Deck of 52: Aces High I

I awoke with a splitting headache. I raised my head and saw a man, donning black robes with a hood that enclosed his face with some sort of symbol. As I tried to move, I noticed that I was tied to a chair. There was something thick, wet, and warm oozing down my naked chest like syrup. The hooded man walked up to me and said laughingly, "Welcome to Mordhaus, F.B.I scum." Before I could get a better look him, a fist pounded the right side of my face, and then another hit hammered my chest, then I felt an explosion of pain on my jaw. The hooded man strolled away from me, and then turned the lights on. He walked back over to me, and hit a metal lamp shade that was hanging from the ceiling above my head. It started to swing. With the light on, I started to make out a pool of blood underneath the chair I was tied to. Through blurry eyes, I saw my reflection in the pool. I opened my mouth, because it hurt like hell. Some of my teeth were chipped. I felt throbbing pain on my chest, then looked down, and saw a knife with fresh blood on it. I looked at my naked chest and saw I had long and painful cuts on it. I also noticed my artificial eye was offline, so it wasn't healing my wounds like it was supposed to. After a couple of minutes, static burst into my right eye. I blinked a couple of times to activate it. When it flickered on, I tried to scan the room with the eye, but the results were inconclusive. This eye has its limits, but it saved my ass on tons of missions.

I got this cybernetic implant when I was tracking The Jack of Spades. He was a member of a group of assassins called the Spades. I cornered him in the middle of his assassination attempt; he was trying to kill a U.S senator. We were in a huge hotel room, and he was holding a giant black sniper rifle kneeling in front of a window. I shot at him and missed. He took a shot at his target and missed. I shot at him again, hitting him in the shin. He rolled on his back and slid a grenade near me. I jumped backwards to avoid the explosion, but a piece of searing metal shrapnel slashed through my eye. I yelled in agonizing pain as I was leaning on a wall outside of the room. When I regained my composure – though my right eye was bleeding profusely – I ran up to The Jack and shot him twice in the head, exploding his blood all over the off-white carpet. The government gave me this eye because I get shit dead and done. I've hunted down and killed every one of the top Spades, except for one.

I looked back up, and the guard was half way out of the room talking to someone. I could only hear a ringing sound in my ears. My chest was cut to hell, my mouth felt like I just bit into a piece of steel, and one of my legs had a couple of gunshot wounds in it. I looked back in the pool of blood that was splattered on the grey granite floor. A few of strands of my black hair were hanging in front of my real eye, which felt like it was going to pop out of my skull. My artificial eye had a feint green glow as it started to heal the damage done to my body. Then the guard completely stepped out of the room and slammed the door. Just as the sound of a large metal clank reverberating around the room ceased, and the light above my head stopped swinging. A female's voice crackled over an intercom: "I hope you're enjoying your stay, because you'll be here for a while."
"Where are you, coward? Where the hell am I?" I yelled.
"In one of the Spade's compounds," it said dryly, like it was bored.
"Why don't you just kill me?" I yelled. "I'm not giving any information to your sorry asses!"
"I don't need any information. Just reprisal." the voice said menacingly.
I heard the metal door creep open and saw a woman's figure veiled in the darkness of the room slink in. I assumed it was the owner of the voice. As she turned off the light she said, "Steven Woodsworth." She stepped forwards swaying her hips in a strangely familiar way. She saw my eye glowing green and said calmly, "We can't have that now, can we?" She came closer to me, sat on my lap, and jammed her fingers in my eyes. My artificial eye cut off for a second then flickered back on. Dazed, I shook my head the yelled,
"You bitch! What the hell do you want?"
"Honestly, I want you… I just want you out of the way."
My eyes started to adjust to the darkness. I started to make out her features. She had long hair that hung past her shoulders, but wasn't that tall, maybe 5'6''. She slithered back towards the door and turned on two, bright, flood-lights that were pointed at me. I turned my head away from the bright lights and then I looked back at her. The women walked up to me, and I almost shit myself it was my wife of fifteen years, Alexandria.
