter. They are my enemy.”
I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a grenade. I ripped the pin out of it, and threw it towards the boxes.
“WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?” I heard a voice yell
“IT’S A GRENADE! RUN!” The explosive detonated, and I rushed in.
I pulled a man out of the fire, and held my gun up to his head.
“Don’t move or make noise.” I ordered. “You might make this out alive.”
I held him up to my chest as I continued to walk through the yard. There were no other guards. We continued on, until we moved onto the train tracks.
I easily brushed three guards off, and stopped. I was now on the middle of the tracks. I heard a noise.
“Remember us Kaine?” asked a voice. I turned around, and was facing approximately 40 armed men.
“You killed our leaders, and many of our men.” Another man said.
“An ambush, huh.” I thought to myself looking around. “Could this possibly be my last living day?”
“BUT YOU DIDN’T CARE! AS LONG AS YOU GOT PAID FOR IT!” yelled a third man.
I reached into my pocket, and pulled out anther grenade slowly. I sneakily hid it in my human shield’s back pocket.
“ISN’T THAT RIGHT!?” The first man yelled.
My legs began to shake. I looked to my left and saw a sniper train. In the past 20 years, the United States widely began developing sniper trains. They moved like a bullet train, but without the noise.
“Yes.” I yelled back, calmly. “AND I’D DO IT AGAIN!!”
The train was about ten feet away from me. I ripped the pin out of the grenade, and kicked the man towards the gunmen. They all began to fire as the train passed right in front of me. I heard an explosion and many men’s helpless cries.
I ran past the train, and hid behind some old boxes.
“HOW THE HELL DID I LET THIS HAPPEN?” I thought to myself angrily. I breathed deeply, and assessed the situation.
“Should I run away? I could easily—“
Then another voice in the back of my head cut in, as it usually did. “NO. Show them that you’re stronger then them!”
“But you’re grossly outnumbered…”
“Shut up! Look to your right! There is an unsuspecting guard! Kill him and take his weapons.”
I sneaked over the unsuspecting man, I quickly pulled a him back, and snapped his neck. I stole his gun and some ammunition. He was carrying an M-16 on him. When I returned back towards the spot where I took the man, I heard some other guards talking.
“Where the hell did that Kaine kid go?” I heard a man ask.
“Hey! Wait-a-minute! Where’d Tom go to? He was just here a second ago—“ At this I jumped out, with my gun flaring.
After I had killed around ten people, I heard a huge explosion. One of my bullets must’ve hit a gasoline tank, because a fire had began to break out.
“YOU WON’T ESCAPE THIS TIME, KAINE!” yelled a man, as he began to fire at me.
I jumped out of the way, and crouched behind a box.
I ceased firing, for a second. I knew this man. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!” I yelled. I had killed him. His name was Vincint DeCaprio, and he was worth a pitiful 10 grand.
“ALL THAT DID WAS GIVE ME A SCAR!” He yelled back, as he reloaded his gun.
As I continued returning fire, I heard a sound of a light metal object hitting the ground. I looked to my left, only to see a grenade sans pin. Figuring I had nothing to lose, I picked it up and threw it back. In mid-air it exploded, I then stood up, and ran out into the middle of the tracks, to better examine my enemies. There were nearly 23 or 24 people still firing. Suddenly my legs began to shake, harder, and more uncontrollable than before.
Did I get shot? No. Was I afraid? No. I looked to my right, and saw a sniper train, speeding in my direction, three feet away from me.

The clock at in the train station stroked 12:30 when the train hit me, killing me upon impact.

[TheGLIVEN]

Lone
Chapter 2: From The Dead
“WHERE THE HELL IS KAINE!?” yelled Fran angrily, as she slammed the door open. She was extremely angry. Kaine had totally blown school off. He promised her that he would go. He had also promised that he would have one-hundred-thousand dollars.
She ran into the garage and found Vex and Slims working underneath Kaine’s car. She walked over towards the car, and hit it loudly. They both looked out from underneath the car.
“What the hell—oh! Fran! What do you want? We’re both very busy!”
“WHERE THE HELL IS KAINE!? THIS IS HIS CAR, RIGHT!?” She yelled
Slims and Vex both looked at each other for a second.
“You tell her.” Vex said, rolling back under the car, with an apathetic look on his face.
“WHAT? But—I---uggh. Damn.” Slim looked straight into Fran’s eyes. “Well, I don’t know how to quite say this…Kaine died last night…after an ambush. One of my contacts on the other side of town saw the car, and called me. There was something weird, though…”
Fran’s eyes began to fill up with tears. She dropped the bags she was carrying.
