Chapter 6: When Pops Met Ray Tay!

*Disclaimer/Warning/Note from the author *
This latest chapter contains some graphic content as one of the characters retells the traumatic details of her being sexually assaulted by a client and about physical abuse.The characters in my story are purely fictional and any relation to anyone living or dead and incident is purely coincidental. As the author of this story, it was really hard to write something like this. I do not condone or wish to glorify such behaviour as spousal abuse or sexual assault. I find such acts deplorable and sickening! My intention is to draw attention to the fact it happens all to often in our world and it needs to STOP!.. It is something that can leave huge emotional scars and anyone can be a victim with the largest amount being women.Women who have experienced sexual assault are more likely to attempt suicide. In Canada, where I am from, these are some of the stats, which I found on Sacha.ca , only 5% of survivors report to police and there are 460,000 sexual assaults in Canada every year. Out of every 1000 sexual assaults 33 of those being reported to police, 29 are recorded as a crime, 12 have charges laid, 6 are prosecuted, 3 lead to conviction and 997 assailants walk free.
-1 in 3 women will experience some form of sexual violence in their lifetime
-1 in 6 men will experience some form of of sexual violence in their lifetime
-Only 1 in 3 Canadians understand what sexual consent means
-Clothes don't cause rape.
-Over 80% of women with disabilities will be sexually abused in their lifetime
-Sexual assault victimization rates are 5 times higher for women under the age of 35.
- In 99% of sexual assaults, the accused perpetrator is male.
-Most perpetrators don't consider themselves perpetrators.
-The perpetrator is known to the victim in 82% of sexual assaults.
-Women with disabilities are 3 times as likely to be sexually assaulted.
-The yearly economic costs of sexual violence is $4.8 billion, compared to gun violence at $3.1 billion
            Costs to victims
Medical-$113 million
Lost Productivity-$211 million
Pain and Suffering- $4.3 billion

    Costs To Society
Criminal Justice System-$150 Million
Social Services-$32 Million
Employer Losses-$18 Million

-It is estimated that between 15-25% of North American college and university-aged women will experience some form of sexual assault during their academic career.
-Alcohol is most commonly used drug in grub facilitated sexual assaults
-only 2-8% of rape claims are false reports
-28% of Canadians say they have been on the receiving end of unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favours or sexually charged talk while on the job.
-91% of men would like to intervene if they knew someone was in a violent relationship
-Women or girls are five times more likely to experience sexual violence than males.
-53% of survivors in a survey responded that they did not report their sexual assault because they were not confident in the police. Two out of three responded that they were not confident i the criminal justice system in general.

The following stats are taken directly from the Violence Against Women Learning Network newsletter on sexual violence:
-Women in the NWT and Nunavit are at 9-12X greater risk of experiencing sexual violence than women in other provinces.
-6 out of 10 Deaf female students in the U.S. experienced at least 1 form of sexual coercion in an intimate relationship.
-Almost 1 in 4 sexual assault victims reporting in to medical treatment centres in Ontario were suspected to have been drugged.
-About 80% of sexual assaults against older women(55-87yrs) occurred in their homes.
-About 1 in 4 sexual assaults against younger women in Canada occurred in a vehicle.
-1 in 5 individuals in Canada experienced physical/sexual violence in an intimate relationship, with bisexual women reporting this type of violence most often followed by gay men, lesbian women, and bisexual males.

Let's end sexual assault!!
For more information on this topic there are many helpful websites that you can find online.
If you are a victim of sexual assault, report it to your local authorities, they can put you in contact with victims services in your area to receive support. They can also put you in contact with other support groups and community resources such as sexual assault crisis centres, psychological services or other service providers. below is a link to the RCMP which has a pretty detailed information page for sexual assault survivors.   http://www.rcmp-grc.gc.ca/en/information-sexual-assault-survivors

Hope you enjoy my latest story!

The Group Leader puts down his walkie talkie, hanging it loosely in his hand dangling by his right leg as he walks back towards the others. The Group Leader stops, closes his eyes and takes in a few deep breathes. He tries to fight back every emotion he is feeling, death and tragedy has been all too familiar to him. Looking at the others in the old mechanical room he turns his back to them and starts to walk away slowly so they cannot see his grief. Halfway across the room the Group Leader stops and pauses, he than proceeds to look up at the dark grey concrete ceiling and looks up at it letting out a sorrowful sigh. The Group Leader pulls out the old faded picture of his long lost love Samantha from his pants pocket and whispers to it as tears start to well up in the corners of his eyes," Okay, so long as you promise to take care of her!.. I promise to not let these others die down here!" Large tear drops start to flow down from his dark green eyes through the worry lines by his eyes and down his cheeks one after another in rapid succession. Many of those tears land on the old photograph, the Group Leader notices this and wipes the photograph against his light tan military t-shirt stained with Joan's blood.

Hannah still sits holding the hand of the lifeless body of Joan in her own tiny hands. She rocks back and forth quickly, her head hanging down as tears flow down her dark green eyes.

Grace walks up to her, kneels down beside her, tears are also coming out of her own eyes. Placing her right arm around her shoulder compassionately she says to Hannah," You did everything you could!... There was nothing else you could do! You said it yourself." Holding even tighter onto Joan's hand through the tears Hannah slowly responds," Yeah but if... if I... I had just tried a lit..little harder maybe I could have saved he.he..her!" Grace gently replies," Oh honey!.. You did fine!.. I don't think the even the best surgeon in the world could have done anything!.. You gave her a few more moments of life to fulfill her last wish to spend with us all." The red, tear soaked face of Hannah face looks up at Grace and replies," Yeah but..but I might have if I had finished my medical training!" Grace takes the blue bandana that was tied around her neck and removes it, with her right hand she starts to wipe the tears from the cheeks of Hannah's petite, lightly tanned face and responds," Don't do that!.. Don't blame yourself!!.. You did what you knew to do, you're a hero!.. Now, let go of Joan's hand my dear and come here." Hannah takes one last look at Joan's lifeless body, she lets go of Joan's hand and respectfully places it over Joan's heart. Hannah closes the eyelids shut on Joan's face and pauses for ten seconds. Grace looks at her and says," It's okay now." Hannah quickly turns to Grace and buries her face against the chest of Grace crying uncontrollably," No it's not!"  " How isn't it?", asks Grace. " He made me believe I could do this, I should have just stayed at home and kept Joan there with me instead of us coming here!" A stunned look comes over Graces face at the words that just came from Hannah's mouth.

Liam stands leaning against the wall looking at the ground and than at Grace as she holds a hysterical Hannah in her arms. He kicks at the ground a few tears can be seen coming from his eyes as well. Axel silently observes the room, walks up to Liam looks at him and mockingly asks him," Are you crying?" Liam with a confused look on his face and irritation in his voice responds," Am I not supposed to show emotion for someone losing their life?.. Or is that wrong in your eyes Axel?!"
" NO !.. But you barely knew her!..Personally, I could care less as long as it's not me lying there!", replies Axel. Liam  grabs Axel by the collar of his shirt and pulls him close saying in a quiet but angry voice," That may be your way you heartless piece of shit! But a real human being shows his emotions asshole!.. But I suspect that you are not human at all" Liam with all his might pushes Axel away throwing him to the ground and angrily says," Now stay away from me!" "Touchy much!", replies Axel as he stands up and dusts off his clothing.

Greg watching all the events going on in the room from Hannah crying hysterically, blaming herself and the Group Leader for getting her to help save Joan's life. To Liam losing his shit on Axel and throwing him to the ground. And lastly the Group Leader segregating himself from the rest of the group. The look Greg gives as he stares at the Group Leader could cut through glass, it is steady as a rock and as focused as a laser beam. His face so red with anger steam could come out of his ears like in a children's cartoon.Greg breathes deeply trying hard to control his emotions, but cannot contain them anymore. In the blink of an eye he moves away from the others making a beeline at the Group Leader with his fists clenched.

The Group Leader his back still towards the rest of the others, holding his photograph still, totally oblivious towards the oncoming danger coming up behind him in the form of an angry Greg. The trance like state the Group Leader is in is broken suddenly, as the large right hand of of Greg grabs his right shoulder spinning him around exclaiming," I've been wanting to do this for a while!" The large balled up fist of Greg's left hand reaches back and instantly connects with the Group Leaders jaw knocking him to the ground, the picture in his hands flies out and across the room to the floor. Lying half conscious the Group Leader tries to regain his bearings and get back up. He is met with the kick of Greg's large, right, black military boot to his abdomen sending him flying back down to the ground. " You just stay down!", exclaims Greg.  Rolling on the dirty concrete floor and in agony the Group Leader responds," Can't say that I don't blame you for doing that!.. Where's my photograph?" " You don't seem to care that Joan is dead!.. Or that Hannah blames you and herself you piece of shit!..All you care about is that damned old photograph and keeping us in the dark as to why we are here!", replies Greg.  Greg continues to take his large size 13 boot and stomp on the stomach of the Group Leader. "I care about you all and about what happened to Joan!", responds the Group Leader lying on his right side spitting up blood on the floor. "THAT'S BULLSHIT!", yells Greg in a rage as he reaches down grabs the Group leader by the shirt with his right hand, lifting him up and rapidly striking him in the face with his gigantic balled up fist of his left hand now covered in the blood of the Group Leader.

The events unfolding across the room do not go unnoticed by the others as now everyone is watching it and Grace looks at the arrogant beard covered face of Axel and extorts," Will you guys do something?" Liam quickly runs over to try and stop Greg from beating the Group Leader to death. Grace removes her arms from around Hannah, gets up and says again to Axel," What are you waiting for go and help him!" " Why should I?.. Greg's doing fine on his own!", replies Axel in an arrogant tone followed by a cocky laugh. Grace reaches back and slaps the face of Axel echoing throughout the room and exclaims," GO NOW!. You arrogant piece of shit, hasn't there been enough death in this room tonight!?" Axel takes his left hand, wiping it across his face he proceeds to look at it to check for blood. He than looks at Grace, her right hand ready to slap him again and says to Grace," Alright!....... That was a pretty good shot!.. You only get one though!"  An even more enraged Grace goes and stands face to face with Axel and replies," Big man threatening a woman!... But you just try something and we will see how far it gets you!.. Now go help Liam!" Axel continues to stare at Grace as casually walks away from her towards a struggling Liam as he tries to restrain Greg.

Standing behind Greg, Liam has his hands clasped around the large mountain like Greg, using his entire bodyweight behind him Liam struggles to fight off the adrenaline fuelled rage of Greg with all his might preventing him from throwing anymore punches to the already bloody and battered face of the Group Leader. " Let go Liam!.. Or you will be the next!", exclaims Greg. " Bring it big man!.. If that is what it takes to stop you from killing the Group Leader and it makes you fell better than lets do it!!!", responds Liam in a confidant tone. Greg releases the Group Leader from the grip of his hand and rage, the semi- conscious body of the Group Leader falls to the ground all bloody and bruised. Liam lets go of Greg's left arm and backs away a bit as the everest like body frame of Greg rises like the sun in the east, Greg flexes the fists on each of his hands and angrily says to Liam," Why do you care about this piece of shit?... What's he done for you other than cause pain, stress, hurt and death!"" Liam standing ready in anticipation of Greg's first move replies," We all knew the risks when we were asked to come on this trip, you were in the military, you know this!.. And personally it was a far bit more exciting than working in the family store stocking shelves, baking and being the town butcher." "Okay store boy.... lets do this!", responds Greg as he moves throw a punch that is quickly stopped by hand of Axel who says," Boys, boys!... Come on now!... This is not a Battle Gladiators event, let's save our energy to get out of here!" Greg looks down at Axel standing in front of him and Liam unmoved by his punch attempt and replies," I have plenty of energy for that!.. Now let go Axel and let me finish this!.. You don't want to get hurt next?" with a smooth tone to his demeanour mixed with some over confidence Axel replies," Now I know you can take me and hell you would be able to beat the shit of store boy there!.. You did an awesome job of  our "fearless leader" there, which was really good by the way!... But I need your help?" " Help?.. With what?", replies Greg with a confused look on his face. Axel slowly lets go of Greg's fist as he moves to stand in front of Greg and casually says as he leans in and whispers," Well I think we could get up the second elevator shaft!... We just need to check it, who knows if it is as bad as Keith is saying. Besides we get the others out we look good!.. As for the Group Leader who knows if he will live from the beating you gave him, if he does than we can get back home!" Greg looks down at Axel and quietly says in a suspicious tone of voice," Sounds good!.. But what's in it for you Axel?" " What makes you think I am in it for something big guy?", responds Axel. "The fact that around town you are known as the town deal maker and you trade with other towns in the safe zones, that you aways have some sort of reason for doing what you do!", says Greg. Axel lightly taps Greg on the left shoulder in amusement as continues to whisper," You know me well!.. I like that!.. Truthfully I think there is something in that other elevator car that is valuable to me and can help you take control of the group!" " What's that my conniving little friend?", asks Greg. " Guns my friend!... Valuable ones and maybe some other stuff like some information on a mythical piece of tech that could be a game changer for all of us!.. God's honest truth! And I don't normally share the truth or profit!.. You in, my large skyscraper of a friend?" responds Axel. Greg looks at Liam standing staring at him and Axel wondering what they are talking about, thinks for a few seconds and responds," Okay! I'm in!.. Let's do it!" Axel laughs like a used car salesman that has just sold the biggest lemon on the lot, slaps Greg on the shoulder again and says," Great, lets go than!" Greg nods his head in agreement and follows Axel towards the exit of the mechanical room to go and check out the other elevator shaft. Liam watches as they walk away and looks at Grace, shrugs his shoulders in confusion and walks over to check on the Group Leader. As Axel followed by Greg walk by Grace and Hannah, Axel arrogantly says as he exits into the hall," You can go check on your best friend there now!.. I think he might still be breathing!"

Sitting in a semi-circle on their backpacks Keith,Maria and Paulina sit in silence and  brainstorm as to what they can do to get off the 9th floor. Suddenly Paulina breaks the silence and says," Too bad we didn't have any rope to climb down the south stairwell and cut across the 8th floor to the north stairwell and make our way back down!" Keith picks up a piece of broken drywall and throws it at the empty elevator shaft responding," Yeah too bad!.. It's a good idea but the only rope was with the Group Leader and Preston.... So unless you can magically make a rope appear out of thin air we are stuck here!"  A look of inspiration comes over the face of Maria as she exclaims," That's a great idea!" Keith with a look of confusion in his voice and the expression to match on his voice respond sarcastically," I think you have inhaled too much of the dust kicking around here if you think you can make arose appear out of thin air!" Maria lightly punches Keith in the shoulder, her latin accent comes out stronger as she responds," No stupid!... We can make a rope!" " How can we do that?", asks Keith. " Well this was a hotel wasn't it?", responds Maria. "Yeah, it was....?.. So?", replies Keith. A tone of frustration in her voice at Keith's confusion as Maria responds," Oh my god!.. And you are a structural engineer?.. Think about it, we find some of the old bedsheets and curtains and make one!" " Yeah but whatever we may find is over 100 years old and really not that strong to hold anymore!", extorts Paulina. "Not if we find enough to double up on to make the rope strong enough and weave together!.. It's worth a try, better than sitting here waiting to die!", replies Keith. " Why don't we wait until Preston is on his way back down and contact him to help us?", asks Paulina. " We could but what if he doesn't come back down?.. What if his walkie talkie doesn't work?.. We can't take that chance and Preston did tell us to go back down so, we need to do this!", responds Keith. "Okay?", says Paulina with a irritated and confused look on her face. "Don't sound so enthusiastic Paulina!.. Okay, you stay here and Maria and I will go and search for any old bedsheets or curtains we can use, wait for news from Preston and tell him what we are doing!" Paulina nods her head in agreement as Keith stands up followed by Maria, who asks as they start to make their way down the hallway towards the room closest to the north stairwell," Umm, how come I got volunteered to go with you?.. Shouldn't we all be searching the rooms?" " It may go quicker but, I hate spiders and I may need you to kill one! Or anything else you never know what could be in those old rooms!", responds Keith with laughter.