"Why?" I said confused. "There is no way you're the Ace of Spades." I stated. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I am the Ace of Spades. For a veteran F.B.I agent you sure let that one slip by." she said mockingly, patting me on the face. "Don't be sad honey. This is all for the greater good, to stop the organization," she added in a sarcastically sweet way.
"What organization?" I said hastily.
"We were part of The Deck of 52," She retorted.
"Were? Whatever, I will kill you like every other scumbag Spade I've killed." She turned to me and punched me in the stomach, it felt like being hit by a brick. As she started walked away I yelled while coughing "Where the hell are you going!"
"I'm off to fix a leak." She said ominously.
She backpedaled, then turned slowly into the dimly lit part of the room then went out the room. The guard followed, turning off the lights. I slumped down in the chair. To digest this new info, I thought to myself. My wife is the world's deadliest assassin. She is part of a secret organization, which is on a mission doing only god knows what, while I'm tied to a chair in a Spades' compound with no weapons, getting periodically beaten by some damn guard. How did I not notice she was an assassin? I really think there's a god, because only a divine figure can screw me this hard.

Hours passed. After just hacking up a chunk of blood the size of a lemon, I heard the guard coming back for his torture rounds. He came into the room. I heard a steel chain rattling in his hand. Just then I started my escape. I rammed the guard with the chair, breaking the back part of the chair, freeing my hands. Then I turned the lights on, grabbed a sharp piece of splintered wood that broke off the chair, and stabbed the guard in the back of the neck. I opened the heavy metal door, and some of the Spades must have heard the guard screaming, since they were heading this way. I pressed my body against the wall near the doorway and waited for the Spades to walk in. After the first Spade walked in, I kicked him down and took his gun while he fell. The second Spade ran backwards and sounded an alarm. I shot the Spade I kicked to the ground, and then I turned to the second Spade as he started to run down the corridor. I ran out of the room and shot him in the back a couple times before he fell. The piercing shriek of the alarm shot through the corridors of the compound. I took the guards' black robes that were surprisingly heavy, cold, and metallic to the touch. I started the descent down the corridor.
The alarm's lights were flashing red. I turned the corner, and was met with a volley of gunfire and got hit in the leg twice. I hid behind a wall and saw two Spades around the corner. I shot both of them in the head, and then I peered around the corner to see if any more were stampeding towards me. I then put on the Spade's robes. When I put the hood up, it tightened around my face and a dark visor closed over my eyes revealing a Spade symbol. For some reason, the technology felt similar to my eye. I heard a monotone voice over the intercom that stated, "Two minutes until self-destruct."
"Damn," I grunted to myself. No one bothered me when I had the Spade disguise on. The eye already started to heal my legs, but it was happening very slowly, because it ran on my brain's pulses which were low from being shot and tortured. Following a group of Spades, that were yelling at each other in Italian, I ran down the dark blue corridors that twisted like a maze from hell.
"One minute until self-destruct." The monotone voice said. As the moon shone in from outside, the intercom counted down from fifty nine. One of the guards shouted from a watchtower
"Where is the prisoner?!"
"Dead, let's get the hell outta here!" I yelled back. It wasn't far from the truth. I felt empty. The compound exploded into a giant fire ball. It shook the ground and the people still inside flew up in there air, and then impacted on the ground. There bones sounded like carrots being bit into. Debris flew everywhere. The foundation of "Mordhaus" was littered with fire, bodies, and rubble. I looked around, and saw the Spades running to black jeeps mounted with machine guns. They were going south. To my guess towards a shore. I ran through a forest the same direction the Spades were going. I went a couple of miles before deciding to rest. I couldn't light a fire because the Spades would see the smoke. It wouldn't matter anyway, because it started to rain. Cold, wet, hungry, physically and emotionally scarred. I went to sleep wondering what I will see in my dreams.

"Steven where do you want to go for dinner tonight, you do remember it is your birthday?" Alexandria said, smiling her perfect white teeth at me. For some reason I didn't respond. She said something, but all I heard was a muffled voice like my ears had something in them. I looked around and saw I was at my home office. She seemed worried as I got up from my desk. She seemed even more worried and scared as I continued not to answer her. I flipped over the desk and jolted over to Alexandria. I seized her by the neck and started to strangle her.