“What…what…what is it?” She managed to ask.
“They…the people who found the car…couldn’t find any body. No, nothing.”

“But…where the hell could his body be?”
Three Months Later…
I wasn’t dead, but I wasn’t alive. I wasn’t in heaven, hell, or purgatory. I wasn’t in a solid-colored room, as you would imagine. It was more every color, but no color at the exact same time. Every feeling at the same time. It was if every memory I possessed had disappeared because I had remembered them too hard.
The first thing I heard was a voice. It was my own, screaming.
My eyes opened so quickly and forcefully, that it hurt. I felt the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life, ripping through ever fiber of my body. I felt angrier and more depressed then I ever felt. All of the tension seemed to be focusing on the center of my body. It literally felt worse then death.
Eventually the pain had ceased, yet I still blacked out, from the aftermath.
When I woke up, my eyes were already open. It was as if I had woke up in another person’s body. I was in a completely blue hued room. There were miniature lights, hanging from the ceiling. They looked like stars on a blue sky. In the center of my field of my vision, there was a man. He was dressed in black hooded scrubs, with a gas-mask on. He stood up and looked at me.
“We appear to have circulating blood, we have brainwaves, and his muscles are recovering from the shock nicely.” I heard a raspy voice say. I assumed it was the doctor, due to the movements.
“What about breathe rate?”
“His mechanical lungs have not yet been activated. He can last 48 hours off his natural will power, without lungs or regenning.”
I attempted to yell, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?” but nothing came out. My jaw muscles didn’t even move. Come to think of it, my eyelids haven’t moved at all. I tried to move my legs, but nothing happened. I couldn’t even move the slightest muscle.
“He appears to have just awoken.” The doctor said, calmly. “Activate the OS.”
“Yes, sir.” Responded a voice.
Suddenly, the words “T50 Tech” appeared in my line of vision. Underneath them a type of loading bar faded into place.
“WHAT THE HELL!?” I thought to myself. “WHAT’S THIS?”
“I know you can hear me.” The doctor said, looking straight into my eyes. The words T50 Tech faded out, as the loading bar completed. In the top left hand corner an underscore character began to blink.
“Don’t be afraid. Think of a letter. Any letter. Focus your mind on it.”
Considering, I had nothing to lose, I began to picture the letter “K” in my mind. Suddenly, a letter “K” appeared in place of the underscore character, which had moved to the right.
“Good, good,” responded the doctor. “Please write your name.”
Every time I thought of a letter, it would take less and less time to write it on my vision, until I gained the power to write entire words at a time.
“He says his name is Kaine, sir.” I heard a voice repeat.
I then began writing a new message.
“He says to “****ing tell me how to talk”, sir.” The voice relayed to the doctor.
“For almost all of your functions you will have to write code. Don’t worry. It seems hard at first, but you can hotkey certain moves after you learn.” He said calmly. “Type this:

k jd md t”Hisex My name is Kaine.de” v50 emd
I typed the code in. Suddenly, as I finished, y jaw moved.
“Hi!” I exclaimed. “My name is Kaine.”
“The coding is not hard once you get the hang of it, Kaine.” The doctor said. He seemed to be interested in what he was saying, but you could tell that this wasn’t his first time repeating it. “The K, refers to you. The J refers to your jaw movement. The d means that it is a simple default movement. The m means mood, and the d means default mood, which for you is the feeling in between happy and sad. T” is what you are saying. The ex in your speech mean that you are saying it excitedly, and the de, is your default voice tone. V is the volume in your voice, on a scale of 0 to 100. Em is your emotion. Lastly, d means your default emotion.”
I began typing using this code.
“Didn’t I die?” I asked.
The doctor smiled. He clearly had heard this before. “Yes, you did. I saved your life. I will answer all of these questions later, but, You have a lot to learn.”
Over the next few days I learned a lot about my-new-self. But, I’m gonna skip all that crap and sum it all up for you.
They saved my life by replacing my lost body parts with cybernetic ones. To do anything and everything I must write code, although I have learned how to make it easier, by hot keying it. My operating system is named T50 Tech and it’s the most advanced in its class.
After the first day I was able to walk, pick up things, and talk flawlessly. On the second day we focused on precision. The third day was dedicated to acting like a real human. The forth and fifth days were focused on using machinery and weaponry.