At the far end of the hall, in the sixth room from the north stairwell, on the right side of the hallway, the Shadowy Figure watches and listens to the conversation between Keith, Maria and Paulina. he moves away from the doorway in a hurry and back into the open entrance to the hidden passage forgetting to close the door and up the ladder at the back of the passageway towards the roof peak.

Outside the storm starts to slow down considerably prompting Preston to stand up and say," We should get going up the roof again!.. There is a break in the storm but there might not be for long!" " Okay!", replies Emil. Priya and Emil get up and follow Preston as he is about to start climbing up the rain soaked roof again when Priya asks," Umm, before we continue!.. I need to know why in the hell we are all here or I am not moving another inch!" Preston turns around and replies in a professional manner," Fair enough!.. The answer to that is simple, and I will tell soon enough!.. I promise!.. We just need to get to the peak room to get this generator online to help the others, that is our first priority!" Priya thinks for a second and with a compassionate look on her face nods her head in agreement. "Wait!!! You are just going to take that answer?.. HELL NO!!! I want an actual answer or I will throw you off this roof myself!" angrily replies Emil. Preston walks up to Emil. standing face to face and in a calm but yet intimidating tone replies," I said I will when we help the others and if you want to try and pull the shit you said you will find out if you can fly!.. But in the off chance you succeed, you will be stuck up on this roof with no way down!" Emil stands staring into the determined yes of Preston for a minute and replies," Okay, but you will tell us and you and I will see who will come out on top!"  Preston slowly walks away from Emil and the three of them start to make their way up the roof again but are interrupted by the sound of the voice of Paulina over the walkie talkie saying," I don't know if you can hear me or able to reply back but when you get a chance to know that we have decided to make a rope out of old linen and make our way to the floor below and across. Keith and Maria are searching from room to as we speak." A look of worry comes over the face of Preston as he begins climbing up the rain soaked roof.

Hannah sits against the dirty,cracked concrete walls of the mechanical room, she rests her head against some vegetation that grown out of the cracks and spread like a large blanket up the wall. Hannah reaches into her backpack sitting beside her and pulls out an old refurbished I-pod music player, unravels the chord of the headphones, places the earbuds in and presses play. She rocks back and forth singing the Beach Boys song Don't Worry Baby and than the Johnny Cash song Hurt on repeat at least 4 or 5 times. As she sings along her voice which normally had a bit of a crackle in it caused by her love of smoking cigarettes and the fierce attitude she showed changed into a vulnerable one and her voice became that of an angel that would rival Lady Gaga. Her one woman performance echoes across the room where Grace and Liam are tending to the badly injured Group Leader who became fully conscious shortly after he heard the sound of Hannah singing. Grace looks at Liam, smiles whispers something to him and starts to walk over to Hannah. As she approaches the sound of Hannah's singing becomes more and more powerful. Grace stops and stands right in front of Hannah who is totally unaware of Grace's presence as she sits with her eyes closed continuing to belt out the song lyrics like a seasoned entertainer. As she opens her eyes for a second to hit the repeat button again she notices a smiling Grace whose bright blue eyes show her pleasure to the singing. Hannah removes the headphones from her ears and says to Grace," Sorry was I singing too loud?.. I do that sometimes." "No, you weren't!.. In fact it was quite beautiful!", replies Grace. " Oh come on!.. You don't have to stroke my ego, I know my voice doesn't sound that great!", says Hannah. Grace walks a little closer to Hannah and sits down beside her against the wall responding," You shouldn't be so hard on yourself!.. You have an amazing voice, you even brought the Group Leader back to life there!" " Yeah I probably scared him awake with my screeching!", responds Hannah as she looks down at the ground. Grace gently places her right hand on Hannah's shoulder, Hannah turns her attention from the concrete floor to Grace as Grace says," No, believe me you have a beautiful voice... Don't let anyone ever tell you different!" " Please don't do that?", asks Hannah. Grace with a confused look on her face looks at Hannah and replies," Do what?.. I'm just paying you a compliment!" " That's just it!.. ", says Hannah. "You should be paid compliments it shows that you are appreciated.", responds Grace. " Yeah, well I used to like them but I learned that long ago people only have ulterior motives when they give a compliment and in my profession it is cum and go!.. Men come and see me and some of them are nice,some have been psycho's! But at the end of the day they tell me I'm beautiful, I help fulfill their dirty fantasies to a certain point and than they leave! They just use me and some abused me!!.. They all have ulterior motives and I just don't trust people anymore!!.. That's why I don't like compliments!.. Even the Group Leader, he used them to get me to help Joan and she died! " ,replies Hannah. Grace even more confused by the comments of Hannah asks," I don't understand what you are saying here!.. I know that people can be jerks and psycho's, that it can be hard to trust again especially if you have been hurt,  but there are some good ones out there that are willing to believe in you and don't have no ulterior motives. They don't see what others see and just want the best for us, that we are more than our looks, our job, our actions. And it's easy to see how their words can feel like all the assholes of the world making them hard to trust but believe me I think we have someone over there who believes in us both!.. He obviously did if he chose you to come along and see's more than just what creeps like Axel or Emil do!.. He stood up for you against Emil and got you to believe in yourself enough to help Joan! Now That's something!.. The one thing I know is genuine people and the Group Leader is one! I had my doubts but seeing him take that beating basically showed he is blaming himself and willing to pay dividends for an accident that wasn't his fault!..  I've never had many friends!.. But I am happy I got asked to come along on this journey because I got to meet you and feel like I finally might have a good friend!" The tears start to flow down the face of Hannah as she tries to compose herself and than replies," You don't mean that?" "Yes I do!.. Look in my eyes and tell me different!.. That's how you can tell the truth by the eyes!", responds Grace. Hannah looks into Grace's bright blue eyes for a minute and than breaks down completely and buries her head in the shoulder of Grace, in a muffled, sad voice Hannah responds," Thank you!.. I just don't know what to do anymore!" Grace strokes her hand up and down the petite back of Hannah to comfort her and says," You're welcome!.. You can talk to me about it all when you are ready because that's what friends do, they tell their problems to no matter how big and don't judge... You have a few friends here!" "Who?", replies Hannah. " Myself, Liam, Preston, Maria, Keith, Priya,Paulina, the jury's still out on Greg but he obviously does care by actions as wrong as they were and of course the Group Leader and he could use your friendship right now!.. So what do you say lets go over there and check on him?", says Grace. Hannah lifts her head from Grace's shoulder and says," I didn't realize so many people thought of me as a friend!.. Thank god you didn't say Axel or Emil because I would have known you were lying than!" Grace grabs a handkerchief from her pants pocket and wipes the tears from Hannah's face saying," No those two are just plain douchebags and only love themselves!.. Now come on lets go help Liam and see if you help the Group Leader!" Hannah nods her head and the two ladies stand up and start to walk over to the other side of the room.

As Grace and Hannah get hallway across the room Hannah stops and pauses, she looks back at the lifeless body of Joan and than back at Grace who is standing waiting for her with a hint of confusion on her face. The images of how Joan got injured and died flash through Hannah's mind and the blurred vision of a long buried trauma comes to mind with only the voice playing in her head, the deep cocky and aggressive voice of a male says," Now you are going to take it and like it!" Her own frightened voice screams out in Hannah's head saying," What are you doing?.. Let me up!!.. I told you, you can't do that!" " Yeah well I don't care now just shut up and take it like the little whore you are!", says the unidentified male voice in Hannah's head. Hannah screams out," NOOOO!.. Why are you doing this?.. Let me go!!!" The sound of her crying is heard in Hannah's head through the blurred image as male voice in her head arrogantly says," Just be quiet and take it you little slut!.. You should be more careful of who you allow to come see you!" Grace walks over to a frozen Hannah and places her hand on her shoulder asking," Are you okay?' Suddenly Hannah lets out a blood curdling scream across the room and yells out," DON'T TOUCH ME!.. LET ME GO, LET ME GO... LET ME GO!!!!!" Hannah runs back to the other side of the room and sits against the wall again singing out the lyrics to Unwell by Matchbox 20. A shocked Grace stands watching and walks back over to Liam and the Group Leader.

Out in the hallway Greg and Axel stop dead in their tracks as they try to pry open the doors to the second elevator shaft, the sounds of Hannah's screams send chills through their very souls! Greg, the pry bar in hand, removes it from in-between the separation of the elevator doors and holds it like a caveman holding a club, than remarks," What in the hell was that about?.. Think I should go and check!"Greg starts to walk and Axel places his left hand on Greg's large chest responding," Now, now my brutish friend, we have both seen Hannah have a freak out moment!.. This was just a considerably larger one!..... Nothing to worry about!" Greg stares down at Axel studying his comment and replies," But, what if something happened?" " But,what if something didn't?.. What if it is just another one of Hannah's freak outs!... We both know that she is damaged goods, damaged goods with a use, but still damaged goods!... She's nothing to worry about, her type just uses people and the only thing that she is good for is what's between her legs and she knows it!.. That's why she does what she does!", responds Axel. " What if one of the others tried something?", asks Greg with a hint of concern in his voice. Axel removes his hand from Greg's chest and walks right up to Greg, standing a good two inches from each other with top of Axel's head reaching just above Greg's abdomen and replies," Who?.. The Group Leader, you made sure he wasn't moving for a while, Liam that quiet kid who probably hasn't been laid and doesn't know what to do with a woman or Grace who probably would just psychoanalyze Hannah rather than harm her!.. Or maybe she was just scared because a rat ran across her foot!.. But my money is on the fact that the whore is just not in the right frame of mind!.. Trust me!.. I know from friends who have seen her and by personal experience... But I do know where my money and yours is and that is in that elevator car, than if you want you can use some of your money to buy sometime with Hannah!" Greg looks at the door and than over at the closed doors to the elevator and he responds with contempt in his voice," No thanks!.. I don't spend time with whores, especially ones that are all used up like her!.. Now let's go get in that elevator so we can get some money!" A big, devilish grin comes over the face of Axel as slaps the large right arm of Greg's saying in a devious voice," I knew there was something I liked about you!" Greg turns around, and slams the flat end of the pry bar in the separation point of the exterior elevator doors, moving the pry bar back and forth Greg finally gets the doors to come apart and he and Axel each take a door and pull them to their respective ends propping them open with screwdrivers from the tool chest. The open doors reveal a slightly damaged old reinforced steel, large elevator car with the interior elevator doors open from the impact it sustained when it hit the ground. Inside the car are 30 steel military weapons crates, the skeletal remains of 4 soldiers by their dark green clothing bearing a maple leaf on it and the words Canadian Armed Forces on it and the remains of what looks like a CSIS agent by the suit he is wearing, handcuffed to a high-tech government metal briefcase with a fingerprint scanner and a 5 digit coded entry key. Axel yells out with joy as he and Greg stand staring at the contents of the elevator car," Oh Yeah!!!... That's what I'm taking about!" They walk into the elevator car and Axel touches the crates softly removing a strip of 100 year old dust off and than walks up to the briefcase and caresses it like he is touching his lover. Greg watching Axel's actions remarks," Easy there!!.. We are supposed to sell this stuff not have you fuck it!" " This is just as good as sex my large friend!.. In fact I think I even blew my load when I touched this!", replies Axel lustfully. " A look of disgust comes across the face of Greg as he replies," Yeah, just don't get any of it on the merchandise!... So, who are we selling this to?" " If you must know, it is my best customer..... The White Dragon", replies Axel looking over the briefcase with great interest.  Greg walks up to the metal crates, wipes off the dust on the one closest to him and opens it saying," The White Dragon!!.. You do know it's illegal to deal with him?" " Who cares his money is just as good and has made me a very rich man and this will make us both very, very rich with this stuff!.. You still in?", replies Axel. Greg pulls a Glock 18 selective-fire pistol out of the crate and with his deep, gruff voice says in a serious tone," But not until I settle business with the Group Leader first!"

As the Shadowy Figure approaches the top of the large iron ladder up into his secret room located in the peak room, that is hidden behind a large sound proof steel wall, separating it from the gamma generator.  He steps off the ladder, the hood from his bunny hug covers his face hiding the Shadowy Figures appearance but not entirely! A small glimpse of what looks like a burn scar on his face can be seen on the bottom of his right cheek. Over his bunny hug he wears a grey canvas hunting jacket, a pair of faded blue jean with a black leather belt that sports a faded silver belt buckle that houses a large blue sapphire in the centre and a pair of black work boots sized 14. On the Shadowy Figures left hand a gold wedding band sits comfortably in place on the ring finger. The secret room of the Shadowy Figure is really something to see, with newspaper clippings and old file documents taped to the steel sound proof wall and in front of all that sits a small black wooden desk with stacks of file folders and physics books on it and an old laptop in the middle of the desk. On the opposite side of the room are 8 tall oak book cases with 6 shelves on each case filled to the max on each shelf with classic novels, text books and books on politics, history, biography, science, crime and art. Over near the green think rubber window coverings sits a small twin bed, the sheets on it all faded yellow from what once was white and unmade the comforter lying partially on the ground. At the foot of the bed lies stacks of journals numbering 21. Hanging on the wall beside the bed are numerous family photos presumably the Shadowy Figures family, of a fit woman with brown hair standing 5ft 7 and young girl from baby to adult with looks similar of that to the woman but none with any trace of what the Shadowy Figure looks like. At the foot of the bed is a large rope measuring at least 15feet all rolled up in a perfect circle. Across the room on a medium sized cheap bookshelf made up of cork and covered with black moulding sits numerous DVD's on all 6 of it's shelves and right beside that sits a heavy duty metal gun safe with a 5 digit push button combination, the buttons used, all faded from years of wear and tear. The Shadowy Figure makes his way towards the bed and takes out a large military backpack from underneath the bed, he stuffs the rope in the bottom of the backpack and than proceeds to throw the journals in them. Leaving the backpack by his bed he walks up to the wall where a handle and a lever that is in the locked position. He pulls the lever to his right in a horizontal position, as he does this a loud clicking sound signals the door being unlocked, the Shadowy Figure grabs the handle in front of the lever and pulls it to his right sliding open the section of wall, revealing it to be a hidden entrance to the room containing the Gamma Generator. He walks out into main room past the generator and up to a partially broken rubber window covering that has a small crack in it big enough for him to see outside and seeing Preston & company slowly making their way up the sloped roof. He quickly backs away from the window and runs back into his room, grabs the backpack from by the bed and throws it over his shoulders not noticing one of his journals fall on the mattress and onto the comforter, that partially lies on the floor, on the other side of the bed, making it's presence their unknown. The Shadowy Figure runs up to the door grabs the handle, slams it shut, pulls the lever back into the upright locked position and runs towards the large iron ladder making his way down it towards the 9th floor.  As the Shadowy Figure is out of sight, the room empty and quiet, the handle on the hidden door slides out of the locked position and slides open a crack.