I woke up in a cold sweat early in the morning, panting heavily. The forest floor was covered by a thick fog; the sun was rising from the bottom of the horizon. The sky was light orange, which became a darker blue then a lighter blue. The moon had faded in the sky.My wounds were mostly healed by the stem cells the eye produces. I turned on the eye's thermal vision like the other programs, which were activated by thought. I picked myself up from the damp forest floor then dusted my robes and started to trek through the forest. "How did I not realize my wife was the Ace," I thought to myself. "Why did she choose now to do this?" I thought back to the time when we heard the news of our son. She was devastated. "No. I can't think of this now. Now she is just another target, and I'm just on another mission." I know I wanted it to be that easy, but it couldn't be.


I continued walking south. Hours passed and the moon was high in the sky cradled by the vast, purple space when I arrived at the docks. The docks were bustling with the Spades; they were packing supplies on a giant black and blood red ship. As the Spades were packing the cargo ship, a man with a giant scripted white ten on the back of his all black robes was shouting,
"All the Ones and Twos keep packing the ammo and guns. Threes and Fours sweep the forest for that maggot. I know for a fact our guest isn't dead. Proceed with caution. He killed the King, Queen, and the Jack of Spades! Go in groups and keep communications up! NOW MOVE OUT!"
I turned and dashed into the forest and turned the thermal vision on. There was a group of Spades coming on my left, so I hid behind a tree. I turned off the thermal vision then activated the eye's targeting system, then started to shoot them with my Carbine, hitting them all in the head. While I was checking how much ammo I had left, a fifth Spade crept around a tree, so I shot him in the foot, kicked him down to the ground, and then shot him in the head. One of the Spade's corpses had grenades on it, so I took them. I saw two more groups coming to my right. They were bunched up pretty tight, so I lobbed a grenade towards them, and then threw the other one like a baseball. When they exploded, it knocked down some trees and killed the Spades. As I was creeping through the forest the commander shouted,
"Fours, set fires to the forest. Let's get outta here, we're on a strict time schedule."
All I heard were the flamethrowers igniting making a clicking sound then a loud hiss. The fire engulfed the trees quickly like gluttonous pigs. I ran to their flanks shooting at them from behind. I shot one in the head and three others in the neck. One of the Spades whipped around quickly and ignited his flamethrower. It singed my arm as I rolled behind a crate. The commander yelled, "Ones get on the ship. Twos, get in the speed boats and take out any coast guards that see you!" I popped out of the cover and shot the Spade with the flamethrower in the head.
His blood splattered all over the crates he was near. The commander turned to me and said "Well it's down to me and you. The Head Spades were my good friends of mine. They never liked you, but the Ace did. She would make sure no hits were put on you. It's only when you killed her brother she decided to capture you. She still didn't kill you though. I won't make the same mistake" He took out his gun from his holster on his hip then shot at me grazing my leg. I ducked behind a crate and popped out and shot him in the arm, making him drop his weapon. Then I shot him in the leg, dropping him to the ground. I walked up to him as he tried to reach for his weapon. I said,
"Shut up." Then I shot him in the head four times, I threw the gun I had away, and picked the commander's Glock-17. "Hmm, this will do just fine," I said to myself. I got in the last boat. It was black as the void, and had blood red seats with a snakeskin pattern. It had a crimson Spade insignia on it. When I hopped in the boat, I saw a G.P.S with the path set to Italy. I revved up the engine, and it began to move forward, slicing through the water. The water was black as a cast iron pot, and choppy as all hell. The sheer white moon was shimmering off the black water. When I finally got to the shipping port, the Spades were still unpacking supplies onto trucks. I got out of the boat, then hid behind a shipping container, and then slept for the night.