Although I was more than happy to learn, keeping in mind they saved my life, questions had been circulating in my mind: Why? Why did they save me? Why didn’t they just let me die? Who were they? What do they want me for? On the sixth day all of my questions were answered. It went like this:
“Well Kaine…you’re all done. You can hopefully do everything that you could before your accident.” The doctor said, shaking my hand. During the entire ordeal I hadn’t seen him once without his scrubs and gas mask on.
“Thank you. Can I leave now?” I asked. The doctor began laughing hardily.
“Of course not.” He said with a smile. “Not for a long time.”
“Ummm…excuse me?”
“You heard me. You may not leave for a very long time.” He responded, still smiling. I didn’t like to be mocked and (if you couldn’t tell already) I have a very short temper.
“I think you’re forgetting who the stronger person here is,” I responded. I picked him up by his collar and pushed him up against a wall. “Now tell me where the ****ing door is.”
“I already told you. You can’t leave,” The doctor said, revealing a remote. As he pressed it, my entire body was shocked with electricity. I fell back, dropping him. He pressed the remote three more times, and by then he had stood up, and I had fallen to the ground in pain.
When I awoke I was in an expansive atrium. The floor was beautiful white marble, and there were columns reaching up to a skylight. I was sitting front of a desk. There was a man sitting in a black office chair. He was black, and was balding. He was probably in his late fifties.
“I see you’ve awoken.” He said to me.
“Where the hell am I?” I asked, looking around.
“Do not swear, solider.” He said, coldly.
“Solider? What are you talking about!?” I yelled standing up. Suddenly, I heard two guns click. I glanced to my left and right, only to see two men with guns, aimed at me.
“Sit down.” He ordered. I reluctantly sat back in the chair.
“I’ll explain everything. You are in T-50, a small division of the CIA, in northwestern New Mexico. You’re name’s Kaine, right?” At this I nodded. “Good. You are a new member of ours. Before you begin to object, calm down. We just saved your life. Two of our agents found you laying dead on the train tracks in New York City and brought you here. We rebuilt you, and in return you are going to serve us.”
“WHAT!?” I yelled. “HELL NO!”
“Kaine…do you have any idea how much it cost for us to rebuild you?”
“A few hundred?”
“Way off. It cost more then half a trillion dollars. We needed to buy parts from over fifty locations worldwide, develop a new Operating System, pay Dr. Korts for his work, and pay our other mechanics. Most people never even see half a trillion dollars in their lifetime, yet alone possess it.”
It took me about a minute to process everything.
“What do you want me to do?”
“Well, we here at T-50, have one mission. Clean up the mess left by S-49.”
“S-49?”
“Correct. S-49 was an ex-robotics lab. There, any people attempted to create, well, you. The difference is that they didn’t use patients who were going to die, if not acted upon. They abducted people and few people actually were able to be fully cyborgized. They would have one special talent, rather then full bodily control. For a weak example, a gun for an arm.”
“So what happened to them?”
“I’m getting to that. This worked great until 2015. We had hundreds of cyborgs, and everything was going well, but not for the cyborgs. In S-49 they treated them like second, no, third-rate people. When the Global Hacker Crisis happened, no weapons hit S-49, but the radiation killed all the normal humans. The cyborgs, seeing their chance to escape, left. All the records were erased. There was only two survivors.”
“Agent Phil.”
“…and Agent Angelina.” The two people holding Kaine at gunpoint responded. They put their guns away, and walked towards the man behind the desk. One of them was fat and small man and the other was the opposite, namely, an attractive, tall and lean woman.
“They survived and were sent to us at T-50. For the past few years they have been helping us to catch all the escaped cyborgs.”
“Then why am I here?” I asked.
“We could only catch the small fries.” Responded Phil, the fat one.
“The other ones were too powerful, and we risked civilians getting hurt. We had no powerful, yet humanlike weapons to use.” Angelina added.
“So that’s where you come in, Kaine. We need you catch or kill the rest of the cyborgs.” The black man added. “By the way, my name is Lt. Walter.”
“Walter…isn’t that the Disney guy?”
“YOU ARE NOW UNDER MY COMMAND, AND YOU WILL OBEY AND REFRAIN FROM MOCKING ME. DO YOU UNDERSTAND, SOLIDER?” He yelled.
“You make it sound like I have a choice.” I calmly answered.
“IT IS A SIMPLE YES OR NO QUESTION; DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?” He yelled.
“Yes.”
“Good…now Angelina and Phil…you escort him to your base of operations. I have work to do.” Lt. Walter responded, taking out a laptop.
“Sir, yes, sir.” Saluted Phil, as they lead me out of the office.