Grace kneels on the cold dirty concrete floor searching through the large medical bag as Liam stands watching as the Group Leader sits against the wall all bruised and bloody on the right side of his face, his eye all swollen shut from the beating he took at the hands of Greg. Grace pulls out a white compress bandage, some alcohol antiseptic wipes and large aerosol can of freeze spray. Grace takes the wipes and cleans the blood from the face of the Group Leader while also cleaning the cuts sustained from the beating. " You know you really ought to learn how to fight back or don't you believe in that?", says Grace. The Group leader grimaces in pain as the alcohol from the antiseptic wipes touches an open cut on his face and replies," I believe in fighting back!... When it's warranted, but this time I felt I didn't need to do that!.. I deserved that beating!" "You did nothing to deserve that at all!", responds Grace as she slowly wipes off the last of the blood from the face of the Group Leader. " Yes, I did!.. Joan lost her life because I asked her to come out here, I put all of you in danger!.. Preston, Priya and Emil are climbing up a slopped roof in a deadly storm!.. Keith, Maria and Paulina are trapped on the 9th floor with no way down and we are all trapped here in the basement with no way out!', exclaims the Group Leader. Grace finishes cleaning the Group Leaders face and replies as she throws the bloodied antiseptic wipes on the ground," I kind of figured you had no way out of here, and was ready to turn my back on you but I see how you care for Hannah and how you took a massive beating like this to atone... But, you did nothing, we all decided to come and knew the risks!.. Quit blaming yourself for the shit that happened...You're too hard on yourself!" The familiar voice of the Group Leaders beloved Samantha lovingly says," She's right my love you are far too hard on yourself!" The Group Leader turns to his face to his right and see's the spirit of Samantha, her light green eyes shimmering at him, her blondish brown hair all wavy and hanging over each shoulder as she stands all 5ft 105 pounds of her in a pink sundress. Grace holding the aerosol can of freeze spray in her left hand says," Thanks!.. I was going to ask you to turn to the right but you must have read my mind!... Now sit still we don't wan to get any in your eyes, this stuff is going to hurt at first but it will speed up the healing!" Grace, holding the freezing spray 5cm away from the face of the Group Leader presses the nozzle on the top of the can and sprays the cuts and bruises on the left side of the Group Leaders face. Liam promptly hands Grace the large compress bandages, she starts to place them on his face and curiously says," I swear you look like your face is healing already but that's impossible!.. Must be the lighting down here!" " Yes it must!.. That would be crazy if it was!", replies the Group Leader. Grace places the large compress bandages on the left side of the Group Leaders face completely coving his cheek and left eye saying," I don't understand how you could take such a beating on one side of your face and a few scratches on the other it's nuts!" The apparition of Samantha just chuckles lightly as The Group Leader continues to look at her saying," I just turned my head so Greg would leave me at least one eye to look out of, he would have eventually got at it but Liam and Axel stopped him!" Grace finishes applying tape to the bandages and replies," It was Liam who held Greg back, Axel talked him out of continuing the beating!... Speaking of those two, you should check on them when we are done here Liam!" Liam nods his head and responds," Alright!" " There, all done!.. Now you look like a partially wrapped mummy! Hahahaha!", says Grace sarcastically. " Thanks!", responds the Group Leader. " Well I think you look handsome!", says Samantha's apparition as she sits down against the wall beside the Group Leader. The Group Leader mouths the words," Please be quiet!.. We will talk in a bit." Samantha's apparition takes her right hand and runs it over her mouth as if she was doing up a zipper. Grace looks over at a troubled Hannah sitting on the other side of the room singing along to the music on her I-Pod and says to Liam," Let's go!.. I should check on Hannah and you can check on  Greg and Axel!" " Okay!", responds Liam. " You going to be alright sir?", Grace asks the Group Leader. " I'll be fine!.. Go check on Hannah and the others!", replies the Group Leader. Grace stands up and her and Liam make their way towards the other side of the room. 

As Grace and Liam get halfway across the room they stop and Grace says," Okay you go check on what the fuck Axel and Greg are up to!.. They have been gone way too long!!.. Axel is up to something, I don't trust him and Greg is just volatile enough to follow him!.. I will check on Hannah and see why she freaked out so badly!" " Alright!.. That sounds good to me!", replies Liam. Grace turns her head towards the side of the room the Group Leader is on and see's him talking to himself and says to Liam," Good than come back in here and go sit with the Group Leader!.. I really don't like how he keeps talking to himself and to tell you the truth it is beginning to concern me!"" Do you think he's dangerous?", asks Liam. "No, but I do think these surroundings are beginning to get to him and he is having some sort of hallucinations and a mental break... Maybe you talking to him will keep it from getting worse." " Alright!", responds Liam. " Let's go!", says Grace. Grace and Liam continue to walk towards Hannah, Liam turns to the right and makes his way towards the exit door of the mechanical room while Grace stops in front of Hannah whose head is against the wall and yes are closed. As Liam starts to exit the room Hannah opens her eyes and looks at Grace saying," I'm not talking about it!.. But you can sit down if you like?" " That's all I wanted!", responds Grace as she walks to Hannah's right and sits down beside her. 

Across the room the Group Leader sits against the hard, cold concrete wall, he looks down at the ground with his un-swollen eye and begins to draw in the dirt layering the floor. He turns his index finger up at an angle as if he were making a circle and than down, up around and back in until he gets a perfect heart drawn in front of him. The apparition of Samantha looks down at the heart he drew and says," That's beautiful!.. Is it for me?" The Group Leader continues to look down at the ground hovering his index finger over the dust drawn heart and puts his finger back in the dust and draws a crack through the heart signifying a broken heart and replies," Now it is." Kneeling in front of the Group Leader, Samantha's apparition softly places her petite  ghostly hands on the weathered face of the Group Leader and says," Do you still blame yourself my love?" "Yes, I should have done more!.. I should have stopped you!.. Now there are things happening here that seem all too familiar and I cannot help but think this!", replies the Group Leader with tears in is eyes. The ghost of Samantha slides her tiny hands down the cheeks of the Group Leader and says," Look at me my love!" The Group Leader continues to look down at the ground and Samantha pleads," Please look at me, I'm not going away!"  The Group Leader looks at Samantha with tears flowing down from his good right eye and says," I don't like you seeing me cry!"Samantha's ghostly hand motions to wipe the tears from the Group Leader's eye and replies," If only I could wipe these away for real!... Only you can, and only you can change the lives of not only these people but for yourself!.. That is what I want for you, to be happy, to laugh again, to give up this foolish quest, to smile, to live again and to love again!.. You couldn't do anything more!" " Yes I could have!.. There were so many other options we could have tried!", replies the Group Leader. Samantha sits next to the Group Leader against the wall, leans into him and places her head against his chest saying," You did all you could, please know that and stop blaming yourself!.. It was what I wanted to do!.. And I would have did it with or without you!" " But.....", replies the Group Leader as Samantha interrupts him saying," Shhhh!... No more my love lets just sit here... Let me feel your heartbeat again!" The Group Leader and the ghost of his love Samantha sit holding each other in silence.  In that moment of silence as the Group Leader suddenly feels not only the head of Samantha against his chest but a loving and calming feeling come over him. The Group Leader breaks the silence by saying," You could always do that!" "Do what?", replies  Samantha. " Calm my fears and make me feel your love.", responds the Group Leader. "This was always my favourite thing!", says Samantha's ghost. " What?... Sitting on a dirty floor?", sarcastically replies the Group Leader. " No, you smart ass!!!.. Felling your heartbeat!...But it's good to know you feel better, now I need you to do something?", says Samantha. " Don't say stop because you know I can't", responds the Group Leader. "No!.. You helped me in the past and I helped you... Now over there someone else needs help!", says Samantha as she points over at Hannah sitting on the other side of the room singing along to the music on her refurbished I-Pod. The Group Leader thinks for a second and replies as he stands up," Okay!... I will!" A smile comes over Samantha's face as she says," Good!.. Now go!" "Will you be here when I get back?", asks the Group Leader. " I always will be here!", replies the ghost of Samantha as she disappears. The Group Leader starts to slowly make his way across the room grimacing in pain with every step he takes.

The winds start to pick up speed throwing around any debris that is lying on the ground, branches from the trees fight to stay attached to the bodies of the trees. A howling noise almost like the sound of a large horn being blown echoes throughout the city as the the wind gusts blow through the busted windows and into the open buildings muffling the sound of debris hitting the side of the already crumbling buildings. Flashes of lightening start to become more frequent striking the ground around the old Bessborough Hotel. And within seconds the rain comes back down, pouring out like Niagara Falls from the heavens above. And within an instant a loud thunderous clap comes down from above deafening all other sounds and shaking the very foundation of the city. Preston stops dead in his tracks forcing Priya and Emil to as well. Preston turns his head and points up to another flat ledge about a foot and a half in front of them, the others nod their heads as Preston slowly and carefully continues. Step by step the three make their way up the sloped incline of the roof and what seems like a short distance turns out to be more like a days journey as they fight the harsh weather conditions. As they reach the ledge Preston cautiously pulls him up on the ledge and helps the others up and they move further back onto the ledge about 3feet and huddle up. In the close confines of the huddle Preston yells out over the howling winds and rain," We will need to sit this out again!... I don't know how long this burst will last but we are maybe another ten to fifteen feet away from the the Peak Room!" "Oh good!... I thought it was going to take longer!", responds Emil in a cocky, sarcastic tone. "Are you going to inform the others!", yells out Priya. " Of course!", responds Preston. Reaching down at his belt Preston pulls the walkie talkie off and speaks into it," Keith, Maria, Paulina or anyone else who may be listening please be advised that the storm has really picked up again and we are going to be stuck here on the second ledge for a while. We are about ten to fifteen feet away from the peak room and will tell you when when we are on the move again!" With no response at all from anyone Preston repeats," Do you read me?.. Is anyone there?" Still no response, Preston puts the walkie talkie back on his belt, looking at the faces of his teammates all cold and tired he says," Guess we are on our own!"

On the 9th floor Paulina walks out of one of the rooms near the elevator with a look of disgust on her face says," I will be so glad when we get out of here and back home!... That bathroom looked like something out of a nightmare, I'll be so happy to use one that has been cleaned in the past one hundred plus years!" Paulina holding her lantern in her left hand shines it around the hallway of the 9th floor and comments,"Oh yeah!... I'm the only one here!" She shakes her head and hears voice of Preston cutting in and out with only the words, The storm has really picked up...........ten to fifteen...... peak room.........you....there?" Paulina presses the button the side of her walkie talkie and replies," Say again Preston?.. I didn't get that!" No response comes back from Preston and Paulina asks," Keith, Maria did you guys get that at all?" " No.. It was very broken and couldn't make it out!... Did you?", replies Keith. " All I got from it was ten or fifteen, storm, and peak room!... Think he is trying to say that they are 10-15min from the peak room despite the storm!", responds Paulina. "Yeah, that sounds like it too!... Keep listening and maybe pass that along to the others in the basement so they can get ready on their end!", replies Keith. "Okay will do!... How's it going with the search?", asks Paulina. " Slow, we have found some old linen we can turn into a make shift rope but not enough yet... We should be done looking in a bit and we can start with making the rope!", responds Keith " Good to hear!.. See you in a bit!.. Over and out!", answers Paulina. Paulina speaks back into the walkie talkie and asks," Attention basement team!.... Did you get any of that?" After about 15seconds of silence the voice of the Group Leader comes over the walkie talkie," We did!.. We will get things ready down here and wait for more news from you!" The walkie talkie goes silent and Paulina puts it back on her belt and says to herself," Why did I come out here?... I should have stayed home"

Keith and Maria make their way into yet another room, each of them holding a lantern in their hands and a couple of bed sheets and old curtains under their other arm. The light of their lanterns illuminates the cold, dark, abandoned hotel room showing the cracked drywall, old bed and furniture that remained in the room surprisingly still in decent condition. Maria drops the sheets she was carrying to the floor and Keith follows suit. Walking around the room Maria says to Keith ," I am amazed at how well most of this furniture is still in good condition!.. Too bad the sheets and curtains haven't been!" Maria lifts the rat eaten bedsheets from off the chewed up mattress, out of one of the holes in the mattress a large rat size of a 1litre mild carton comes out of it and runs across the room in fear. Maria lets out a scream so loud it could wake the dead and stops the ground around her as if she was putting out a small fire with her feet. Keith looks at Maria with amusement, laughs and sarcastically comments," Is that some sort of new dance you were doing there with your new friend?" Maria grabs a piece of the chipped drywall that was lying on the mattress, throws it at Keith in response to his sarcasm saying," Asshat!... No!.. I just hate rats, they creep me out!" " Keith picks up the small drywall piece and throws it back at Maria commenting,"Think you lost something! Hahahahaha!... I find it funny that the same person who who knocked out Emil with one punch and one of the best boxers around is afraid of a little rat!" "Did you see the size of that thing?.. It was no small rat... It was the size of a cat, in fact I think it ate a cat!", replies Maria. Maria pulls the bed sheet off the bed and says as she examines them," Everyone has something they are scared of funny man!.. What are you scared of?" " Erectile dysfunction and girls!", replies Keith with a laugh. " Come on be serious, I am actually trying to have a conversation with you!.. Can't you do anything without a smart-ass comment?" , says an irritated Maria. " Sorry, I use sarcasm as my way to lighten the mood and get people to like me!", replies Keith. " Now why would you need to do that?... You are a very nice person and quite funny!", asks Maria. " Have you seen me?... Plus I tend to eventually irritate people.", responds Keith. " There's nothing wrong with you!.. You are a very attractive man and why would you think people get irritated with you?", asks Maria. Keith pauses as he looks over the remains of some cotton curtains that still hang over the covered window and replies," I tend to try too hard to get people to like me and can come off as annoying and clingy... Never had many friends growing up and was always picked on by other kids and getting beaten up. My parents always told me, what would people think when I tried to do something a little out of the ordinary which affected my self confidence. The greatest day was when I went out to the west coast where the population is larger and lived in the Master City to get my schooling but, still had a bit of a hard time with others. Eventually though I found some friends there and started to fit in, had a great job out there!.. But when my dad died I came back home and decided to, well guilted actually into staying to take care of my mother.. And I was back to being ridiculed again by my employees who are are the same guys who used to bully me as a kid..... To tell you the truth I never wanted to be a structural engineer, I wanted to be a writer but I was always told to have a stable job but it was my choice and I chose the later to please everyone." "Wow!.. That's quite the story!.. Here I though it was going to be something simple like you were a natural smart ass!", says Maria with a laugh. "You asked, and seeing as how I shared my life story, how did you become a boxer?", asks Keith. "Okay, fair enough!.. Well, my two brothers are both boxers, my father was one and I just naturally had an interest in it!.. My mother didn't want me to.. She said boxing wasn't very ladylike, but mi padre convinced her that lots of girls do it and that I had a natural talent for it when he saw me knock out a douche bag who was harassing a friend of mine, I asked him politely to leave her alone and he made some sort of disgusting prickish comment to me asking me if I wanted to fuck him instead, so, I uppercutted him!", replies Maria. "Nice I wish I could have seen that!", says Keith with joy in his voice. "Well my father did and while he was proud me for standing up for my friend he said we need to harness that rage and natural talent. Eventually I was participating in ring fights!.. My days consisted of school, homework, work in the family tailoring and shoe repair shop, training and fights... Never had much of a time for a social life until I, like you moved out west to compete in Master City, than I became champion but felt empty like there was something missing.. I had fame, fortune but hardly any friends just a click of hanger-ons following me around.", Maria says. "Why?.. Didn't your family move with you when you went out west to compete, your father was your trainer after all?", asks Keith. Maria crumples up the bed sheets and responds,"Nope, my father loved it here and didn't want to leave, but still wanted me to have some sort of career so when a Master City promotor came into town and offered to have one of his trainers take care of my training he agreed. I still remember that I told him I didn't want to go, but he said that I had a chance to something really great and live my dream, that it doesn't come along too often, to take hold of it and do great things with it!.. So I went, became champ, but that emptiness never went away with all the success so,  when mi padre got sick I retired and came home." "Are you happier now?", asks Keith. " A little but not completely, That's why I came out here when asked, I felt that I just needed to be out here!.. That I would find what I was looking for out here!", responds Maria. The sound of rustling from inside the walls startles Maria as she exclaims," That better not be another rat?" "Sounds like it!.. Let's get out of here before you let out another scream, my ears can't handle one of those!", says Keith with a laugh as he picks up all the linen they had placed on the floor. Maria punches him in the arm saying,"Smart-ass!.." " You love it!.. admit it!", responds Keith as they walk out of the hotel room returning the room to darkness and abandonment as they make their way to the next one.