When I woke up, I climbed a ladder up to the pier, and saw that the Spades were guarding the ships. I saw one Spade getting out of a jeep, two in front of a ramp to leading to the ship, and a patrol onboard the ship. I was still wearing the Spade robes, so I put the hood up, then I walked up to the two Spades in front of the ramp. I said, "Where's the Ace? I need to talk to her. The Ten of Spades is dead!" I slowly put my hand on my gun to get ready if they saw through my guise. They turned their heads and look at each other. I heard a Jeep screech to a stop behind me. I turned and saw a Spade without his hood up. He was white, had neck length blonde hair, blue eyes, and he was about 6'2'' around my height. He asked one of the Spades,
"Wer zum Teufel ist das?"
"Er sagt, er isthier, um das Ass zu sprechen. Er sagt, der ten ist tot," the Spade near the ramp responded."
My eye started to translate the rest of the conversation. The Blonde Spade then said,
"Er könnte der Gefangener sein." The eye translated in small white text. He said,
*He might be the prisoner.*
As I grasped my gun even tighter, the blonde Spade asked me in a heavy German accent "What is your rank Spade?" I'm glad they couldn't see my face, because I felt a bead of sweat racing down my face.
"Two." I said easing myself away so my back wasn't to the other Spades. When I got far enough for me to feel somewhat comfortable I lashed out my gun. As the Spades fumbled to get their guns out, I shot the Spades that was farthest from me in the head. I shoved the other Spade near the ramp into the water then ran to the blonde Spade and pistol whipped him in his face knocking him unconscious. As he lay on the ground knocked out, I picked him up, and threw him over my shoulder. As I walked to the jeep I heard the Spades on the boat yelling frantically. They saw me putting the blonde Spade into the jeep and started to shoot at me. I ducked into the car and slammed my foot on the gas, the jeep's tires shrieked and bullets ricocheted off the metal body. I started to think about my Alexandria. How long has she been working for these people? I drove away with the blonde Spade in the jeep until I got far enough away from the shooting. I stopped outside of an empty warehouse. I got out of the jeep and walked up to the rusted metal door and pulled it up. I went back to the jeep, and drove it inside the dimly lit warehouse. I got out, and then brought the Spade outside and laid him down on the damp, dirty ground behind the jeep. I took his robes off then tied him up with the heavy tow wire attached to the jeep. I got out my gun then removed my robes and replaced them with the Blonde Spade's robes. As I started to close the rusty steel door, the Spade woke up then tried to squirm out of the wires. Then he said frantically,
"Wo zum Teufel bin ich?" He looked around. Then he saw me and said. "You F.B.I piece of Abschaum. Where they hell am I?"
"You are in hell now. Tell me where Alexandria is and I'll set you free, and maybe give you a running start." I told him without batting an eye. He started to gather phlegm at the back of his throat and spat on my boot.
"Rot in hell, you shit!" He exclaimed. I looked down at my boots, shook my head, and then I kicked him in the face. As his blood was dripping down his face and from his mouth, he smiled and said, "You think I will betray the Ace? You can't comprehend what she'll do to me if I survive."
I hung my head, as he started to squirm around again. I pulled out my gun then shot him in the leg. He let out a loud yell, then started to laugh and said "F.B.I Abschaum, is that all you have?"
"I just want to know where my wife is." I said with a sigh. "I know if I leave you here she won't be happy that you didn't stop me" The blonde Spade wriggled his way on his back then sat up. He laid his body against the back of the jeep. He looked into my eyes and asked.
"You… you are married to this woman?"
"Yes." I responded angrily
"When you killed her brother, the Jack, three years ago, did she stay at home much?"
"No. We had a "trial of separation after I killed him" I haven't seen her since. Until, she captured me."
"That's when she broke away from the Clubs, and the rest of the Organization." He muttered quietly to himself. "We, of course, all stayed loyal to her, but she has gone crazy. Going against the Clubs and dividing the Organization was a bad idea, even…" he stopped himself from saying something "Go to the club called 'Il Mazzo', they should be some information there. Now please just kill me." He closed his eyes and hung his head down. I aimed my gun at his head and pushed it closer and closer until it was pressed against his forehead.
"Where is this club?" I asked.
"The suit should work like your eye; it has a G.P.S to the club."
"How the hell did you know about the eye?" I asked pressing the gun harder against his head.
