“So, Scar, are you ready?”

“Of course, I am.”

“Great, now let’s go meet up with Captain MacMiller,” Scarlet smiled as we set out to complete our mission.

Walking through the town: we once stayed at for years, Scarlet asked, “So, what made you decide to do this mission after all this time?”

“After fighting the Alpha-Knights and having a relationship, I think it was best to do my job and move on.”

“What about meeting your father?”

“He also did his part in making me choose this path, but this is my decision so, it's not his persuasion.”

She then turned to me, smiling, “That’s great to hear.”

Her smile was bright and full of life. It was like a weight was lifted off of her shoulders. It is nice seeing her smile like that and not like before. “So, how are we going to take down Mr. Zone?”

“It's simple yet complicated. Sasha at the moment is infiltrating the compound as we speak. While she does that, we would get at least five miles away from the target's location. With the help of MacMiller, you and I would be walking towards the spot, then we would make our escape,” she stated.

“What about MacMiller? Isn’t he coming with us?”

“Only Faith shall tell you the answer. Not me,” she grinned.

“I see,”

We reached MacMiller whereabouts and we geared up for the mission. After we finished preparing ourselves, MacMiller and I. Were now dressed as normal civilians while Scarlet transformed herself into my backpack.

“Scar, for this mission: as you know I would be guiding you, but you shall be the one making the decision for this is your mission,” MacMiller said as he rested his hand on the doorknob.

“Understood, Sir. Thanks for all the help up until now,” I saluted.

“No, problem son. Just make sure you kill that bastard for people like me can live a normal life and have a sense of peace,” he grinned.

“I shall… you can count on me,” I smiled.

He opened the door and we set out to the train station. There he guided me into the train and we headed towards the sniper position.

“Alright, we are three miles from your shooting point,” he whispered.

“Understood, so is this my first decision?” I answered.

“Not as yet, come on,” he wavered.

As we walked down the staircase, he pulled out his hand in front of me: hatling me. “What is it?”

“Look there,” he gestured by placing his hand on the back of his neck and pointed with his elbow.

In that direction, I saw a group of SHUNNF units, covered from head to toe in armor and holding an assault rifle with a pistol on the thigh.

“As you can see: enemy contact straight ahead. Do you have the fake ID and name I gave you correct?” He asked while gazing at me.

“Yes, I do, but why did you pick Price?” I questioned.

“It’s a long story,” he muttered.

“Okay, but do we proceed or?”

“We shall continue with these disguises, we can get pass their secuirty, but try not to do anything stupid. Just walk slow and follow my lead,” he stated.

I nodded and he took a step forward and I followed. Pretending to be his teenage song who is holding his fishing rods on my back is quite smart, but is it truly enough to get past SHUNNF’s advance security? I pondered as we came closer to them.

We walked past them with great ease and we weren't spotted or seemed suspicious. “Nice work, but three security cameras up ahead. It’s up to you to disable them or we find another way around them,” MacMiller acknowledged.

“Scarlet, would I be able to disable them from my line of sight?”

“Yes, you can, but put some shades on so no one notices your eyes glowing,” she recommended.

“Got it,” I answered and dove my hand into my pocket in search of my shades.

“What are you looking for, lad?” MacMiller asked as he turned towards me.

“My shades, hold on… got them,” I said and placed them on.

“Ready, to disable them now, Scarlet.”

“Your eyes are hot.”

My eyes shot an electrical burst to the cameras and disabled them until for a few minutes. “Let’s move, sir.”

“Beautiful,” he smiled.

As we casually walked through the underground station, Caption MacMiller stopped as he stared at the ceiling. I looked up as well and saw a large mirror covering the area for at least five feet.

“There is no cover here from the scanner, we’ll have to take a shortcut through that cafeteria, but it's your call,” he whispered.

I began to observe the area in search of the scanner he mentioned and I saw a lot hidden in small points on the mirror above. Looking towards option two, the cafeteria. I noticed an undercover guard staring in our general direction.

“How would we cut through the cafeteria?” I asked.

MacMiller didn’t reply; instead he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out his wallet. As he opened it, he started to shift through his money.

“Now, I get it,” I murmured. “Hey, Dad… I’m kinda hungry. Mine if we get something to eat?”

“Sure thing, Price. What would you like?” he asked.

“I would like a sandwich at least,” I smiled.

The fake smile was easy to pull off after observing the way Scarlet smiled over the time we spent together.

The undercover guard attention shifted to someone else in the distance.

“Good call and great acting,” MacMiller applauded.

“You too,” I replied softly.