In the crawl space behind the wall the Shadowy Figure pauses in silence, not moving a muscle. Standing ever so still he listens carefully until the sound of Keith & Maria's voices are no longer heard. Lying dead at his feet is the same large rat that had climbed out of the mattress. In a low, raspy voice so that no one will hear him," Filthy little vermin!.. Thought I got rid of the last of you!.. That generator better get back on soon!..It kept you out of here!" Hearing that no one is around the Shadowy Figure quietly walks back towards the iron ladder and climbs down to the 8th floor mumbling," Stupid!.. You almost got seen!!.. Good thing I didn't go into that room to hide the journals!" The Shadowy Figure steps off the iron ladder and walks along the thin hidden 2ft wide secret corridor, just barely able to walk through with his thick, muscular upper body. He pulls on a handle on the backside of the wall opening the passage into the abandoned, empty hotel room. The Shadowy Figure steps out into the room and reaches onto his backpack and removes the lantern he had attached to it and lights it. Carefully he shines the light checking out the room and moves ever so quickly towards an old non-functional mini- fridge near the entrance to the main part of the room. He stops in front of the mini-fridge, takes off his backpack, placing it on the ground beside him and bends down. The Shadowy Figure then proceeds to remove the journals from his backpack and carefully places them in old mini-fridge, counting them as he does. Realizing that he might have forgotten one he counts them again all stacked in the min-fridge like a safe, the Shadowy Figure quickly shuts the door to the mini-fridge, throws the backpack back on his shoulders. He quickly stands up and makes his way back into the hidden passage and says as he closes the door to the passage,"Shit!.. Hopefully it fell out on the floor above!.. But I should be good if it is still in my room, they will never find the entrance to it anyway!"

One by one have removed the old metal military weapons crates out into the corridor outside of the elevator car. As they carry the last one out and place it on the concrete floor, Axel asks," So, I just have to ask what changed your mind to partner with me?" Greg walks over to an open crate of Glock 18 selective fire handguns, pulls out 4 handguns and places them on top of a closed crate to his left. In a crate to his right labelled ammunition, Greg opens it, pulls out six boxes of 10mm Automatic cartridges, removes the gun he had taken out earlier from behind his back in his belt, takes out the clip and begins loading it, totally oblivious to Axel's question. "Hey!.. Did you hear me?", Axel asks again. " Yeah I did!", responds Greg as he slides the bullets into the gun clip one by one with his large thumb. " Okay, so why did you?", asks Axel. " Why, what?", asks Greg. " You really didn't hear me did you?.. Oh well, I would be distracted too if I had all that money coming my way on my mind!.. Why did you choose to partner with me?", says Axel. Greg places the 19 round clip in his pistol  and places it back in his belt behind his back, under is jacket hiding it's presence, picks up another gun off the top of the crate to his left and begins loading its clip saying," You know what it's like to serve, to fight for your country and have no appreciation, to be treated like garbage when you come back, to see all you fought for is a lie and those you fought for are no better than those you were fighting against!.. I came out here thinking this might be different after Preston convinced me to, but no it wasn't!.. So, I am done helping people and going to start doing shit for myself, and that means making some money and getting out of here!...Let me ask you something!.. Why did you come out here?.. You don't seem like the type that would want to help out anyone!" "You're right, I am not the type that wants to help anyone but me and please my customers who pay me lots and lots of money!... I heard tales that there was some weapons stored out here, but thought it was just a myth like everything else you hear about this place... Then The White Dragon confirmed it when he contacted me and even showed me proof in the form of an old classified military file, and asked me to procure these weapons and that briefcase... I thought to myself, wow! This is the score I was always dreaming of and tried to think of a time to come into the city and get this stuff!.. Than Preston provided me with that and I knew it was fate, than I met you and Emil and knew I had some kindred spirits to help.", replies Axel as he walks back into the elevator car looking over the decayed bodies of the CSIS agent and soldiers. Glancing ever so carefully Axel bends down over the remains of the CSIS agent and begins to search through the pockets of the agents suit and pulls out a handcuff key, he takes the key and unlocks the briefcase from the hand of the skeleton and carries it out into the corridor placing it on a crate labelled experimental weapons." So what's in the briefcase that is so special?", asks Greg as he finishes loading the second gun and proceeds to load the third. " Something  more valuable than all these guns!... Blueprints to a machine, its whereabouts and operating instructions. Also a drug.... a drug that will offer humanity all it's ever dreamed about.....immortality along with the plans to make more!" , says Axel with a smile on his face and joy in his voice. " You don't really believe that shit, do you!... It's the same old fairy-tale crap we heard about, but no one could ever prove!", exclaims Greg. " Oh it's true!..That same file proved it!.. I saw it with my own two eyes!!", replies Axel. Greg places the third loaded gun down and picks up the fourth handgun and begins to load it saying," Well, it will do you no good if you can't get into that briefcase!... So why would you want to give all this to a sociopath like The White Dragon anyways?.. You do know he is in charge of The Scavengers, if this machine he wants is in the blue zone than none of them can come in here without their heads exploding!" " The answer to that my large mountainous friend is simple, one, his money is as good as any and I don't care what he does with this stuff so long as I get paid and I get more business, two there is one more thing in this briefcase, the kill switch to the bombs in The Scavengers necks and lastly I have the code to this briefcase!", answers Axel. "Oh, okay!.. That answers everything!.. I still don't trust that lunatic though!", exclaims Greg as he finishes loading the fourth gun, placing it down on the crate beside the other two loaded ones and picks up the last empty one and begins to load the clip. " Neither do I, but that's why we keep our customers happy, so they don't kill us and maybe cut us in on this stuff too!.. Eventually we can change the deal to make it benefit us more!", says Axel. Axel looks at the highly secure metal briefcase over carefully and asks," So, you are the military man, what do we do next when it comes to our compatriots?" Greg finishes loading the last handgun, places it down with the other four, he walks over to the crate labelled experimental weapons, opens it up pulls out two large futuristic looking assault rifles with no weapons clip, he carries one over to Axel, hands him it and keeps the other. Greg than proceeds to look over the rifle and flips a switch on it, the rifle lets out a low humming noise and the barrel begins to glow green and responds," We go in there, offer the others a choice to join us, if they don't we force them to help us and then seal them in that elevator car to die and oh yeah, we kill the Group Leader!" " That's a great plan!... I especially like the part where the Group Leader dies, but what makes you think anyone of them will join?", asks Axel. " All we need is one and I know just the one!", exclaims Greg. The sound of a footstep crunching on a pice of broken concrete alerts Greg and Axel who promptly turn around to see Liam standing there, stunned at what he just heard. Liam starts to run back towards the mechanical room but is caught by Greg who grabs him with his large hands with great force asking," How much did you hear?" Liam struggling to respond finally says," I..I heard nothing!" " That's a lie otherwise you wouldn't be in such a hurry to get back to tell the others!", exclaims Greg. Greg pulls the handgun from behind his back and hits Liam over the head with the butt end of the revolver, knocking him out! Greg picks up Liam and drags his unconscious body over to the empty elevator car, places Liam in side with the decayed corpses and closes the doors shut sealing Liam in. "There, that's one less we have to deal with!", says Greg. " I knew there was something I liked about you!.. Now, lets see how the others respond!", exclaims Axel as he turns on his assault rifle.

The Group Leader moves step by step very gingerly across the room towards Hannah and Grace sitting against the south wall. The pain of the beating he took at the hands of Greg still fresh as he takes a single step and grimaces in pain! The bruising and lactic acid build up in his muscles have stiffened his joints giving him the mobility of a 90 year old. For a normal person the journey across the room would take only a couple of minutes, but for the Group Leader it takes him 8min having to pause quite frequently. He eventually reaches Hannah and Grace sitting on the cold, dirty concrete floor, leaning against the vine covered wall. Hannah sits, ear buds in her ears singing along to the music in her ears and her eyes closed. Hannah looks up and see's the Group Leader standing there, a look of pain in his eyes and short of breath. She pulls the ear buds out, looks at the Group Leader with contempt and says to him a aggressive manner," Go!... Just Go!... I don't want to talk to anyone especially you... Or any man in general!" "I just wanted to say.....", the Group Leader says and is abruptly cut off by Hannah as she yells out,"I SAID TO GO!!!!... LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!!" "Okay, I will!....I am going to go over to the generator and get ready to turn it on, Preston said he would be another 15min till he reaches the Peak Room.", replies the Group Leader. " Do I look like I give a fuck!.. Go do whatever you want!.. I don't care!.. The only thing I do care about is getting out of here!", exclaims Hannah as she puts the ear buds back in. The Group Leader walks away from Hannah and as he is passing by Grace she quietly says," Don't worry!.. I will talk to her!"  The Group leader nods his head and continues to slowly walk holding his right hand over his left sideband wincing in pain at each step taken.

Grace watches as the Group Leader walking away tries to hide his pain but can't, Grace turns to her left and looks at hurting Hannah with ear buds blaring music out to deafen the world around her. She sings out the Tim McGraw song "Better Than I Used To Be". Grace extends her index finger and taps Hannah on her right shoulder breaking the forcefield barrier that Hannah was in. She takes the earbuds out again and presses pause on her I-Pod music player, looks at Grace a little irritated and asks,"What?" " Sorry, I don't mean to disturb you, but I just wanted to say that the song you were singing along to is very beautiful!... Who sings that?", replies Grace with compassion in her voice. The demeanour of Hannah goes from angry to calm at the sincerity in Grace's voice and kindness in her eyes as she responds," It's an artist called Tim McGraw, he's one of my favourites on this music player!" " I will have to find someone who has access to music and give him a listen...How did you get this old music player?.. I've seen a few around, but not many!... They are hard to come by!", asks Grace. " Preston gave me this, he said I won it at the Capitol Movie Theatre in town and delivered it to me complete with music on it.... They sure had a great thing with these back than, can't believe they survived the plague and the wars...Would you like to listen?", says Hannah. "Sure I would love to!", replies Grace as she leans in as Hannah hands her the left ear bud which Grace places in her left ear and Hannah hits play on the music player. The kind, sweet, soft sound of the voice of Tim McGraw comes blaring through releasing a sense of calm over the two women. As the song finishes, Hannah presses pause on the music player again and ask Grace,"Well...What did you think?" Grace removes the ear bud from her left ear, hands it back to Hannah replying," That was fantastic!.. I loved the emotion and sincerity in his voice!... You could really feel it when he sings!... Man I wish I would have been born back then to hear him in person, it must have been something!" " Me too!... I've been to musical performances at the Capitol Theatre as well, would you like to come with me some time when we get back to town?", asks Hannah. Grace looks at Hannah, smiles and replies,"Of course!.. That would be fantastic!... You spend an awful lot of time at the theatre, you like the old movies that play there?", responds Grace. " I love them, can't believe how many great movies there were, too bad that died with the plague & wars as well!...In my spare time I do, when I don't have visitors!.. It's a nice break from reality... To tell you the truth, I would rather be there and can't wait for my visitors to leave so I can go... Sometimes I just take the night off and go there!",says Hannah. "Yes, I've been to a few!... So many fantastic stories!.. I loved the ones written by screenwriter Justin Chomitzky, such a talented writer!... He could really create a character that could get you all emotional!", responds Grace. " Me too!!", exclaims Hannah. " Well we will have to go to the movies too!", says Grace. A big smile comes over the face of Hannah and than quickly dissipates as she responds," Why are you being so nice to me?" "Because I am a decent human being, we have things in common and would like to hang out with you!.. Plus you are a nice person!", replies Grace. Hannah studies Graces face, looking at the truth in her eyes and responds," I believe you!.. It's strange, I can tell when people are lying and have an ulterior motive!. In my business they all do!.. But why would you want to be friends with me?.. Aren't you worried that people will ridicule you for spending time with the town whore as they call me!" "I don't give a flying fuck what people say!.. You are more than what you choose to do, you are a human being with feelings. We all need friends and I would never be ashamed to be seen with you!", responds Grace. Hannah sits silently for a few seconds, picks up a pebble sized piece of broken concrete and throws it across the room, looking across the room she says with sadness in her voice," Thank you!... You know I wasn't always like this!" Confused,Grace replies," How do you mean?" Hannah pauses again and tells Grace," There was a time when I did practice medicine, had a man in my life and a beautiful little girl.. Our relationship was an odd one, we looked for more exciting ways to spice up our love life if you know what I mean?.. We got married, divorced a mere 10 months later and in an effort to pay off the debt I accumulated from our divorce, I took the advice from a co-worker who did what I did saying it was a great way to make extra money to pay off  my debts. I thought, hey I will give this a try, after all I like sex and it was great at first!.. I met some interesting clients who were very nice and some weirdo's. But than it all started to fall apart, I couldn't concentrate on my 9 to 5 job and when my boss found out about my other work he terminated my employment saying that, this was not the sort of person he wanted around patients. I figured what the hell I could always do escorting full time and didn't mind it even though it could be quite taxing. Some days I would make quite a bit and than others i would barely make anything to pay the rent!.. But at the end of the day I always had my visitation days with my daughter.. I treated my clients like gold and even was friends with a couple of them.. But I hid my secret life from the rest of my friends. But secrets have a way of revealing themselves and this one blew up big time in my face!!.. They say that bad things happen in three's.. well it was like being shot three times with no chance to avoid the bullets... First someone who knew my ex used my services,my ex went to the courts and took all visitation away from me and moved than moved to the Master City on the west coast, the word spread through the town on what I did and people shunned me, even my friends and became known as the town whore with random guys coming up to me asking how much an hour in the store.... But the worst thing that happened was......" Tears flow down Hannah's face as she pauses from telling her story, Grace cautiously reaches over and wipes the tears from Hannah's eyes and says," You know you don't have to tell me this, if it  causes you too much pain!.. You can when you feel ready to!" "No, I want to!... I've held this in for so long and I just feel that can tell you and need to!... One night I had a client come over and he seemed okay, was confident, really super fit and attractive.. We had a nice conversation and I told him my do's and don'ts. He said okay, we went to the bedroom, got undressed and liking a little dirty talk he told me I was super fucking sexy, to which I answered,"Do want to fuck me like the little slut I am?" ... He responded,"Yeah I want to fuck you so bad!" We started making out and than he was getting really rough and I said," Hey, I said no over excessive pain!" He apologized and than kept doing it and thats when I said told him  that he had to leave!.. He apologized again and asked if we could finish and I said no and to leave!.. He than proceeded to grab me by the arm, he slapped me across the face and pushed me down to the bed and held me down by the back of my neck. I screamed and screamed to stop and let me up but he said he always takes what he wants and to shut up and take it like the little slut I am... I pleaded and pleaded with him, but he than proceeded to anally rape me without any protection!.. I cried the entire time and he just laughed as he did and said as he finished that I should really be more careful about who I let into my home!... He threw some money at me as I lay on the bed in pain and crying all curled up in a ball and before he left he said I'll see you again soon!... I cut ties with all people I barely trust and there were days I could barely function... I stopped working for a while , trying to find something safer to do..But, I needed to make a living and seeing as how no one would want to hire me I continued doing this as much as it scared me!.. Eventually I became bitter and numb inside, masking my fear with some humour but I was not the same person I used to be!.. I saw the dark side of humanity and just wanted to be left alone!", tearfully says Hannah, her eyes all red with grief and shame. Grace sits there in shock, completely silent not knowing what to say, and than she wraps her arms around Hannah and says," It's alright he can't hurt you now!...Did you report him?"Hannah places her head against Graces left shoulder and with tears in her eyes responds," No!.. I was so ashamed and to tell you the truth I blacked out the image of his face!.. All I see when it comes back to haunt me is a blurred image of him and an arrogant voice!.. He would harass me after that, him and a few of his buddies which made it hard to do my job, knowing that I wouldn't tell and that they could get to me!... But I did have a few friends left who would watch over my place incase... Than one day the harassment stopped and I heard a bunch of guys were arrested and sent to the Arctic Shield Prison for theft and murder, so I guessed they must have been those guys!" Grace caresses Hannah's shoulders saying," I can't even imagine, to live with this for so long!.. The toll it must have took on you!" Hannah wipes the tears that keep flowing from her eye, her cheeks all red as well as her eyes and responds," You don't feel safe anywhere, especially in your own home, you can't look at yourself in the mirror thinking something is wrong with you!.. There were days I just wanted to end it all because than the pain would quit!.. But than they would win, so I struggled on and just took comfort in those old movies at the theatre and bands that would play there, but always kept a gun in my purse with me because no one was going to do that to me again and live!" Grace responds," For guys like that death is too good for them, they need to be castrated with a dull knife!.. Thank god you didn't kill yourself, because than I wouldn't have met you my friend and now you have a friend to talk to about this stuff!.. If you ever need to talk more about this you can always talk to me!" "Thanks Grace!.. It did feel good to finally tell someone, to be able to trust someone enough and not feel judged, because there are those out there that would have said I deserved it for the life I lead!", tearfully says Hannah. " Well, they are assholes!.. You're welcome, we girls have to stick together!.. And anyone who says or thinks that you got what you deserved is an insensitive asshole!.. No one deserves to get raped!.. And these guys who do it thrive on fear and intimidation!.. Just remember that, okay!,replies Grace. "I will, thanks again!.. Can we just sit here now and not say anything?", asks Hannah. "Of course!", responds Grace. Hannah sits beside Grace and Grace sings the lyrics to that same Tim McGraw song to Hannah with her arms around her.