"Most people loyal to the Clubs know what that thing is." He said while smiling. I had no time for cryptic bullshit so I pulled the trigger splattering his head on the back of the jeep. I put the robe's hood up and when the visor closed I noticed a feint white vertical line sweep across the visor. When I activated my eye, text came across the visor,
Now connecting to Neo Optic Please Hold …
Connected.
I activated the G.P.S and looked up "Il Mazzo". It wasn't that far from the shipping yard. Just in walking distance. Good thing, because I shouldn't drive around Italy with a blood covered jeep. I pulled the warehouse door up stepped out then pulled it down. I looked around at the vast sea and then started run to the club which is "The Deck" in English. I walked through the busy streets cluttered with buildings. People would look at me, but never look at my face like they knew not to disrespect the Spades.
When I finally reached club, it was gigantic, like the size of an airplane hangar. They were at east twenty black Spade jeeps going into a parking structure. I followed the jeeps into the shadowy parking structure and went into the club through a side door. Lights were flashing red and white, as a song was just finishing. Then "Ace of Spades" by Motor Head started to play. The guitar started to jam then the drums started to thunder. My wife hated that song. That's pretty damn ironic if you ask me. I walked up to a Spade, standing by the bar counter as he surveyed the club. I said "I need to speak to the Ace. It is regarding the prisoner." He looked me up and down, and then he signaled me to follow him. We wadded through a sea of people that were dancing and drinking. He held his hand out to stop me and then he went into a room. I turned on my thermal eye, and saw two figures. It seemed like the guy in charge was yelling at the Spade who brought me here. He stopped yelling and went to a table and picked up what looked like a gun. That was my signal for a retreat. I shot up twice at the ceiling to clear the club. The entire club broke out into chaos; everybody was yelling and screaming, ducking under tables for cover, and trying to run out. I saw the bouncer pull out a gun, so I jumped behind a chair. Spades started to pour in from the side of the club, all cloaked in their black metallic robes, all holding giant black Carbines. "God damn it!" I said, sighing to myself. I started to shoot at the Spades, and they returned fire. I got up from behind the small metal chair and zigzagged through the screaming bystanders huddled under tables. As I jumped behind the bar, I was shot in the leg. With all the Spades shooting it was like dodging rain. "Shit!" I yelled to myself. I looked to the left of me and saw the bartender in the fetal position. As the M4 fire continued it shattered the glass, and whizzed over my head like cars on the highway. My boss Jim Parker contacted me through my eye. He yelled,
"What the hell are you doing in Italy? We need you. The Spades are attacking field offices in the all over the U.S!"
"I'm in the middle of something." I said as I popped up from the counter and took out the three closest Spades. The lights were now pulsating red and black. One of the Spades yelled out, "Ottenere l'inferno di persone qui!" as he waved his gun towards the exit. I jumped from behind the counter shooting at the Spades while running to a table. I flipped the table over and blindly shot around it. I ran towards the crowd of people stampeding towards the door and shot three spades. When I finally got out that black and crimson nightmare I ran as fast as I could, while I contacted the Chief.
"Sir, Alexandria is the Ace of Spades!" I said, while I was looking behind me to see if anyone was following me. I heard police sirens coming towards me, so I ran down a dark, musky, alleyway. I leaned against a wall and pulled down my hood.
"Slow the hell down. Alexandria is the Ace of Spades?" he paused for a second "That is troubling. Where the hell` are you?"
"I'm in Italy. Some town, Calabria I guess."
"Alright, we have your position. We'll be sending a helicopter over there; I'll send you the coordinates. It'll take you to an airport." The Chief responded.
"Thank you sir, see you when I get there, over and out." I said.
I took off the hood and stated to walk to the coordinates the Chief sent me. On the way there I was trying to figure out, what was my wife's endgame. I am sure she's going to try to kill the Chief, but why didn't she just do it. Why is she attacking the field offices around the country? When I got to where the Chief's coordinates sent me, which was a hospital, I trekked up the stairs. As I finally got to the roof, the helicopter was just arriving. I let out a sigh of relief. When it landed, I climbed into the roaring helicopter. The pilot yelled over the helicopter jokingly asking,
"What's with the fancy dress Woodsworth; going to a ball?"
