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Chapter 21 A New Side of Death

Evil awakens to the smell of bacon and eggs wafting through the house. He slowly rises out of the bed only to bump into Virus in the hall. "Hey sis how ya feeling?" He smiles bleakly but instead of responding she just shuffles to the kitchen. Evil rounds the corner to see Death standing there shirtless and cooking breakfast. Surprising Evil though is the way Death keeps smiling. "What the hell is wrong with you? Man you don't smile."

"Been thinking about how lucky i was to meet Angie. But I fear this is the calm before the storm. I didn't tell you about Angie's condition yesterday. I didn't want to worry you but I know you will figure out from the way I'll act that it isn't good. Evil, she's dying. She needs a transplant and unless she gets one soon she's joining the angels." Evil actually has a tear roll down his cheek. Without speaking he goes forward and gives Death a hug.

"I'm sorry man. If I could I'd change the past for you. But I can't. I'll keep you in check then. I don't want you going all crazy like me." Evil begins buttering the toast as Virus finally shuffles into the room. "God, sis you look like hammered out dog shit. Seriously." After finishing with the toast he sets the table. At the same time Death finishes the bacon and eggs and opens the stove. Inside is a cookie sheet filled with waffles. "Hell's yeah. I love those things." Death sets all three bowls on the tables and then pulls a pure white T-shirt on. He looks different then usual. Instead of the black suit he's wearing light blue jeans and his brown cowboy boots.

"I'm going to run to town. Watch over sis. I won't be long but if for some reason plans change I'll call."

"All right sounds good. But what do you have to do? I want to see Angie if that's what you are doing."

"No I have a couple errands to run. The three of us can go see Angie tonight. Sound good?"

"Yeah." They finish eating and Death pulls a black dress shirt on over the T-shirt but doesn't button it. The keys jingle as he walks by and pulls them of the hanger by the door. Then the door shuts and Evil begins to clear the table.
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The Impala pulls up to the airport thirty minutes later. Death gets out and puts on a pair of silver sunglasses with blue lenses. He looks at his face in the mirror and thinks they look pretty damn good on him. Well for being a guy that doesn't have skin any longer that is. Truth was he was getting used to looking like this. At first he had went to almost every professional plastic surgeon in the country trying to find one that could make him look normal again. But one right in Vegas was the reason he had changed his mind. Dr. Taert Niarb had known his occupation. Death had killed his brother for him just two weeks before his accident. Niarb had said that the accident would make disguises easier for Death and from then on Niarb had been the guy making Death's masks. It was his plane that Death now waited on. He watched in silence while leaning on the hood as Niarb's plane landed. Standing slowly he entered the airport. Niarb was short perhaps only standing five two or three. He was also of Chinese background though so that was understandable. He saw Death and slowly approached the man.

"Aw, Mr. Reaper. How can I help you? I must get back to my office quickly so I can spare only a minute. Perhaps you could stop by tomorrow?"

"Sorry Dr. But I don't have much time. I need a huge favor. Let's discuss it on the way to your office. I'll drive." Niarb follows Death to the Impala and as soon as both doors click shut he continues. "Russian president Viktor Fyodor is coming to town in three days. I need a mask that looks just like his face. No flaws. I'll pay you three million to make sure this is done right.

Not done yet. sorry went to bed. will finish later

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All right here is the rest of the chapter.