Over in the back of the room the Group Leader looks over the second Gamma Generator. He studies it with great interest, looking it over from top to bottom. His concentration is broken by the ghostly apparition of Samantha who appears to his left and remarks,"This is quite the big machine!... I am impressed and a little turned on!" The Group Leader startled by the sudden appearance of Samantha again jumps ever so slightly and holds his right hand over his heart as if he had a heart attack responding," Oh my God!!!!... Please stop doing that!" " How else do you want me to appear send you a text message... Oh wait there are no cell phones anymore!... Are there even phones at all?", sarcastically replies Samantha's ghost. The Group Leader continues to look at the generator while talking to Samantha as to not draw attention to himself talking to a ghost no one can see and replies," We still have some tech, a lot of older stuff has been retrofitted with the gamma gel tech so it doesn't need recharging and very limited manpower to make things like power and heating run on their own!..No need for servicing!.. The internet is gone but we still have old computers to do basic things like writing but nothing else... There are couriers who take letters to other settlements if we need to communicate with another person. Television is gone so are all the satellites!.. We still can use them to watch old movies on disk or the big screen!.. There is more reading than anything!" "Wow!.. Things sure have changed!", replies Samantha. " Yes, they have!.. Not that I am not happy to see you but is there a  reason that you reappeared so soon?", asks the Group Leader. Samantha's ghost leans on the gamma generator looking down at the Group Leader hunched over pretending to examine the generator and replies,"Yes, I was just seeing as to why you haven't talked to Hannah yet?" The Group leader stands back up but continues to look over the generator responding," She didn't want me to!.. I just felt it was best to leave her alone, she was very angry!" " You have to understand that what happened to her would make anyone mad, especially at men!.. She began to trust a bit and than Joan died and it seemed like her trust was broken again.. Like she was lied to!", replies Samantha with compassion in her voice. " I know!.. I just don't know what to do!.. Unless she wants to talk about it to me than I can't force her!.. That's why I came over here and let Grace talk with her.", responds the Group Leader. Samantha's ghost looks over at Grace and Hannah sitting against the wall and Grace singing to a broken Hannah and comments," It looks like you did the right thing!" "What?", The Group Leader asks. "Turn around and take a look",replies Samantha. The Group Leader turns around to see Grace and Hannah and a smile comes to his face as he says," That's so nice to see!.. I hope it helped!" The Group Leader continues to look on as Grace sings to Hannah, who catches him watching and says something to Hannah, than makes her way over to him. " Looks like you will get your answer!", comments Samantha as Grace walks up to them. Grace says to the Group Leader," Is everything alright here?" "Yes, it seems to be ready to go just waiting on the word from Preston." " Good!.. Hey do you want to come over and join us?", asks Grace. " Are you sure Hannah wants me to?", replies the Group Leader. " I talked with her and she said to come over, in fact she would like to hear one of your stories.. Said that it would help!", responds Grace. "How is she?", asks the Group Leader. "She has gone through a lot of traumatic shit!.. She needs love & support more than anything right now!.. Some good friends and a little laughter and there is no better source of laughter than in one of your Pops Brilliant stories!",  Grace replies. The Group Leader pauses for a moment and responds," I don't know?.. Would it be appropriate to do that after she opened up about all that traumatic stuff?.. Just doesn't seem right!" "Nonsense!.. Come on over and tell us all one!.. We could all use something to get our minds off shit and make us laugh especially Hannah!.. So, come over and tell one!", demands Grace. The Group Leader thinks about it for a bit and says,"Okay, I'll be over in a bit!" " Great!, we will be waiting!.. I'll tell Hannah!", Grace says excitingly.  Grace makes her way back towards Hannah and the Group Leader comments as she walks away in a whisper to Samantha's ghost," I really don't know if I should?.. I'm not in the right frame of mind to do it!" Samantha replies," Nonsense!.. You are a great storyteller!.. They always helped me and Grace is right they will help you all!.... Now go!" " Okay,okay! I'll do it!.. man even as a ghost you are pushy! Hahahaha!..Talk with you later!', the Group Leader responds."Yes, indeed my love!", Samantha's ghost responds and leans in kissing the Group Leader on the right cheek. As he is walking away towards Grace and Hannah, the Group Leader turns to see Samantha smile and disappear again.

The Group Leader approaches Grace and Hannah and asks," Is it alright if I sit down?" Hannah looks up at the Group Leader, her face still red from crying and responds," Yes, it's fine!" The Group Leader proceeds to slowly sit down on the cold, dirty concrete floor in front of Hannah and Grace as if he is reading a story to a bunch of school children, he winces in pain as he crosses his legs like he has just bitten into a jalepeno pepper. " Are you alright?", asks Hannah with a hint of concern in her voice. " I'll be fine!.. A few cuts and bruises, but I heal like Wolverine!", responds the Group Leader with a chuckle. " Who is that?... A friend of yours?.. I didn't think wolverines healed quickly!", replies a confused Hannah. " He's a comic book superhero!",responds the Group Leader. " What's a comic book?... And what's a superhero?", asks a curious Hannah. " It's a.. Never mind I will explain that one to you later!.. Grace said you and her wanted to hear an other one of my Pops Brilliant stories.", the Group Leader responds. " Yes, I do!... But can you give me some clue to who this Wolverine is first?", asks Hannah again. " Alright!.. Well have you ever gone to the movie theatre in town?", asks the Group Leader. "Yes", replies Hannah with excitement. "Well if have seen those movies called X-Men.... He is the one with the adamantium skeleton, claws and can heal really quick!" All of a sudden it clicks in Hannah's mind who the Group Leader was talking about and she replies," Oh yeah!... I know who you are talking about!.. I love those movies!" " Good!.. Didn't know if you saw those or not?", the Group Leader replies with relief. " Oh, I have seen pretty much everything that is played at the theatre, I practically live there!", Hannah says with a laugh that brings a smile to the face of Grace and the Group Leader. " Now that, that is settled. I can start the story!.. Now where was I?.. Oh yeah!... Pops had just been given time off and his parents had returned to spend time with him and.....", the Group Leader says and than pauses realizing that Liam, Greg and Axel are not there to hear the story. "Is something wrong?", asks Grace. " The Group Leader looks around the room and says," Yeah, Liam, Greg and Axel aren't here!.. Think I should call them on the walkie talkie?" Grace responds," I'll do it!... Don't think Greg will respond too well to you!' The Group Leader nods his head in agreement with a partial smirk on his face. Grace picks up her walkie talkie which she had placed on the ground beside her and talks into it asking," Hey Greg, Axel and Liam get back in here!..The Group Leader is telling another Pops Brilliant story!" The sound of Axel's voice immediately responds saying," We will tune and listen over the walkie talkie like the others on the upper floors!... The three of us are just checking out the other elevator shaft to see if it's okay from here to climb back up!" " Roger that!... Let us know what you find!", responds Grace and puts down her wake talkie. " Well their loss!.. But I hope they find a way up!", replies the Group Leader.

Axel shuts off his walkie talkie and places it back on his belt saying," That will buy us some time, while we get ready!" Greg looks over his gamma assault rifle like he is buying a new car and responds," Good!... Thanks for the excuse!.. If I had to hear another one of his stories I would beat him worse than before!!!" " Yeah, I hear you my large friend!.. I am getting sick of them but everyone else seems to like them for some reason!", Axel exclaims. " But it's perfect!... When their story is done we do our thing!", responds Greg angrily as he points his assault rifle at the open doorway to the stairwell checking his sights!

"Okay, let's see where were we?... Oh yeah, it has been almost a year since Pops was put on leave but  Pervus had something to say to Agent Greene about that......"

The cloud's cover the entire sky like a giant grey blanket as the rain pours down from the heavens soaking the entire city of Toronto. From his large office window Mr.Pervus looks out over the city, watching the people run for cover below on the street. Miss. Sutherland walks into the office her jet black hair pulled up into it's usual bun and her black, plastic rimmed glasses pushed up against her face and wearing a long black skirt with a yellow, long-sleeved blouse. She makes her way to the massive oak desk, a stack of mail in her hands and places the pile of envelopes on the ink pad in the centre of the desk. Mr.Pervus catches her reflection in the window as he looks out watching the rain storm and says," Quite the storm we are having!" " Yes, it is sir!", Miss Sutherland replies. Mr. Pervus says," It can be quite calming though!... It's one of my favourite things to do, to watch the rain and think!" With a hint of concern in her voice Miss. Sutherland responds," Is everything alright sir?" A flash of lightning cuts it way across the sky, followed by loud clap of thunder muffling Mr.Pervus's words. " I'm sorry sir, I didn't hear you!... What did you say?' Mr. Pervus pauses for a second and than quickly turns around and says," It was nothing!... What do we have here in the mail?" Mr.Pervus makes his way back to his desk and sits down in his large leather chair. He picks up a gold letter opener and picks up a brown envelope on the top of the pile then proceeds to open it. "Not much just some budget stuff, the annual report from parliament asking on reports of ongoing cases and of our agents and two letters.", Miss. Sutherland says. Mr. Pervus finishes opening the envelope and pulls out a two page letter and scans it over and asks,"Who are they from?" " Well the one you are reading is from Dr.Gunn and the other is from Pops!" " It never ceases to amaze me the things that foul mouthed little genius can do!""Me too!.. Will that be all sir?", replies Miss. Sutherland.  Mr.Pervus continues to read over the letter from Dr.Gunn, finishing it he places the letter flat on his desktop saying," Well, looks like Dr.Gunn has resigned!.. Seems she has met someone while on leave and is getting married and moving to London,England.", says Mr.Pervus. "That's great!... I'm so happy for her, but Pops will be heartbroken!", Miss. Sutherland responds. " Yes he will!.. He did get attached to her!.. You better call Agent Greene in Miss Sutherland, only he can break this to Pops and I also have something else to talk to him about!", Mr.Prevus says. "Yes sir Mr.Pervus!.. I will get right on that and have Agent Greene come see you!", Miss Sutherland says. Miss. Sutherland walks away from the large desk and towards the exit door, her hips swaying in small wiggle as she moves showing off her curves.

Agent Greene walks up to the front entrance of the Royal York Hotel and enters walking into the front entrance, up some marble stairs and into the grand front entrance. Truly it is a hotel that is fit for  king or queen. Agent Greene looks around for a brief moment and heads to the elevator, he gets in the elevator with a few others saying to the elevator operator," Straight to the top!" The grey haired elevator operator nods his head and pushes the button. The elevator car stops along the way dropping off the others passengers off on their respective floors. As the last set of passengers gets off the elevator operator named Nick as seen by his name tag on his grey and black uniform reaches inside his uniform jacket, pulls out a large brown envelope and hands it to Agent Greene saying," Mr.Pervus asked you read this over!" Agent Greene nods his head, takes the envelope, opens it and starts reading it. Nick opens up a small panel beside the button to the 28th floor revealing a button to another floor, he pushes it and the elevator skips the 28th floor and goes straight to the 29th. The doors open up to the waiting area to Pervus's office, with marble columns, a beige paint colour on the walls, some Louis the 16th armchairs in the waiting area, a small oak desk not at all standard for a secretary and a couple of ferns decorate it. Miss. Sutherland is sitting behind her desk working away on her type-writer, her fingers moving so fast you would only see a blur! The elevator door opening stops her typing as she looks over to see Agent Greene about to step out of the elevator and a big smile comes across her face as she says," He's waiting for you Agent Greene!.. You can go right in!" "Thank you Miss. Sutherland!", Agent Greene replies as he exits the elevator and makes a beeline for the large white oak doors with gold trim of Pervus office and enters closing the door behind him.