"Go to hell. Wake me when we get to the airport." I said flatly.
"Sure thing." He replied."

"Where the hell am I?" I said as I looked around. I was in a graveyard. It looked like the ground was oozing fog. I walked through the moss covered ground and saw a giant grey family crypt. I felt at the cold stone, until I grabbed a painted chipped rusty steel handle. I pulled the massive door open and then slowly crept down the stairs leading into the dark. After I descended the stairs, I saw two coffins on my left, two coffins to my right, and in front of me was a single standing coffin. As I walked towards the standing coffin, I saw the all black coffin had a gilded Spade symbol on the front of it. As I got even closer it creaked open and a small boy's body fell out face first. I jumped back and bumped into something. I turned around and saw the King, Queen, and Jack of Spades were behind me as degenerated corpses still with the bullet holes in them. Their green rotting bodies just stood there, as their soulless black eyes stared at me. I kneeled down then turned the boy's body over. I saw a little boy that shared features of my wife and me. He had my hazel eyes, my wife's brown hair, my big nose, and my wife's mouth. It was my son! "Woodsworth!" a voiced yelled out.


"What the fuck!" I woke up yelling and panting heavily.
"Geeze buddy, calm down, we're landing at the airport now." The helicopter pilot said. As we landed I thought about that crazy ass dream. I whispered to myself.
"He can't be. He's-" I stopped myself
"What's that sir?" the pilot said
"Nothing," I replied.
I hopped out of the helicopter and ducked my head under its blades as they slowed to a stop. I saw an agent waving me over to a small black personal jet. As the door folded out, the Chief was trying contact me. "Sir?" I asked
"The Spades just attacked our H.Q!" he yelled
"Was Alex there?" I asked longing for vengeance.
"No, she wasn't. Or at least I don't think she was here," he responded.
"Do you know anything about this organization she is part of?" I asked.
"We'll talk about that later." He said. I walked up the stairs, and then sat in the comfy chair of the jet. I sat on the jet forcing myself not to sleep, for three hours, with nothing to do. It was more painful than being tortured by the Spades. When we finally landed at an airport in D.C, we took a helicopter to the F.B.I headquarters.

When we were flying to the H.Q, I looked down from the helicopter, and the streets looked like they were hit with an earthquake. Cars were flipped over and on fire; jeeps mounted with machine-guns were crashed into buildings, and about a hundred EMTs and paramedics picking up bodies and putting them into body bags. When we landed on our H.Q, the J. Edgar Hoover Building, I raced down the stairs. I stopped at the 5th floor and walked into the hallway. There I saw extinguished fires and F.B.I agents walking up and down the hallways sluggishly, hanging their heads. One looked up at me and said,
"Where the hell were you Woodsworth?"
I said "Not now newbie," not wanting to hear anyone's shit. I went into my office, and took off the Spade robes throwing them into a corner. I walked over to the giant window, and pulled open the blinds. As the sunlight penetrated the darkness, it revealed the midnight blue office room. I walked over to my closet and took out and put on a black shirt followed by a black flight jacket. I walked over to the next room over. Before I opened the door fully the Chief said,
"Welcome back Woodsworth."
The Chief's phone wrung.
"Hello?" He asked. "Damn it to hell! We'll be right there; I'll bring my best man."
"What happened Ch-?"Before I could finish, he said.
"The field office in New York is under attack. Come on Woodsworth, we could use you."
"Yes sir." I replied.
I ran down the hall to the stairwell then went to the armory on the 3rd floor. I then got my favorite gun, the Glock-17, some ammo, threw off my jacket, and then put on a bullet proof vest. The Chief and I ran to the roof, and got into a gun-ship. I looked back, and saw drop-ships carrying machinegun mounted jeeps. I turned and looked into the Chief's eyes, he looked worried, but who wouldn't be.