We exited via the door, behind me. They led me down a hallway, through a prison, and into another hallway. We turned into a room at the first left. It was a small dark room, illuminated by several green lights. There were four computers, two beds, and a few chairs.
Standing by the beds, I asked,
“Which bed is mine? I feel tired.”
The two agents starred at each other and laughed.
“You’re a robot now. A few minutes of regenning should fully restore your energy.” Agent Angelina answered, sitting on her bed.
“I have some business in another sector to take care of.” Said Phil, exiting the room.
“DAMN! It’s always business with that guy! He should just…” Angelina began to mutter some incomprehensive words under her breathe, until she stopped, and looked up at me.
“Ummm…regenning?” I asked.
“Oh yeah…you don’t know…well regenning is the easiest way for you to get energy.”
“What do I have to do?”
“Watch.” She stood up, walked over to me, and grabbed my arm. She swung it over towards an electrical outlet. “Touch it, and code in:
KAINE.DE.REGde.ac
It should immediately start.”
I did so, and blue sparks immediately began flowing from the outlet into my arm. In a few seconds I felt no longer tired.
“Holy ****…” I responded in amazement.
“Yeah…by the way, I’d advise you against swearing. Most people around here don’t like it.”
“And you?”
“No, I’m cool with it. But, Phil or Walter? Nope, they’ll flip.” She then regained her seat on the bed. “Any other questions?”
“Can cyborgs have sex?” I asked. She blushed, but I didn’t because I didn’t code it in.
“I think so…that’s what it said in your report.” She then thought about the question, and starred me down. “Don’t even think about it. This is off limits to my colleagues.” She said, while pointing to her breasts.
“It was only a question! “ I responded. I was lying, of course and she probably knew it, but just didn’t show it. “So…how old are you all here?”
“I am 16, Phil is 25, and I have no clue about the lieutenant.” We both laughed about it, and I sat down on Phil’s bed.
“I’m about to go to bed…” said Angelina, “…but two things. First, Phil and I are responsible for you, so don’t go getting in trouble or causing any. And take this from me: it’s easier not to resist. I’ve learned this from experience.”
“Wait-a-minute…bed? Isn’t it the afternoon?”
“NO! It’s three in the morning. What ever gave you that idea?”
“The skylight in Walter’s office…”
“That’s artificial. We are 300 feet underground.”
“Oh…and number two?”
“Don’t get any perverted thoughts about me while I’m sleeping. Because of this,” She answered pulling out the same remote that the doctor had shocked me with. I grimaced at the look of it.
“I’ll make sure I don’t. I just have one more question.”
“Shoot.”
“Can I die?” She let out a little laugh. “I know it seems stupid, but can’t they just build me?”
“Not if you fully pulverize your body, it is. They were only able to reassemble you because your body wasn’t completely shredded. That train that killed you must’ve hit you off the track or something.”
“I understand.”
“Good. You can explore around the base a little. Just remember not to get in any trouble. Good night.”
I took her advice and looked around. The place was like nothing I had ever seen before. Half of it looked like the inside of a spaceship in a sci-fi movie. But, the other half looked like something out of a dream. There were huge majestic columns descending from majestic ceilings. There were many artificial skylights throughout the base.
I sat down on the side of a fountain, and thought about what the hell was going on. This had all happened extremely fast. One time I was in the fight of my life, the next thing I see a sniper train, and my life flashes in front of my eyes, and ends. Then, almost immediately later, my life flashes again, and I wake up, basically, a robot. Then I’m told that I can never return to my old life.
I glance into the water, and then jump back.
“HOLY ****!” I yelled. Some people looked at me, then returned to what they were originally doing. I slowly reproached the water and looked in. I saw my reflection looking back at me. Half of my face was as it used to be, but the other half was metallic. My left eye (the metal side) was completely red and I had a red pupil on the other eye.
“Don’t swear.” Said a voice, from behind me. I turned around and saw the doctor. I jumped up and starred at him. He was still wearing the scrubs/gas mask wardrobe. I looked angrily at him.
“You know, I was only doing my job. I had to shock you. Now please come with me.” He answered with a slight smile. Rather then risk getting shocked, I followed him. We went passed the jail, passed my room, and into another door. It was the place where I woke up. But, it seemed to be different.
“Today you’re going to learn your final lesson.” The Doctor started. “I see that you are fully capable of all normal human tasks.”
“Yeah, but I don’t even look like one!”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I look really cool, but I look like no real human. Most normal people don’t have half metal faces.”
“…or metal limbs.”
“What?”
“Roll up your left sleeve and look at your arm. Then look at your right leg.”