 Agent Greene walks the long mile of the mammoth office towards a waiting Mr.Pervus sitting behind his desk talking away on the phone. As Agent Greene gets closer he hears Pervus mention,"Yes Mr.Prime Minister!... We will do so!... Are you sure you want that?... Okay we will!.." Pervus waves at Agent Greene and points to the liquor cabinet to the right, instructing Agent Greene to pour them a couple of drinks. Agent Greene immediately turns and makes his way to the liquor cabinet. On it's shelves are a few but not many options that range from brandy, bourbon, vodka and scotch. Knowing that Pervus prefers scotch as he does, Agent Greene grabs the crystal decanter sitting on the middle of the shelf containing a 30 year old scotch, opens it and pours it into two matching crystal glasses on the rocks. Greene carries the two glasses over to the desk and sets Pervus's down in front of him who mouths the words,"Thank you!' as he continues to talk on the phone. Agent Greene promptly sits down into one of the Louis the 16th chairs in front of the desk and begins to sip his drink waiting for Pervus to finish talking to the Prime Minster. " Yes sir!... Okay, he is on leave right now but we will bring him back after the summer..... Really?.. Yes, I will tell him!..Thank you Mr.Prime Minister!.. Good Bye!", said Mr.Pervus. Pervus hangs up the phone, grabs his glass of scotch and finishes the glass in one big swig. " A cheerful conversation with the Prime Minister I take it?", asks Agent Greene. " You could say that!.. He wants Pops brought back in from leave, it seems that there is a case that the PM wants him for, immediately!", Mr. Pervus responds. " So, the PM wants him back on the air asap!.. Television is really starting to take off now and we need to get Pops back on the air!.. He said a year is long enough!" " This upsets you?... Thought you would want him back?", Agent Greene asks. " I do!.. But the PM wants me to ask Rick Brilliant to do something for us!", Pervus says. " What does he want us to do?", Agent Greene responds. " You know!.. You just read it over in the elevator!", Mr.Pervus replies. Agent Greene downs the remaining scotch in his glass like a shooter and exclaims," Good lord!.... Where are the Brilliants now?" 

In the small western Canadian city of Saskatoon, Saskatchewan on quaint old neighbourhood on the cities west side, lined with birch trees and three story houses, the Brilliants sit on the veranda of their home. Their house a nice white with blue trim three story home in the middle of the street sits shaded under one of the largest trees on the block. Karen cuddled up against Rick on a wooden bench swing matching the colour of the house says," Have you seen little Johnny hun?" A stunned look comes over the face of Rick who promptly replies," You better not let him hear you say that!" "Why?.. That's his name after all!", Karen responds. " Yeah well I tried calling him that and he threw a piece of peanut butter toast at my face and told me to and I quote call me Pops asshole!",  said Rick. " Well I don't know why he would do that?.. He always lets me call him Johnny!", Karen replies. "Oh it's because you let him get away with murder!.. We need to be disciplining him!",Rick says. " Oh he's fine!.. We need to let him be him!.. He's unique and going to do something great in this world, you wait and see!", Karen responds. " Yeah, I'll say he's unique alright!.. But he needs discipline, he needs rules and friends!", Rick says. " He has all that!", Karen says. " Really, because we have been back for a year and he has chased every kid away that has come over to play with him by insulting them or doing something completely weird!... And I will not let him go back to the CBC until I teach him these things and he makes one friend!.. That's why I invited over my cousin Peter Tayomovich and his family, they have a son Pop's age and have just moved to the city.", exclaims Rick. " This is why he hates you!.. You won't let him go back to work!", replies Karen. " He's 8 years old!.. He needs to be a kid and play outside not making crazy inventions or doing international espionage!", yells Rick. In the front doorway to the house Pops stands barefoot in a pair of beige pants and a white muscle undershirt, a piece of toast in his right hand, his parents unaware of him. Pops walks out onto the front porch and exclaims," I'll be damned if you are going to keep me from doing my job!.. You might as well send this cousin of mine away or I will chase him away like the others until you have no choice but let me go back!" Rick gets up from the bench swing and stands up towering over Pops and says," Oh you will and don't you think about chasing another possible friend off!.. Wait!.. Why am I arguing with a 8 year old?.. I'm your parent and what I say goes!.. You will play with your cousin and like it!" Pops face turns red with anger and says," If I wanted to waste a perfectly good piece of toast I would throw this one in your face too!" " You will not!.. If you ever want to go back to work than you will do this!.. And behave yourself!" Pops takes a bite of his toast, stares up at his father and says," Fine!.. But if he leaves than you give this up and let me go back to work!" " Deal!", exclaims Rick. In a his deep voice sounding like Macho Man randy Savage, Pops responds," YEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!" Pops grins a devilish smile as he makes his way back into the house, Rick realizes that he might have played right into Pop's hands and says," Don't even think about doing the old taking a shit while he is washing his hands trick or the deal is off!" "Fuck!!!.. So what's the name of this cousin I have to humour?", a frustrated Pops asks. " His name is Raymond!.. But you can call him Ray!" 

" Man I can't believe he would talk to his dad like that!.. If I did that, I wouldn't have been able to sit down for a month!... But than again this is Pops!",  the voice of Keith says with a laugh through the walkie talkie. " Why must you comment  every time we hear a story?.. Can you please let the man finish a story without interruptions!", exclaims Grace. "Don't worry Grace the next time he does I will give him a smack upside the head as per usual!", replies Maria's voice. "Okay, good!.. You can go one now sir!", Grace says to the Group Leader. "Now let's see.... Oh yeah!.. Or as Pops would say, YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!" The Group all laughs uncontrollably from the random comment. " So, Pops is about to meet Raymond...."

On the third floor of the house, Pops sits on the wooden bench seat, in his white muscle shirt and matching underwear, by circular window looking out at the people on the street. In his lap is a leather covered journal, Pops opens it and says as he starts writing," YEEEEAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!... Thats a fucking fantastic idea!... Sometimes I even amaze myself!" Karen makes her way up the stairs and down the hallway towards Pops sitting and writing. Pops so deep in thought and totally unaware of his mothers presence is taken off guard when Karen says," Someones working hard!" Pops drops his pen, places his hand over his heart and replies," For the love of god!!!!. You scared the shit out of me!.. And I mean it! I think I took a great big shit in in my pants!"Pops leans his head down towards his crotch and takes a sniff, sits back up and says," No, you were lucky this time!.. But you've been warned Karen, it could have happened." Karen lets out a loud boisterous laugh and responds," Oh my!.. You are quite the comedian Johnny!!" " Ummmm!.. Excuse me, what did you call me?",  said Pops. " Oh, excuse me!.. I mean Pops!.. "Didn't mean to offend you, but I like calling you by the name I gave you... And it's mom or mother not Karen!", said Karen. Pops a little taken back by his mothers last comment to him casually picks up his pen from off the bench seat, closes his journal, placing it down beside him. " Okay!... You got it mothering parental unit!.. I mean ma!..You're lucky, if you were Rick I would have done something like super glue the bathroom door shut after putting laxative in the food you just ate... But, your my ma and I respect you!.. Rick not so much!!" , Pops said. Karen sits down on the bench across from Pops and says," Yeah, well he really didn't like it that much especially seeing as how you glued all the doors shut to both bathrooms... Luckily he was able to find some place to go before it was too late, too bad it was outside in my flower bed!" " YEEAAAAHHH!!!!... That was fucking funny!", Pops exclaims. " Well, he didn't think so!.. Especially seeing the flower bed is out front, it was mid day and all the neighbours saw!.. On the plus side my flowerbed has never been better, but it was still very embarrassing for him!", Karen said. " He never should have taken my toast away from me and spanked me at supper the night before and that never would have happened!.. He'll think twice about doing that again!", said Pops. Karen gently places her hand on Pops shoulder and says," You did cover yourself in peanut butter and walk up to the neighbour kids who came over to play with you!.. So, he needed to punish you!.. You can't do things like that!.. You won't have friends and it can be a very lonely world without friends!" " But, if he would just let me go back to work, I'm know the CBC has been wanting me back but he keeps telling them no!.. Keeping me here in this hell hole of a city where nothing happens!", said Pops. " He, just wants you to make one friend!.. That's all, to be a kid and than your father will let you go back!.. You need to show him a little respect, after all if not for him you wouldn't be here!", Karen replies. " Pops sits silently for a moment and than says," Okay ma!.. But I will do it!.. As much as I don't want to, I will just so I can get back to my real life!" " That's great now go get ready, your cousin will be here soon!", Karen said. " Alright, if that's what it takes!.. But, I promise you I won't have any fun, anyone who is named Raymond doesn't sound like fun at all!", Pops responds. Karen gets up from the bench seat, as she walks away she says to her son ," Try to, for me!.. But, I have feeling that you will like Raymond and the two of you will have fun!..Now go get changed!" Karen walks back downstairs, Pops looks out the window, rolls his eyes as he gets up off the bench seat saying," Raymond!!!.. What a stupid name!" 

The sound of Keith laughing over the walkie talkie echoes throughout the cold quiet basement. " Oh man!... That little dude slays me!.. I can only imagine what's going to happen next!.. Raymond is in for the shock of his life!", exclaims Keith. The sound of a slap can be heard over the speaker of the walkie talkie followed by Keith saying," Ouch!.. What was that for?" "Quit interrupting and you will find out what happens next!", says the voice of Maria. "Okay, okay!", Keith said. " Good!.. Now remember that, or I will do that again!.... Sorry about that!.You can finish now!", Maria replies. "Alright now that we are done with the Keith and Maria show, I can keep going!.. Well Keith you are in for a surprise and so is Pops!", the Group Leader said.

The doorbell rings, echoing throughout the three story house, Rick sitting in a beige armchair by the large wood fireplace in the living room, reading a book on genetics in a pair of tan shorts and a short sleeve white dress shirt. He gets up form his armchair, a pipe hanging out of his mouth and slowly walks to the front door and is cut off by Karen who blows past him saying," If you moved any slower you could be a snail!" Karen opens the door to Peter and Quinn Tayomolovich and their nine year old son Raymond. Peter, his slicked back, jet black hair loaded with Brill Cream, piercing green eyes, toned muscular build standing 5ft 10inches. What one would call a fine specimen of a man. His muscles bulged out of his short sleeve dress shirt he is wearing. Quinn a 5ft 3inch woman with blonde hair, blue eyes, a killer smile to go along with her curvaceous body frame and ample bosoms in her pink sundress. The kind of woman who would stop traffic just walking down the street. Raymond a handsome young lad with his mothers blonde hair & smile, his fathers eyes and build, dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a green t-shirt. covered by a short sleeve black dress shirt. "Peter!.. Quinn! And this must be little Raymond!!... It's so great to see you again!", Karen exclaims. " Well, who the hell else would it be!", says Raymond. Peter lightly dusts the back of Raymonds head with his hand in response to the rude comment he just made. " Manners boy!", said Peter. "Where are my manners?.. Please common in!", Karen says. " Peter, Quinn and Raymond all enter into the front foyer as Karen closes the large wooden door with and etching of an infinity symbol in glass on it, behind them. Rick walks up to Peter and sticks out his hand to formally shake his hand but is blindsided by Peter embracing him in an aggressive bear hug. " How in the hell are you Rick?... It's been a while!", said Peter. Struggling for a breath from the hug, Rick said," I'm fine!... Peter I'm finding it hard to breath, can you let me go?" Peter lets go of Rick and replies," Sorry Cous!.. I don't realize my own strength sometimes." "It's okay!... Did you have a hard time finding the house?", Rick  asks. Peter lightly punches Rick in the right shoulder and responds," Of course not!.. It was pretty easy to find!" " I just thought that with you being new to the city that you might have...." , said Rick as Peter blows past him into the sitting room. " Hey nice place!.... And you have a fireplace, you are doing well for yourself, but you are a doctor!" Rick follows Peter into the sitting room leaving Quinn and Karen standing in the front foyer in silence. Karen breaks the silence by saying," That is a nice dress Quinn, you always have such a nice style!" " Thank you, Peter said the same thing!.. Well, he actually said he likes the dress on me but he loves me out of the dress!", replies Quinn with a laugh. " Oh, that Peter!", Karen replies with a tone of disgust in her voice. Raymond stands looking at around the house soaking up all the action going on around him. " So, where is the weirdo!", Raymond asks. "Raymond!!!!.... That is not polite!.. Apologize to your Aunt, right this second!.. And mean it!", Quinn said. Raymond looks at Karen's kind eyes and says," I'm sorry Auntie Karen, please excuse my rude and disrespectful comments!" " Thank you Raymond!.. Johnny is upstairs on the third floor, you can go right up and see him!", said Karen. "Alright, I will!", said Raymond as he turns around he rolls his eyes and starts to make his way up the stairs. Karen and Quinn start to make their way towards the kitchen, Karen stops and says," Oh Raymond!.. Call him Pops, he likes that and hates being called Johnny!" "Interesting!...Okay, I will remember that!", said Raymond with a devilish grin on his face as he continues up the stairs.