“The door is just up ahead, when we get in line. I shall leave you there so I can check outside,” MacMiller said.

“Got it, but what type of sandwich would you like?”

“Once the shepherd hasn’t corrupted or tainted his sheep or animals, I’ll be fine with it,” he replied before handing me his wallet.

“Okay?”

After MacMiller went outside, I stood in line and waited to take my order.

“What shall you be having, sir?” The lady at the counter said with a hint of stress.

“Um… I would like two cheese sandwiches and one with either beef or ham, please and thank you,” I replied.

She got my order immediately from the batch of sandwiches below, placed them in a plastic bag and placed it on the counter. “Here you go, that would be twenty-five dollars.”

After paying her, I grabbed my order and casually walked towards the door and headed outside. There I met MacMiller, who was patiently waiting for me by a wooden bench. He looked really cool just sitting there with his brown hair and beard gently blowing in the breeze with his eyes covered by those dark grey shades. Sporting a plain open jacket displaying a plain white shirt and brown khaki pants. His tanned skin truly complicated his clothing and made his appearance quite sharp however average in terms of fashion, but in my eyes it was rather cool.

“Here is the sandwich you wanted.”

“Thanks,” he answered as he accepted it.

“Why are you though?” I asked.

“Straight ahead, you will see the reason and to top it all off check the build next to the open street on the right behind us,” he said before taking a bit of the sandwich.

I turned my attention to the person in the back like he said and I saw the undercover agent or what I assume it was eyeing over the area. Shifting my attention to the crowd in front of me, I discovered a patrol officer walking around throughout the crowd.

“What shall we do?” I questioned before opening the plastic bag with my sandwich inside of it.

Before I could take a bite of the sandwich, I admired it for a while as I stared endlessly as the freshly cut creuset.

The beard’s softness reminded me of Sasha’s thighs, I daydreamed.

“I honestly can’t believe you are comparing Sasha’s thighs to two slices of bread… Couldn’t you compare it to something else?” Scarlet pointed out.

“Don’t blame me… blame the author of this book. He made me do it,” I blushed.

“Um… that’s completely absurd and stop blaming others for your perverted mind,” she said.

“Just let me enjoy my sandwich in peace,” I mumbled.

“I shall just remember to use that crowd for cover,” she recommended before going silent.

“Thanks for your input.”

“Your call, Scar,” MacMiller said while dusting his hands off.

“Let’s move through the crowd and head onto the streets.”

Captain MacMiller grinned before getting up, “Your decisions aren’t so bad like they were a year ago. When you were training, that is.”

“Hmph,” I chuckled.

Once I finished eating, we headed towards the crowd and tried to blend into it. A loud noise began to flood the air, it sounded like a helicopter or some type of machine slicing the air around it in order to hover. Surveying the sky, I saw one of SHUNNF’s airships passing by, soon after MacMiller pushed my hat down onto my head. “Keep your head down,” he whispered.

“Sorry, does it have facial recognition?”

“It might for it’s not for SHUNNF it is for the police so it can be used for surveillance rather than being an attacker,” he stated.

“That’s a nice way of not wasting material.”

“If you want to put it like that, sorta,”

MacMiller slowly turned his head from side to side before pickpocketing a bystander: stealing his map of the city. “Come on let’s go,” he said as he browsed through the map.

“Did you really need to do that?” I asked.

“Yes, for it seems we might have to take a detour,” he replied.

In the distance we stumbled upon a roadblock. I reached out my hand and tugged Captain MacMiller’s shirt. “What is it?” he reacted when he noticed the tugging. As his eyes peered in front of him, he saw the roadblock and shook his head.

“We either turn back and find another route from the map or we take our chances,” MacMiller said.

Before I can answer him, we heard a civilian say, “The President of the flying city shall be passing by soon. I hope we can see him.”

The other civilian replied, “Me too. It’s rare to see Mr. Zone here. He’s mostly busy with the War and other matters.”

After listening to their conversation, I made the decision to go through the roadblock. “Let’s go!”

“If we go through that, play it cool and try not to move too much,” MacMiller grinned.

As we walked closer to the roadblock, I stood close to one of the barracks and watched as the clear street in front of me became full. So many people cheered and praised Mr. Zone as he passed in his open top vehicle. He smiled and waved with his wife by his side as flowers and confittee blew around them.

I began to grit my teeth in frustration as the sight of him sickened me, “Smiling so happily after doing so many wicked things makes me sick.”

“What was that, kid?” asked an officer, standing close to me.

Oh crap! I’ve gotten us discovered, I thought as I stared at him in fear.