I did so and saw, to my amazement, I observed metal in the place of skin.
“How the hell did I not notice this?” I asked, half in awe.
“…stupidity, maybe. Anyway, use this code:
KSkin ch “de” “/hmnskn.edp” txtrde
When I finished, I expected something amazing to happen. Like an explosion or something.
“Look at your arm.”
I rolled up my sleeve and there was skin.
“NO WAY!” I yelled, touching it. “Is it real?”
“It’s an advanced hologram. Using lights it projects billions, possibly trillions, of many different lights, to form the look. The temperatures from the lights form the texture.”
I was still looking at my newly re-skinned legs and arms.
“Anyway, you are here to learn about your combat systems. When you are put on a mission it is expected that you will turn your combat system on. It allows us to see what you’re doing, it allows us to communicate with you and for you to target your enemies and receive information on most people. Now, to begin you need to…”
Approximately Three Hours Later
Most children around age eight years old fantasize about something. Girls usually fantasize about becoming a singer or an actress. But, young boys usually want to become some type of law enforcement person like a superhero or a cop. But, most think it would be cool to be a spy.
When I was younger I didn’t care about what I grew up to be as long as I didn’t die. But somehow fate made me a spy. And now I was about to begin my first mission.
My first mission as a spy in T-50.

[TheGLIVEN]

“An…alliance? Why?” asked the small man
“Why wouldn’t anyone want to do it?” responded the taller man
“It’s insane.”
“Insane? It’s just world domination.”
“Just world domination!? No one has even ever done that before…”
“Do you know why? All other attempts were with normal humans.”
“…or because it’s impossible.”
“There’s a first time for everything. Locate me some people. I guarantee their alliance.”
Lone
Chapter 3: Snow On The Roof
I looked up at the top of the skyscraper. The night sky was lightened by the full moon, yet darkened by black storm clouds.
“Get to the top of the building. He is there.” Phil said through the com-link.
“Does it matter how I get there?” I asked, feeling the gun in my pocket as I walked towards the entrance.
“Just try to keep the causality levels down.” Angelina answered with a smile.
“Meanwhile, we’ll try to hack the building’s security cameras.” Phil responded.
“Do whatever you want, man.” I said, opening the door.
The main entrance lobby was primarily made of black-and-white marble and there were lights everywhere. There were big windows and a big help desk with plants. I walked towards the desk.
“Excuse me...” I asked, “Can you tell me where the elevator is?”
The woman looked up from the magazine for a second before she looked back down.
“The building is closed for the night. Please come back tomorrow in the morning.”
I pulled out my gun and aimed it at her.
“Let me rephrase. Tell me where the elevator is.”
She glanced up again. She was looking down the barrel of a semi-automatic M9 pistol.
“It’s…it’s…it’s right over there…” She said as she pointed towards my right.
I calmly put the gun down and walked to the elevator. The woman kept her eyes on me as I pressed the up button and got in. As the door shut I saw here quickly dive for the security button. I smiled, cocking and loading the gun.
“It’s been all too long.”
“Okay boys…you remember the deal right?” A middle aged man asked. He was seated in a black office-chair behind a desk. There were about thirty men in front of him.
“You, the powerful Charles McCole II, provide us with the rides, the guns, the money, and we help you keep control over the city.” One of the men yelled.
“Correct.” Charles said as he picked up two big briefcases. “First, the money.” He popped them open and they were filled with one-hundred dollar bills. “This is just the beginning of it all.” All of the men crowded around the desk and began to examine the money.
After a few minutes one man spoke up, “What about the weapons?”
“I’m at floor twenty.” I reported, as the LCD screen flashed “20”.
“That mean’s your half-way. There’s forty floors in the building.” Angelina calmly responded.
Suddenly the elevator slowed down at floor twenty-three.
“What the hell!?” I yelled.
“The security must be doing a check.” Answered Angelina.
“Damn…” I said as I pushed myself against the side of the wall, so I was hidden from view.
The doors swung open and a group of guards were visible from outside the elevator.
“No one’s in there.” One of them said.
“Go check, Al.” The second one replied.
“Fine.” The third one answered. As Al walked into the elevator I grabbed a hold of him, and pointed my gun to his head.
“Stay where you are.” I yelled, smiling. I kicked the “Close Door” button with my foot. As the doors were closing I threw a grenade outside the doors. As it detonated the elevator kept ascending.
“Of course...the weapons.” Charles said, pressing a button. All the pictures on the walls flipped around, revealing 50 or so heavy machine gun-like weapons. “They’re customized imports from Japan.”