Sitting in his room, writing in his journal, Pops sits on his bed as Raymond walks into his bedroom. Raymond walks over to the telescope by the window and begins to look in it, Pops says," Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?.. I didn't say that you could touch my stuff!" Looking through the telescope Raymond watches the young attractive raven haired wife who lives across the street undress. " Don't worry little Johnny!.. I won't break it!", said Raymond. " Look, asshole I don't care if you are related!.. I said not to touch my stuff!", Pops exclaims. " I'd like to have her let me touch her stuff!", replies Raymond. " What are you looking at?.. You better not have moved my telescope from where I had it set!", said Pops. " Oh, believe me this is much better than what you were looking at!... Come on and see Little Johnny!", Raymond said. " Look, dicklicker!. My name is Pops!.. Not John or Little Johnny!.. You better learn that quick!", exclaims Pops. " Or else what?.. What will you do!.. Tell your mommy!", said Raymond. Pops walks up to Raymond, pulls his right foot back and forcefully swings it forward kicking Raymond square in the balls! Raymond falls to the ground in a ball, groaning in pain, holding his hands over his crotch. Pops pulls down his pants, hovers over Raymonds long, curved nose about an inch, lets out a fart so loud it could wake the dead and stands back up pulling his pants up. " Oh my god!!!.. What the fuck did you eat!!.. That was rotten as hell!!", Raymond said as he gags from the smell. " That will teach you for not calling me Pops and disrespecting my shit asshole!" Raymond gets up still clutching his crotch struggling to stand up. " Man, I thought you were going to be some little pussy!... You really pack a punch and a fart!.. I might have been wrong about you, let's start over!.. What do you say Pops?", said Raymond. Pops stands thinking for a second as Raymond waits for his reply, hand stretched out to make an agreement. " Alright! .. It's a deal!.. But, you need a better name!.. Raymond is too long, I don't mind calling you that, but it needs to be punched up a bit!", said Pops. As Pops and Raymond shake hands, Raymond reaches back with his right foot and kicks Pops square in the balls, knocking him to the ground clutching his crotch, rolling on the floor in agony! Raymond than proceeds to give Pops the same treatment he received and pulls down his pants, hovering his bare ass an inch above Pops nose and lets out a loud, wet fart! " Now, we're even!... And you can call me Ray Tay, it's what all my friends call me and the ladies!", said Ray as he stands, zipping up his jeans. Pops touches his face to check for shit on his face, pulls himself up slowly saying," Had to check!.. Thought you might have shit on my face!..Good one!" " If you are going to do something, than go for the gold Pops!", said Ray. " I will have to remember that!.. You know I like your style as well Ray Tay!... I was wanting this visit to be over quick and was planning on sabotaging it but, Rick threatened to not let me go back to work, that rat bastard!", Pops said. " To tell you the truth Pops, I was planning the same!... My old man threatened to take away my Playboys!.. Fucker!... He probably is beating off to them himself!", said Ray. " It seems we are quite a bit a like Ray Tay!" " Yeah with one difference!.....I'm better looking!", says Ray with a chuckle. Pops lets out a laugh so loud and boisterous that it could be heard on the moon, Pops face turns red from all the laughing and even starts to fart from it as well the more he laughs. Ray waves his hands in front of his face to waft away the smell of the random laugh farts saying," God dammit Pops!... You are like a one man chemical weapon, if they weaponized farts!" "Yeah!!!!!....It only happens when I really get laughing, I can't stop until I calm down!", said Pops. Pops catches his breath and stops his laughing and farting, he looks over at the telescope and says," So who were you looking at in the telescope?" "Come over and let me show you!", Ray said. Pops walks over to Ray who looks out the telescope to find the right view, backs away from it and holds it for Pops. Ray hands the telescope over to Pops, Pops puts his right eye against the end of the telescope, he hums and remarks," That is some awfully nice bush you were looking at Ray!" Ray quickly realizing he had a chance to see the beautiful neighbour woman completely nude, pushes Pops away from the telescope and places his right eye against the end. Ray looks into the telescope not seeing a naked woman, but the front bushes of the next door neighbours house." Ha, Ha! That's very funny!... Hear I thought I was finally going to see a fully naked woman and you move the telescope to the front bush!... I don't know whether to punch you or shake your hand, for the awesome prank!" " Thought you might like that one!", Pops said as he lightly punches Ray in the shoulder. Ray looks over at the leather journal sitting on the bed, he walks over to it, points at the journal  and says," What's this, your diary?.. Or is it your plans for world domination?" Pops walks up and grabs the journal and replies," None of those, it's just my books of invention ideas!.. I get quite a few of those!" " Like what?", said Ray. " Well I have an idea for a way of watching movies at home on a round disk, I also have one for a phone you can take with you, that is like a mini computer in your pocket which I call the Genius Phone!", said Pops " Sounds interesting, but I think they won't catch on!... Any other I ideas in that book?", said Ray. " Well there is this one thing I came up with called the digestion gun, it basically takes food and liquid, digests them and shoots them at people who piss you off as piss and shit just like when you eat or drink.... But my favourite invention is a restaurant that only serves toast!", said Pops. " Why would you need that?", asks Ray. " Because, I couldn't digest fast enough when I needed fuel to do it and I love toast and there should be both! ", Pops said. " You know I just like you more and more!... You plan on making one?", Ray said. " I already have, it's in my workshop!", Pops said. " Really you will have to show me some time!... You know you should put a camera on that telescope to catch snapshots of your neighbour....That would be a great invention!", Ray says. " I already did!.. The pictures are in my work shop as well!", responds Pops. A big smile comes over the face of Ray, from ear to ear. " What are we waiting for!... You need to show me that invention of yours and the pictures, don't forget the pictures!", exclaims Ray. " Alright, lets go than!", said Pops. Pops and Ray start to walk out of the room, Pops clutching his journal tightly in his arms. " You know I am a bit of an inventor myself!", Ray said. " Oh yeah, what?",asks Pops. " Of the best damn strip club in the city, I will have to tell you more about it, but I call it Ray Tay's Feeler Bar!.. Maybe we could put it next to your toast restaurant, we could call it Titties & Toast!", Ray said. " I like it!... But I like The House Of Toast better!", replies Pops. " Trust me, my name is better!.. Yours is kind of stupid!", said Ray as he and Pops walk out of the room and towards the stairs.

Ray and Pops walk down the stairs, through the kitchen, past their mothers who they are totally oblivious to and out the back door towards a 10ft x10ft sized shed standing next to the garage. As they approach the shed Pops stops, removes a piece of wood from the shed on a hinge, revealing a a keypad and a microphone. Pops punches in a six digit combination and than leans into the microphone saying," Toast is king!" The front entrance of the shed opens like the vault door in a bank,  revealing an 8 inch thick lead lined inner wall, a chemistry set like that in a profession laboratory, a pool table in the back, tools that Ray has never seen before an some he has and a tall safe at the back of the room. Pops steps in the door as Ray stands in shock. " Are you coming in or what?", Pops asks. "Holy shit!..... Yeah of course I am!" Ray steps in the shed and the door closes behind him with a thud, locking itself.

Ray turns as the sound of the door startles him. " Shit are we trapped in here?", Ray asks. " Oh hell no!... It just locks for security, I can reopen it from the inside, there's a panel on the inside just like on the outside!", Pops said. Ray walks slowly around the room looking it over from top to bottom. " Toast is king?... Man you sure have a thing for toast Pops!", said Ray. "Hey, it's the king of foods and I can't eat anything else without having my toast!", responds Pops. Ray walks up to a table in the centre of the room, on it sits a very weird looking kind of gun propped up in the middle of the table. "Is this it?.. Is this the poop & pee gun?, asks Ray. Pops walks over and says," Yes it sure is!.. And it's the digestion gun asshole!" " That's a stupid name for it at least call it the Bathroom Blaster, that sounds way better!", exclaims Ray. " Hmmmmm!... That is a much better name for it!.. I like it!", Said Pops. " Cool!... Now there are just two things I need to know?", says Ray. " What's that Ray?", asks Pops. Ray points to the pool table at the back of the room and exclaims," How in the blue hell do  you have a pool table of your own and when do I et to see the pictures?" Pops walks over to the safe, opens it, inside there are three other journals stored in there, Pops reaches in the safe and pulls out a cigar box. " The pool table was given to me as gift for excellent work in my last job assignment.", Pops says as he closes the safe door and makes his way over to Ray carrying the cigar box in his hands, he hands the box to Ray. " Here you go, what you were waiting for!", said Pops. Ray opens the cigar box like a kid at Christmas, ripping open the cover and pulling out the pictures. Ray flips through the half of the pictures and angrily puts them back in the box, slamming the box on the table! " You lied there is no nude pictures!... Just a few of her topless and a bunch of some dude!.. Are you gay?.. Because it's totally alright if you are!", asks Ray. " No, I'm not gay!.. Keep looking through the pictures.", said Pops. Ray picks the cigar box back up and pulls the pictures out, this time flipping through them all and stops at the last picture in shack and anger. " That son of bitch!... He..he.. he!", said Ray. " Yes, that was my reaction when I first saw it out my window, when I saw him hit her!... That's why I invented the camera for the telescope, well that and to get a few topless shots, but mostly to get proof on his actions!.. And it happens quite often!", said Pops. " What good is that going to do, he will make up some lie and call you a crazy, pervert kid and get off scot free!", Ray said. " But I have a plan!... So what do you say, you, me take the Bathroom Blaster go and put it into action?", Pops said. Ray replied," But he isn't home yet!" " Pops looks at his gold wristwatch and grabs the Bathroom Blaster off the table. " It's almost 4pm and he comes home at 4pm sharp everyday!.. Let's go!" Ray thinks for a second and without hesitation makes his way past Pops towards the door saying," You don't have to ask me twice!... No man lays a hand on my fantasy girl or any girl!" "Pops grins a devilish grin, walks over to the door opens another access panel beside the door, punches in the code and speaks the phrase," Toast is king!" The shed door slowly opens as Ray and Pops stand in the doorway, Pops holding the Bathroom Blaster and Ray standing with his arms crossed and sunglasses on. " Let's shit on this asshole!" , exclaims Ray. " YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!", says Pops. They exit the shed and make their way out of the backyard. " Ummm, when this done you are going to have to tell me how in the hell an 8year old has a gold watch!", said Ray as the shed door closes behind them.

The air in the sitting room is filled with the the haze of cigar smoke and the sounds of laughter, coming mostly from Peter as he leans back in the couch as Rick sits and listens while smoking his cuban cigar. Quinn and Karen walk into the room carrying a couple of small plates, each with a sandwich on them. " Sorry to interrupt your good time but we have some sandwiches for you gentlemen!", said Karen. " Thank you dear!", Rick responds. " Gentlemen!.. Well maybe in public, but in the bedroom I am a stud, isn't that right sweet cheeks!", Peter said. Peter proceeds to slap Quinn on her firm behind. "You got that right my lover!... What are you two talking about?", Quinn asks. " Oh nothing important, just reminiscing about some old times Rick and I used to have as kids... And how great it would be for Raymond and Pops there to have the same kind of relationship!", said Peter. Quinn sits on Peter's lap as Karen sits on the arm of the chair Rick is sitting in." You feel that?.. I think we might have to cut our visit short because my big friend wants to go for a visit to your pleasure palace!", Peter said. " I do!.. But he will have to wait, if you want the boys to get to know one another like you two hope!.. The doors to my pleasure palace will be open all night for you!" Peter kisses Quinn passionately as Rick and Karen look at one another with Karen rolling her eyes in disgust. " I think that Raymond and Pops are going to get along just fine!.. They went out to Pops's workshop and when they came through the kitchen they seemed to be getting along just fine. Pops and Ray walk by the window of the sitting room which just happens to be open, they stop and listen a bit to there parents conversation. " I don't know why you and everyone else insists on calling him Pops!.. His name is John, he came up with that stupid, idiotic name!", said Rick. On the other side of the open window Pops stands shaking a clenched fist, grinding his teeth, mouthing the words," I will get you for that!" " Oh, he's a good kid!.. Wish Raymond would be more like that and as ambitious as Pops!.. The only thing he wants to do is open a strip club when he gets older and goes by the name Ray Tay!.. Don't know where he gets that from?", Peter said. Rick rolls his eyes and responds," Yeah, I wonder!" On the other side of the window Ray clenches his fist and shakes his head in disgust. Pops turns away from the window and starts to walk away, he stops and waves for Ray to follow him. " Come on!.. We don't need to hear anymore of that!", said Pops. " Yeah, who do they think they are anyways?.. We need to get back at those two morons for that!", Ray said. Pops strokes his hand on the top of the Bathroom Blaster grinning and chuckling. "What's so funny prick?", Ray asks. " Oh don't worry once we test out the Bathroom Blaster on the dickhead neighbour, we will let Penis Peter and Rick the Dick have a taste!.... Literally!", Pops exclaims. " I am really beginning to like you more and more!", Ray said. 

Ray and Pops walk out from the back of the house to the front yard just in time to see the neighbour Tim walking into his house. " There he is!.. Just like clock work!', Pops says. " So, that's the wife beating asshole!", Ray responds. " Yeaahh!!... That piece of shit is about to get shit on!.... Literally!", said Pops. " He deserves it!.. That asshole!.. He even looks like a cocky prick, that slicked back sandy  blonde hair, fancy sports car in the driveway, chisled looks, toned, muscular build and arrogant aura about him!.. Let's go get him!", said Ray. " Easy does it there Ray Tay!.. We need to formulate a plan first!" , said Pops." "Okay!.. So, how do you want to do this than?", Ray asks. " Well,  in about 5 min we should hear some arguing, like usual!...I'm going to go and hit his car with the diarrhea setting for a nice bath, than you go to the front door and knock on it excitedly to tell him that someone shit bombed his car... As he is out looking at it I will sneak into the house and wait for him inside, in the kitchen, to start back at his wife than I will make some sort of noise to to get him to come in and check!.. That's when I hit him full force, both barrels!", said Pops. " I like it!... I hope it works though, what makes you think he will come out to check on his car?", asks Ray. " Oh he will!.. He loves that car!.. I've been watching him for months now and planned this out to the smallest detail!", Pops exclaims. " Alright, you know best!... Let's do it!", Ray responds. " YYEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!!", exclaims Pops joyfully. Pops shakes Ray's hand and he makes his way over to the red 1955 Corvette convertible.

Pops casually saunters over to the cherry red 1955 Corvette convertible, the Bathroom Blaster in hand, Pops observes the surroundings to make sure no one is watching. Pops clicks the dial on the side of the blaster to the diarrhea setting, the large clear plastic cylindrical tubes on the top of the blaster filled with food start to change into a greenish brown runny substance. In the matching tubes on top of the other tubes changes from a clear liquid to a yellowish colour. Pops points the blaster at the open leather seats of the interior, the gun lets off a "ding!", sound signalling it's ready to use. Pops  presses the trigger spraying the white leather seats with a foul smelling diarrhea it could make birds drop from the sky. He than proceeds to move to the front of the car and sprays it too with diarrhea, in a matter of 3 min the entire car is coated in diarrhea. Pops looks at his handy work and gleefully remarks,"YEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!... Let's see how you like that!" Pops waves his hand to Ray Tay that he's ready for him to go ring the doorbell. 