“Price, Price! There you are!” shouted MacMiller pretending that he lost me.

When the officer turned his attention to him, he asked, “What can I do for you, officer?”

“Is this your son?” the officer pointed out.

“Yes, he is,” answered MacMiller as he hugged me with his right arm.

I pretended to smile as he held onto me to look more authentic. The officer nodded his head and asked, “Where are you two heading?”

“I was wondering where to find the west district 141. I’ve been searching for it on the map for a while but can not find it,” MacMiller replied.

The officer put his hand out and said, “Mind handing me the map?”

“Sure thing,” MacMiller said and handed it to him.

While the officer browses through the map, I observe the crowd to see a girl with purple hair and a mask that has six eyes. When I blinked she disappeared. Who was that? I pondered, staring in the direction she once was.

“Here you go,” the officer said as he showed MacMiller where west district 141 was.

“Thanks, officer,” he thanked.

“Anytime. Oh, and it seems the President has already passed his checkpoint so, if you go straight then take a left. You’ll have to take another that street down to 131 then take another left and you’ll be in district 141. Hope you have a nice day,” the officer stated, removing the barracks for us to pass.

“Thank you, sir,” I thanked him, walking past him.

“Take care, kid,” the officer smiled. “Nice, to see the kid carrying his father’s gear for him. Reminds me of when I was with my father.” “Make sure to not stray too far from your pops again!” the officer yelled in the distance.

I gave him a thumbs up as we walked away from him and took his instructions to reach district 141.

“Thanks for saving me back there, I was kinda scared,” I confessed.

“Don’t worry about it. You should thank your team mate Scarlet for coming up with this idea and not me,” MacMiller smiled.

“I guess so.”

MacMiller stopped next to a tall abandoned building and said, “We’re here.” Looking up towards the building, I assumed it was an old apartment until I saw a sign, but I was unable to read it.

“Hey, Mac-”

“Don’t say anything until we get inside,” he interrupted.

When we got inside the building, it was filled with dust, broken down furniture, and spiderwebs. Walking across the shattered titles, dust clouds formed as I slowly pressed against them. Rats, mice, and insects crawled out of them as we pasted by. “How long was this abandoned?” I questioned.

“A long time ago, this used to be an orphanage. At least five thousand kids use to be here… now it's a ghost town,” he stated.

“I felt like this place meant something to him as he stood there staring at the damaged clock,” I pondered to myself. As I looked through the cloudy window, I saw a street: that wasn’t paved for years it seems and buildings not even painted in years either. “This is kinda depressing being here,” I whispered. I darted my eyes towards the flower pod that was covered in cobwebs and a few bugs inside of it.

“Come, let’s head up stairs,” MacMiller commanded.

“Yes, sir,” I said.

Every step we took made the staircase creek as our weight pressed down on the old wooden boards. “Does this place mean something to you, sir?”

“It does, I used to come here after finishing my military tours,” he answered.

“So, what happened?”

“I’ll tell you later, but what are we gonna do about that dog?” he questioned while pointing at it.

I smiled as I remembered the meat sandwich I ordered. “We’ll give it this.” After showing MacMiller the sandwich, he chuckled. As I came close to the stray dog, it quickly woke up and began to growl. I opened the bag and held the sandwich in my hand, offering it to the dog. The dog took my offer and began to feast on it. I petted it as it ate the sandwich. “See it worked.” I smiled as I turned to MacMiller.

As I opened my eyes, I realized that MacMiller wasn’t wearing his shades as he stood there frozen in time, staring at me. “Is something wrong, sir?” I questioned.

He shook his head and answered, “No, it's nothing.” He slowly placed his shades back on and walked towards another staircase.

“I guess, I reminded him of something in his past,” I whispered.

I got to the position, I would be taking my one and only shot at Mr. Zone.

“You know Scar, I always wonder what you are everytime I look at you,” MacMiller said as he stared at the sun in the distance.

“What do you mean?”

“You are kind, loyal, smart and willing to learn. Why did you choose this path of taking down someone like this if you’ll regret it?”

“I wouldn’t regret this decision, sir. For this is something, I have trained, studied and was dedicated to do. It's kinda complicated being in this situation, and I know I shouldn’t be the one judging others other than God. But I think it is the right choice to take him down,” I said, proudly.

MacMiller turned to me and saw the proud look on my face and my hand on my chest to show, I was certain. He took off his shades once again, with a proud smile on his face and said, “Then do us all a favor and take that bastard out.”

I stood firm and saluted, “You can count on me, sir!”