Suddenly, an alarm began to blare, and a flat screen TV descended from the ceiling.
“What is it? I’m in the middle of something very important!” Charles yelled.
“A mysterious gunman has taken a hostage and killed two of our night watchmen. He is headed towards your floor. Explosions have been cited around sector V8. We just disabled the elevator. And – wait – our security cameras have just been hacked.”
“What!? Disable those cameras and enable the elevator.”
“Sir, are you sure?”
“Just ****ing do it!” Charles yelled, turning the TV off. He turned to the men and announced,
“Do you all want to test those guns on a live target?”
“The elevator just stopped! Dammit!” I yelled, “Why is it?”
“They…probably manually disabled it in the security center.” The security guard muttered.
“DAMN!”
“Kaine…we just successfully hacked into the cameras. There is nothing out of the ordin—“ Phil said before getting cut off.
“What are you talking about? On Level forty there are about twenty heavily armed men.” Angelina said.
“The cameras just cut out.” Phil added.
The elevator jerked up, then began moving again.
“I’m moving again.” I said with a frown, “Something’s not right.”
When the LCD Screen displayed the number 39, I slit the security guard’s throat, and jumped up into the air vent.
“It’s here everyone!” A man yelled as the doors opened. Everyone aimed at the elevator.
The doors slid open and they all saw the bloody corpse of the security guard.
“Is…that him?” Someone asked.
“No!” yelled Charles. “Where the hell did he go?”
“Right behind you.” I said, pointing the gun at his back.
Charles turned around.
“How?”
I pointed up at the air duct. He smiled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked angrily.
“You remind me of me, many years ago. Except for one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“Your death! Men! Attack him!” As the men began to run, I pulled a remote out and hit the switch. Suddenly, there was a huge explosion on the opposite side of the room. His smile faded.
“What the hell was that!?”
“Oh.” I responded. “I must’ve forgotten to tell you about those explosives I planted in the air duct. My bad.”
“Who are you working for?” I began walking towards him, with my gun drawn.
“Who do you think?” I asked, turning the Human Cloaking Device (HCD) off. “So, come quietly or we’ll have to do things the hard way.”
“Not yet.”
“Why not? You have no weapon. You’re done.”
“Because you haven’t seen my Cyborg Ability, yet.” I stopped walking towards him and looked him over. He was wearing a grey suit with no tie. His hair was graying and he was wearing sunglasses. The only strange thing about him was one of his hands, on which he wore a black glove.
He once again began to smile, even more than before. He jumped back and tore his own hand off. He then threw it to the side. All that was left in place of it was the barrel of a gun.
“What the—what the hell is that?” I yelled in astonishment.
“You like it? Let’s try it out!” He began rapidly firing at me. I dove behind his desk, which apparently was made bulletproof. As he kept firing I, reached into my pocket and pulled out a grenade. I bit the pin, and threw the explosive.
“That should buy me some time. I really need a bigger gun.” I thought to myself.
“Try the desk.” Phil said in a serious tone, “the video feed from before showed that he had many hidden weapons.”
“Well, I ain’t got nothing to lose.” I said, pulling a drawer from the desk. To my surprised, I pulled out a fully-loaded AK-47.
I jumped up from my hiding place and began shooting. Having no place to hide Charles ran and jumped out the window.
I put my gun down.
“A 40-story drop probably killed him…” I said to myself.
“Kaine! There’s a fire escape!” yelled Angelina
“****!” I yelled. I ran over to the window and jumped out. I began sprinting down the metal framed stairs. He was way farther then I was.
When I got to somewhere around floor twenty, he had gotten off. He began shooting at me and the fire escape had begun to break. I jumped through a window as the metal stairs crashed to the ground.
“Damn…he’s gone.” I said calmly, as I punched the wall.
“Kaine…get out of there. The cops will be there soon.” I turned my HCD on again, and walked away.
A little while later, I relaxed on a grassy hill, in a near-by hill, that I had escaped to.
“Did the cops find anything?” I asked, while watching the skies.
“No,” responded Angelina, “the fire burned all possible clues.”
“I’ll be back later. I need to check in with the lieutenant.” Phil said, taking his headset off.
“Oh. One more thing.” I said.
“What is it?” Angelina responded.
“Why the **** did you not tell me HE HAD A GUN FOR AN ARM?” I yelled. Although, there had been a thunderstorm, the sunlight was breaking through and a beautiful sunset was shining.
“I thought the Lieutenant told you…”
“He told me that type of thing was a ‘weak example’.”
“Did he ever tell you there wasn’t such a person?”