"Three million. That's two million more than you've ever offered before."
"Well this has to be perfect. I'm going to pose as the Russian president. I can't really afford for it to go wrong."
"All right. Pick it up at the normal spot tomorrow night. Later Death." Niarb walks away and Death grabs some dark shades off a nearby table. Might as well head into town and see Dravis he thinks as he walks back to the car. Fifteen minutes later he is walking into the church. Sitting in the middle of the sanctuary however is a man covered in tattoos everywhere. His face looks like a clown's mask.
"Who the hell are you?" Death pulls his knife silently as the man stands up.
"Now come on you should know me. I studied at the Reaper academy same as you. But then again you thought I was a waste of time back then. Pushed me around and even told got me pulled from active duty due to an itchy trigger finger. Remember me now?"
"Oh my god. You're Jonathon Muerto. AKA Psycho. I remember you killing three of us Reaper boys in a training session just for your own sick amusement. I also remember being told they killed you. Just not eh?"
"Nope not quite. You see Dravis had me put in an asylum for a while but then just a couple days ago I escaped. So I thought I'd pay Dravis a visit. You are just a bonus." Psycho takes a step towards Death and a silver flash at his wrist catches Death's eye. Spring loaded blades. He jumps forward and both blades spring forward. Death avoids them both and embeds the knife in the throat of his attacker.
"Who sent you?
"KGB I work for Russia." He dies seconds later and Death is perplexed. Why would Russia be involved with Free Lives and why would Russia want Anderson dead? Death grabbed a room at a local motel and gave Evil a call to tell him he wouldn't be back that night. The next day he grabs his mask from an abandoned train station then drives to the spot where Fyodor will be meeting Anderson. He makes some notes and then drives home. After updating Evil on everything Death grabs a bottle of Vodka and allows fatigue, weariness, and confusion to pull him into darkness until he can further investigate in two days.

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It's Been Quite Some Time, But Here Is The New Chapter...

Chapter 22. Old Alliances

Evil finishes clearing the table, and notices Virus is still sitting there looking down "You okay sis? you havent been yourself lately." he asks, she simply walks into her room and locks the door.
A few moments later the phone rings, Evil doesnt bother to answer, instead he goes into the living room and picks up his new Warlock bass, then the answering machine starts, he recognized the voice, it was one of the British Commandos he worked with in a joint task force, Evil immediately picks up the phone and yells "how are you still alive?!" the man says nothing and hangs up the phone. He immediately runs into his bedroom and pulls out his Silver Colt, then runs to the living room, three black SUVs pull up outside the house, before Evil can load the gun, a man taps his shoulder and politely says "my employer would like to meet you." Evil grabs his hand and breaks it in an instant, the man falls to the floor clenching his hand, then everything goes black and within a matter of seconds, Evil is un concious.
Hours later, Evil awakens, his head is splitting with pure agony and blood is dripping out of his mouth, the walls are covered in blood and cracks from blunt force, Virus is no wheres to be seen, all the rooms are empty and theres only corpses on the floor, he finally climbs to his feet and out the door.
He gets in his car and looks in the mirror, his face is cut badly and he mumbles "W..what the hell?" then a car pulls down the road and a man gets out, and runs over "Jesus man, you alright?" Evil stares at the man then answers "yeah i think so, who are you?" the man responds "Oi, its me, Jones, remember? I was the C.O. with the british task force" Evil snaps his fingers and says "Yeah, i thought you died in the convoy attack...." then grabs the glock out of the glove compartment and presses it against the man's temple. Jones puts his hand on the gun and lowers it, then quietly says "if you wish for your friend and his woman to survive, i suggest you come with me" they get in his car and go to the Airport.
After a 12 hour flight, they arrive in a town called Brierley Hill, Jones looks at him and hits him in the shoulder then says "Here We Are" Evil looks at him and says "why are we here?" Jones pauses then replies "ah, straight to the point I guess, well, some Russians had a hand in the collapse of the Task Force, they planned for me to be killed, but I made it out of the convoy, and hijacked one of their Hind D's, the pilot said something about an agency called Free Lives, and after peicing together the political shitstorm you and your friend created, I found out Free Lives has a base in Siberia." Evil nods his head and replies "so when do we get to mess some ruskies up?" Jones simply answers "not untill tomorrow when the team is ready" Evil cuts him off and yells "Team?!" Jones nods and replies "a new group I'm part of, it's called Residence, we're a PMC company" Evil shrugs and stays silent.
As Evil and Jones grab some weapons out of the trunk of the Aston Martin, a man in black fatigues runs up to them and taps Jones on the shoulder, Jones jumps and spins around, the man just stands there looking puzzled then says "Uh....The team is ready man" Jones nods and pulls an AKS-74 out and looks the man in the eyes, then calmly says "don't ever sneak up on me again." Evil takes the magazine out of Jones's gun without him noticing and says "C'mon man, we got some Ruskies to Waste"...

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