When we reached the NY field office, it looked like a warzone. We couldn't even land on their helipad; we had to go to a hospital's. When we landed, we ran down the stairs. We arrived at the road. The drop-ships had already placed the five jeeps on the closed-off road. The Chief and I got into the one in front. The Chief yelled,
"Get behind me and Woodsworth two-by-two." When we were about half way down the block, the Chief gave me a book. I saw that he was sweating.
"What's wrong sir?" I asked.
"When someone calls you read that book O.K." He replied. "No questions."
"Yes sir." I said, with a raised eyebrow. I shoved it in my vest wondering what was in it.
As we got closer to the field office, I could hear gun shots in the distance; then all of the sudden, I heard a shot from a sniper from a top of a near-by roof. My ears were ringing loudly. I looked to the Chief, and he was hit in the chest. I looked behind me and there was blood splattered on my arm. The agents started to shoot at the sniper with the machineguns. I looked up, and saw a slim female figure.
"Someone take him to the hospital!" I yelled as took the Chief and brought to a jeep behind me. One of the agents got out and followed me to the jeep in front of the caravan. I started to rev the engine as the agent mounted the machinegun.
I saw my wife getting into a black van. Its tires' shrieked as it careened down a wide ally. I slammed my foot on the gas, and the other agents followed suit. When we got behind the van its back doors swung open, and the Spades started to shoot at us. I drove through garbage cans and scraping the walls of the ally trying to get out of the way of the gunfire. The agents started to return fire, taking out about three of the Spades. When the alleyway started to go into a street, I saw a Spade holding a R.P.G. He shot it at us, forcing me to violently turn out of the ally and into the street. The rocket hit one of the jeeps behind me blocking the other jeeps. I turned the jeep back around to follow the van. Then I yelled at the gunner, "Shoot the guy with the damn R.P.G!"As he started to shoot, my wife popped out of the passenger side window, and shot my gunner in the neck. "Fuck." I muttered to myself. I pulled myself out of the driver's seat and then threw my gunner's body on the gas pedal and got on the gun. I started to shoot out the van's tires, while my jeep started to swerve into a wall scraping it aggressively. The van tried to turn with the destroyed tires, but it flipped over in front of a building. I bailed out of the jeep as it ran into a building across the street from me. My wife crawled out of the wreckage holding a giant black sniper rifle and said,
"How the hell are you still alive? You never did give up."
"So how's the trail of separation treating ya!" I grunted bitterly.
"Fine. I got to think about how I should kill you!" She yelled back. She shot at me, grazing my arm
"Why the hell are you doing this? How the hell was I supposed to know that the Head Spades were your family? "
She rolled from behind the wreckage and sprayed a barrage of bullets at me. Two hit me in the chest before I could get out of the way. I ducked behind the flaming car and held my chest. I threw off my bullet-proof vest as she yelled back,
"Damn you! My brother and I wanted nothing to do with this. And our son…" she popped back out, so I shot at her gun and making it fly out of her hands.
"You really are too damn good." She said smiling "Stopping you would have brought the Clubs to their knees."She vaulted over to her weapon, so I shot her in the leg and ran up to her and kicked it away from her.
"Why would you betray me for the Spades if you didn't want to be part of them?" I asked.
"I had my reasons…. What now Steven?" she replied.
"You know I can't let you live." I said solemnly.
"You don't know what the Organization has done to us." She retorted.
"Enlighten me." I snapped back.
"No. If I told you, you would try to go against them. You wouldn't last a day." She said laughing. The hand that I was holding my gun in was trembling. I repeated in my head over and over that this was just another mission, but it wasn't that easy. It couldn't be.
"So what, now you care what happens to me." I said sourly.
"Yes. If you die, no one will be able to raise him."
"What are-" before I could finish she tried to slid her hand down her leg to reach for another gun. I quickly shot her in the head. I looked at her dead body with my gun still pointed at her. "You crazy bitch," I said with a sorrowful sigh. I lowered my gun, and then my phone started to ring.
"Mr.Woodsworth it is time you learned about the Organization."
"Who the fuck, are you?" I yelled.
"Oh, where are my manners. I'm Mr. Club the leader of the organization. Read the book. Goodbye Woodsworth."