“Well, no but…”
“Then stop complaining.”
“Do you know anything else about this Charles guy?”
“Charles McCole II. Gang-wise he controls this city. He’s been able to get out of anything using his wealth, his gang, and his special arm. Remember those guys you saw in his office. Those were some of his new ‘elites’.”
“Is there anyway to kill him?”
“He has virtually no blind spots. So, I’d suggest that you assassinate him using stealth.”
“I think I’ll just fill him with lead.”
“Do what works.”
“Does anyone know where he is now?”
“The only people that might know are his gang. But, it’d be damned near impossible to get the information out of them.”
“Then I’ll do it.” I said, rising to my feet.”
“But how?”
“Do you know where his gang hideout is?”
“Well, yes, but how do you plan to get it out of them!? You can’t just walk up to them and kindly ask them for directions to their boss’s location.”
“I have my ways…” I said, holding an explosive in my hand. “But, first I need some new weapons…”
Five Hours Later
Holding up my new assault rifle, I shot through the door, and kicked it down. I ran past people with shocked expressions towards the center of the room. A little over an hour ago I had broken into the hideout, and I was now going after the leader.
I ran up to a table, and slammed the explosive device onto the table.
“Are you the leader?” I asked, pointing my gun at a man at the center of the table.
“Ye-ye-yeah.” He answered.
“Where’s Charles McCole?” I yelled.
“I’m not gonna tell you.”
“This explosive device will kill the lot of you.” I yelled, pointing my gun towards everyone in the room.
“He—he—he’s at a party.”
“Where!?”
“14 Villa St. It’s on the south side.”
“Thanks, man.” I said, walking out of the room calmly.
Everyone began to relax.
“That was ****ing close!” The leader yelled.
“Wait-a-minute.” Another person yelled, “What’s that ticking sound?”
The leader looked around, then reached for the explosive, and flipped it over. The numbers “6”, then “5”, then “4” flashed.
When I got out of the building I turned around and looked at my watch.
“Three, two, one…” I said to myself, until I heard an explosion.
One Hour Later, 14 Villa Road,
“…then he told me that my yacht was too big for the specified location and I decided that I was going to prove him wrong.” Charles bragged to a group of people. He was holding a glass of wine, which he twirled every few minutes, and his usual black glove was back on his hand.
The room they were all in was a huge, Victorian-style auditorium, with ceiling paintings covering the top of the room.
“Excuse me, Mr. McCole.” A waiter spoke up. He was holding a cordless telephone on a pillow, “You have an important phone call.”
“I’m very busy right now.” Charles sneered. “Who is it from?”
“He gave no name. He said that his voice would be recognition enough.”
“I’ll be right back. You know how business is, right?” Charles exclaimed, making a few people laugh in agreement, as he walked away.
He picked up the phone, walked over to the corner of the room, and then made a hand motion for the waiter to go away.
“Who is this?”
As the person on the phone began to talk, his face turned pale.
“How—how did you get my number? How did you know where I was?”
The person on the other end of the phone continued to talk.
“An…alliance? Of people…like us?”
The speaker continued to talk.
“Revenge against the government? I agree. They just sent someone to kill me. What? Yeah, he was one of us. His name? I don’t know. I haven’t seen him since this afternoon. But the next time, I’m gonna kill him.”
Suddenly there was a huge explosion, and I ran into the auditorium. I looked around, then made eye contact with Charles. He dropped a cordless phone and just looked at me.
As people began to run out of the building he yelled at me.
“Are you here to get your ass kicked again?”
“Again? You mean when you ran away like a pussy, before?”
“Talk is cheap.” He yelled, then began to run at me. I reached into my bag and pulled out my assault rifle, and held my ground as I began to fire.
His hand, once again fell off, to reveal the barrel of his gun.
When he was about five feet away, he started shooting. I did a barrel roll, and threw a grenade towards him. It detonated and dust was thrown up into the air. He began to fire randomly. One of the bullets hit my metallic arm. The metal split in various different ways, then pain surged through my body.
“Damn!” I yelled.
“Kaine!” yelled Phil, “Take off of your arm! We can rebuild it!”
Through pain and anger I ripped my arm off of myself. The pain instantly ceased, but the anger didn’t. No blood came out, but my adrenaline began to pump.
When the dust cleared, I saw that Charles had been knocked over, and was struggling to get up. I bit the pin out of another grenade and threw it right at him. It detonated, taking a large chunk of his right side off. The arm with the gun had been shot about twenty feet away. I walked over to Charles, and picked him up by his neck.
“Please…put me down. Take me in. Just don’t kill—“
“Kaine!” yelled Angelina, “Do not kill him! He’s in your control now!”
I suddenly, flung him to the ground. I picked up my gun and began shooting the old man in his chest, killing him.
The next day the sun was shining as I walked into the airport. As I rode the elevator down into the main terminal, I heard a voice for the first time in that day.
“Kaine…Phil is in talking with the Lieutenant. I’m just warning you: you’re gonna get quite a talking to, from him. Maybe even corporal punishment.”
“So much for a ‘Congratulations on your first mission’.”
“You killed him even though his resistance was minimized.”
“What about me? I’m the one with just one arm!”
“Oh ****…here he comes now. Over and out.”
I got on the private plane and headed towards the back, where Lieutenant Walt and Agent Phil were sitting up at a desk. Angelina walked in slowly and gave me a slight smile, before she became serious.
“Kaine,” the Lieutenant started, “take a seat. Now, under normal circumstances I would be congratulating you on your first mission well done. But, you violated a number of T-50’s set laws. The following offences shall be named.”
“One: excessive use of fire power. Two: the general disrespect of your superiors. Three: unnecessary killing. Four: civilian causalities. Five: risking civilian causalities.” Phil said, solemnly.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” asked Lt. Walter.
“The civilians I killed were in direct alliance with the person I was after. I disrespected my superiors, yet completed the job. And, risked lives doesn’t matter. They didn’t die.” I responded.
“What about the fire power?” Agent Angelina asked.
“The gun is my weapon of choice. It is the most effective way of killing a person.”
“What!? Those reasons are all totally naïve and irresponsible! You are a member of the secret service, not in a street gang!” exclaimed Phil, angrily.
“Yes, I would have to agree,” added Lt. Walter, “I have no choice but to…”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” asked Angelina
“Why, yes. Of course. Go right ahead.” Answered Phil.
“Although I do agree that a lot of Kaine's, umm, tactics, are very irresponsible, he does bring some good points to the table. Right, he didn’t kill many actually innocent people. Right, he did complete the job. And, although the death of Charles McCole II was extremely unnecessary, we didn’t ever specify what we needed. Although,” as she said this, she turned to me, “It should be noted that for future reference you capture and bring the criminal back as a first priority. If that is not an option then killing him or her is the only other thing to do.”
“What are you getting at?” asked Phil, a little confused.
“I’m not done yet. Kaine is also right that the gun is probably the best weapon for most jobs. A sniper rifle is great for long range shots. M6 Pistols are good for short range, and there are loads of other guns for anything else along the way.”
“What are you saying, Agent Angelina?” Lt. Walter demanded.
“I am trying to say that, although his tactics are different, they should be allowed under great supervision.”
“I object. These poor excuses for tactics are irresponsible, to say the least. What gives you any idea that this mere boy could help us?” Phil sneered.
“The world is changed, Phil. This boy understands the real world better then you do. He should be allowed to help us, although closely supervised.”
“That’s Agent Phil, to you.” Phil mocked, “And furthermore…”
“That’s enough. Agent Angelina, is your sector willing to take responsibility for Kaine’s actions?”
“Yes, we are.” She responded, rather quickly.
“Then, we will overlook these mistakes for now. Just don’t let them happen again, Agent Kaine.”
“I won’t.” I responded.
“Then, it’s all settled.”
A Few Hours Later
After my armrepair, I was sitting in my room thinking to myself.
“Although this is all great and everything,” I thought, “I’m never going to be able to visit my old life again. Fran, Vex, or Slims. Would I ever even see them again? How long has it been? Then again, I’m basically able to kill for fun now without worrying about it being illegal. Still, I should watch out for that Phil dude. He’s out to get me.”
After thinking the last part, Angelina walked in and sat next to me on the other bed.
“You know, Phil would be pissed if he knew you were lying on his bed. He doesn’t really like you…”
“You don’t think I can’t tell?” I asked, “By the way, I owe you one.”
“Don’t mention it. All you have to do is not **** up.”
“What do you mean?”
“Lay off doing all that crazy **** for a while.”
“I wonder if I can. It’s like…my style.”
“Then just try not to kill anyone innocent.”
“I’ll try.”
Meanwhile
“Sir,” said the smaller man,
“What is it?” asked the taller man,
“Charles McCole II has been killed by that new agent of S-49’s predecessor.”
“Excellent.”
“How is this situation good in the least bit?”
“The US Government is actually going to help us achieve world domination.”
“In what way?”
“They will weed out the weaklings for us…”