Ray nods his head and walks up to the front door, watching and waiting until Pops is out of sight hiding at the side of the neighbours matching three story house, crouched in the bushes. Ray frantically pushes the doorbell in random succession. On the other side of the door arguing can be heard and the sound of a slap coming from the top of the stairs. Tim the neighbour rips opens the door aggressively, he looks down at Ray and exclaims," Yes!.. What do you want?" Ray stands silent staring up at Tim, wanting to to kick Tim in the balls for what he knows and what he just heard. " Hello!!.. Are you deaf?.. Say something!...Look kid I don't have time for this, either say something or get the hell off my front porch!", said Tim. " Is that your car?", Ray said as he points at the shit soaked 1955 Corvette. " What the fuck!!!!..Did you do that kid, because if you did....", said Tim " No I didn't!.. I saw a car full of teenagers in black leather jackets they threw that all over your car sir!", Ray said. Tim runs out to his car and stops a good five feet short of it, the sting of the smell burning his eyes and nose, causing him to gag, covering his face with his dress shirt. As Tim is distracted Pops sneaks in the open front door and makes his way into the kitchen. " Oh my fucking god!!!!... This is so disgusting!.. Where the hell did they get that from, some sort of animal, that can't be human!", exclaims Tim. Out of the front door wearing some sunglasses to cover the black eye that is just starting to appear on her face, Julia, Tim's wife comes out of the house in a yellow sundress and asks," Is everything alright dear?" "Does it look like everything is alright?.. Make yourself useful and get me the hose I am going to have to spray all this off!" Julia quickly walks off the front porch to the side of the house returning with the 15 foot garden hose, handing it to Tim. Tim grabs it out of her hands angrily and bellows," Go turn it on!!.. Much good it does with no water!" Julia rushes back to the side of the house and turns on the water to the hose. Tim starts to spray the car down, the shit running down off of it onto the pavement of the driveway and flowing onto the street. Tim opens the doors of the car and begins to spray it out with great detail, soaking every inch of the car until all of Pops handiwork had been sprayed out. Julia hands Tim a towel, which he rips from her hands and begins to wipe seats, dash and steering wheel down. Ringing it out, a greenish brown liquid drips onto the driveway. He opens his trunk, pulls out a shammy and begins to dry the exterior of the car until it is all clean, Ray standing the whole time watching. " What the hell are you still doing here kid?.. Do you want a medal or something?.. Go home before I kick you there!', exclaims Tim. " Okay!.. You don't have to tell me twice!.. Just was making sure you didn't need any help.", said Ray. " Well, I don't, so get the fuck out of here!",  said Tim. Ray walks away mumbling under his breaths not to be heard," In a few minutes you will need help!" Ray slowly walks over to the front porch of Pops house and sits down on the front steps. Tim finishes up as Julia stands on the front porch watching him come up the front walk. " Did you get it all clean dear?", Julia asks. Tim standing face to face with his wife responds," Finally!.. With no thanks to you!.. Some wife you are not helping me out!", screams Tim. " But, I assumed you didn't want me to help, you never let me touch your car!", said Julia. Tim grabs Julia by the forearm aggressively and pulls her into the house, slamming the front door behind him. " You are one dumb, useless bitch!.. How dare you talk to me like that!", Tim said. Tim reaches his left hand back and slaps Julia across the face, knocking her to the ground. As Julia lies on the ground crying, Tim says," Oh quit crying!" Tim proceeds to kick Julia in the stomach, he looks down at her and remarks," Maybe that will stop your crying!" The sound of a jar crashing to the floor in the kitchen startles Tim, he walks towards the kitchen slamming his left fist into his open right hand, ready for a fight.

Seated at the small, round, wooden kitchen table Pops sits eating some toast he made while waiting. On the floor the remnants of a broken empty jar of preserves with two others sitting on the kitchen table that Pops had used to refill his Bathroom Blaster. With the setting still set at diarrhea Pops has it pointed at the door as Tim walks in. " What the fuck do you think you are doing here kid?.. Get the fuck out before I kick your ass out the front door!", Tim said. Pops takes a bite from the piece of toast in his hands, finishing it in one bite, Pops points the blaster at Tim and pulls the trigger hitting Tim with thick wad of greenish, brown diarrhea square in the face knocking him to the ground. " Surprise asshole!!!.. This day was always coming for you, you just never knew it!" Pops gets up off the chair and points the blaster at Tim lying on the ground emptying the remaining diarrhea from the blaster's cylinder, soaking Tim from head to toe. While Tim lies on the ground gagging from the smell and blinded temporarily from the shit in his eyes, Pops stops and stares down at him and says, " Looks like you got something in your eyes and mouth there Timmy!.. Here let me help you rinse that off!" Pops switches the setting from #2 to #1 and sprays Tim with a heavy stream of urine in the mouth and eyes. Tim looks up at Pops standing above him like superhero, his hands on his hips in a hero pose, Bathroom Blaster hanging over his right shoulder by a strap. " You little shit!... I am going to kick your ass for that!", Tim said. " So, you like to hit women and children!.. Big tough man!", said Pops. Pops walks over to the table grabs the plate with the remaining two pieces of toast on it, places the plate on the ground in front of Tim lying in a pool of piss and shit. " Hey, Timmy!!... Have some toast!" Pops walks around Tim as to avoid stepping in the mess on the floor and out of the kitchen. 

Julia, seated on the hardwood floor, looks on in shock at this 8 year old who stopped the beating she was getting and shit soaked her abusive husband. Pops takes a handkerchief from his pants pocket and gives it Julia, who wipes the tears from her face. " You should come with me to my place now before he gets up and takes it out on you!" Julia nods her head in agreement and slowly gets up off the ground, Pops holds his right hand out and Julia grabs it. They start to walk towards the door, as they stop to open the door Julia asks," Who are you kid?" Pops looks up at her with a devilish grin and replies," I'm Pops, fucking Brilliant!..Now lets get out of here beautiful!" Julia opens the front door, as she and Pops start to walk out onto the front porch Tim screams out from the kitchen," Get back here and help me bitch!.. Don't you dare leave me here like this, I will kill you if you do!" Julia pauses, turns her head and yells back at Tim," Eat shit and die!" 

The commotion of what was going on in Julia and Tim's house causes the neighbours to all come out of their homes and standing on the sidewalk in front of Tim and Julia's home. In the crowd is Ray who walks up to Pops and gives him a high five. Making their way through the crowd Ray's and Pops parents run up to the two boys. Rick, very irritated and wondering what happened says," Okay you little monster, what did you do this time?" "I set a wrong thing right and dispensed a little karma!", said Pops. " Oh, no!.. What happened, why were you at the neighbours?.. And why is Mrs. Thompson with you?", said Rick. Tim pushes the front door open so hard it chips a piece of wood from the houses siding, all covered in greenish brown shit, catches a glimpse of Pops and makes a beeline from the porch across the front lawn and towards Rick and Pops. " Is that your brat of a child?", exclaims Tim pointing at Pops. Tim in front of Pops and Rick, neighbours standing around plug their nose with their thumb and forefinger, while others gag at the smell emanating from the shit all over Tim. " Oh my God!.... That is so fucking gross!!!.. It smells like rotten eggs mixed with bad foot odour!", exclaims a male neighbour. " No it smells like rotting meat and a decaying corpse!", yells a middle aged female neighbour. " No it smells like....", another male neighbour in his 20's with brown hair is about to say when Tim said," Okay I get it!.. It smells, but I wouldn't be like this if not for that little shit!" " Hey, now my son may be a handful... Believe me I know, but don't you ever talk about him like that!", said Rick. "I will talk about him anyway I want!..I'm the victim here!.. He vandalized my car with that device covering it in shit and than did the same to me in my house!.. You need to punish him or lock him up because he is a menace!", exclaims Tim. "Is this true?.. Did you do all that to Mr.Thompson, son?", asks Rick. "Yes, but I have a good reason!", said Pops. Just than a police car  pulls up and two officers get out of the car all dressed in their dark blue uniforms with a white shirt and black tie underneath . A tall, white male in his early 30's with blonde hair and a crewcut walks up to Rick and Tim. As he stops the officer takes a step back and waves his hand in front of his face to clear the air of the smell. " Oh dear god!... That is rancid!... It smells like a diaper full of sour milk!", said the officer. "For fuck sakes!.. Can everyone stop saying shit like that!.. I get it!.. It smells bad, I know, I'm wearing it!", exclaims Tim. " What seems to be the problem here?'", the officer asks. "This little shit vandalized my car and than did this to me all with that gun he is holding!.. He is danger to the entire neighbourhood, I want you to arrest him and charge him!", said Tim. The officer looks down at Pops holding the Bathroom Blaster, standing in front of Tim's wife Julia. " Is this true son?.. Did you do that?", asks the officer. " Not entirely!", said Pops. " Well, can you tell me more?", asks the officer. "Yes, he left out the part where I gave him toast after I was done!", said Pops. Rick slams his right hand against his forehead and shakes shakes his head in disbelief. " You offered him toast?", the officer asks. "Yes, I did but after I soaked him!", said Pops. " And, why did you do that?.. Because right now you are in a lot of trouble!" Pops lifts his hand and motions it to signal Ray, Ray comes forward and stands beside Pops. " Ray Tay, the pictures please!", said Pops. " Are you sure?.. You are in enough trouble already!", asks Ray. "I'm sure!", exclaims Pops. Ray reaches into his jeans pockets and pulls out the stack of photographs, handing them to Pops. Pops than hands them to the officer saying," This is why!" The officer looks over the first photo with great interest and looks at Julia, smiles, Julia smile back and than looks over the rest of the photos. " I made sure the topless one was on the top!', said Ray.  " You would!.. Oh Raymond!", Pops said. The officer proceeds to show his partner an older red haired, caucasian male in his late 40's with a weathered face and balding head. The two officers whisper to one another making it hard for anyone to hear them. " What do you think they are saying?", asks Ray. " I think they said they are going to arrest you!", Pops says with a chuckle. Ray punches Pops in the  left shoulder, Pops rubs it to sooth the pain. The older officer walks up to Tim holding a few of the pictures showing Tim hitting Julia. " Is this you sir?", asks the older officer. " Why you little shit!.. You were taking pictures of my place!.. Arrest him as well for invasion of privacy!", exclaims Tim. " Answer the question please sir!.. Is this you?", asks the older officer. " Didn't I just say that when I found out he was snapping photos of my wife and me!.. Not only is he a little sociopath, but a pervert too!" " Ma'am do you want to press charges against your husband?", asks the younger officer. Julia stands in silence, afraid of saying anything. "Ma'am, it's alright you can answer?", gently asks the younger officer. Julia nods her head and starts to cry as she responds," Yes!.. He's the real monster!.. Little Pops here isn't, he's my hero!" " Well, that's good enough for me!", said the younger officer. The younger officer walks over to Tim, pulls out his handcuffs and starts to put them on a struggling Tim. "You little whore!.. How dare you!.. You're not going to get away with this!.. You're dead!.. You and that little shit!", yells Tim. Tim breaks free from the officers, one hand cuffed and motions towards Pops. Before he can get to Pops, Tim's face is met with the stiff right cross of Rick's fist knocking him to the ground. " Damn!!!. Nice shot Uncle Rick!", exclaims Ray. "Hey, watch your language!", said Peter. "Sorry dad, but that was a hell of a punch!", replies Ray. Pops stands in awe at his fathers actions as the crowd of neighbours applauds. " I told you don't ever talk to my son like that asshole!.. Officers charge him with attempted assault on my son too!", Rick said. The younger officer slaps the other half of the handcuffs on Tim and pulls him up off the ground and stands him upright. "With pleasure!... Come on tough guy, the only thing you will be beating is yourself!", the younger officer said. The older officer starts reading Tim his rights and the two officers walk Tim over to the squad car and put him in the back seat.  " Oh, they are going to need to burn that car!", Ray says. The younger officer comes back over to Rick and Pops. " We are going to need a statement from you both and ma'am I will need you to come down to the station to press charges. ", said the younger officer. "Yes of course, I will go get my purse and drive down there right now!... Thank you Pops, you saved my life!", Julia said as she leans down and kisses Pops on the right cheek. Pops's face turns all red and a big smile comes across his faces as Julia walks away towards her house. " That's not fair!.. I helped and didn't even get a kiss!.. How was it though?", Ray said. "Oh Ray!.. If you want a kiss I will give you one!", said Pops. " Don't you dare!', Ray replies. Pops turns his head, kisses Ray on the cheek and says," Didn't want you to feel left out!' Ray wipes his cheek and responds," Thanks!.. You get the girl, I get you!" " Officer do you mind if we do the rest of the statement in my house?.. I should really take the boys in!", Rick asks. "Of course, I will be right in!.. And will need to confiscate that weapon.", the officer said. " Come on boys let's go inside, you've had enough excitement for the night!", said Rick. The two families all walk back into the house, Pops stops on the front porch, looks at an angry Tim staring him down from the back seat of the squad car, gives him the finger and walks into his house. 

Upon entering the house Karen turns to Quinn and says," With all that commotion  I didn't realize how late it is, we better get some food into our bellies and feed these little heroes!...Let's go into the kitchen and make them some hero sandwiches!" Quinn nods and smiles as she kisses Ray on the forehead and follows Karen into the kitchen. " Make sure to toast mine!", said Pops. " Mine too!", Ray said. " Hey, you are finally catching on!", exclaims Pops. " YEEEEAAAAHHHH!!!.. Well I had a good teacher!", responds Ray as he imitates Pops's voice. The two boys start to laugh, their laughter is short lived as Rick gently places his large right hand on Pops's shoulder and says," You were lucky this time son, you don't know how dangerous it was what you did!.. You could have been seriously hurt or hurt someone with that invention of yours!" " Pops turns to face his father and with admiration in his eyes he responds," There was no need to worry dad, the CBC trained me for things like that and the blaster wouldn't hurt anyone, I couldn't stand killing anyone!", said Pops. " I know you wouldn't do that!.. But, I would hate to see you getting hurt!.. You're my son, my greatest creation and I love you!.. That's why I kept you here for so long and didn't let you go back to the CBC right away, because there is going to come a day when you will have to really hurt someone, even kill them and I just want you to be a kid for a while!... Wait did you just call me dad?", Ricks said. " Yes I did!..I totally understand what you mean dad, when you punched that asshat and stood up for me I get what ma was always saying about you!.. I love you dad!", Pops said. " I love you too son!.. Just don't grow up too quick, okay!", said Rick. Rick and Pops hug one another tightly forging a new bond of trust in one another. " Wait, I don't understand something?.. How does a broadcasting company teach an 8 year old how to defend himself and use a weapon?", asks Peter. A large pair of hands pop up in between the crack of the separation doors to the sitting room and slide them open and reveal the familiar face of Agent Greene. " Perhaps I can answer that for you!", Agent Greene says. With a look of shock on his face Peter struggles to get his words out and says," Wa..wa. wait, I know that voice you are Lorne Greene the voice of Canada right?" " Yes I am, it's nice to meet you Mr.Tayomolovich!", said Agent Greene as he shakes Peter's hand. "It's Lorne Greene!.. Lorne Greene is shaking my hand!.. Wait... How do you know Lorne Greene and my name?", exclaims Peter. " It's Agent Greene Uncle Peter!.. He's my co-worker and friend, try not to get too excited that you cum in your pants please!", Pops said. Agent Greene lets go of Peter's hand and walks towards Pops and Rick. "It's alright Pops he can call me by my real name!" , said Agent Greene. " Hello, Agent Greene, can I ask why you are here?.. I haven't given the okay for Pops to go back to work yet!", said Rick. " Well, I'm afraid I have orders from the very top that say you have to!.. Sorry!", Agent Greene said. " Okay, well, I guess he can, he did earn it and I made him a promise!... But can it wait till after the summer? I was hoping to spend some time with my boy?", replied Rick. " Yeah, I know this sounds strange but I am with my dad!.. We finally bonded and was looking forward to getting to know him better and I made a new friend in my cousin Ray Tay!", said Pops. " Oh, you will have plenty of time to spend with your dad son!... The CBC wants both of you!", said Agent Greene. Peter grabs Ray by the hand and starts to walk out of the room and says," I think we will leave you all alone, this sounds like a private conversation.. Come on Raymond, lets go help the ladies in the kitchen!", said Peter. Agent Greene holds up his hand as if it was a stop sign and says," Wait right there Mr.Tayomolovich, this concerns you and your son too!" Peter and Ray stand dumbfounded by what Agent Greene just said. "  But,the police are coming in here right away to get a statement and Pops's weapon, plus the boys may have to testify at a court case against the next door neighbour!.. We don't have time for what you may have in mind!", Rick responds. " Don't worry about the situation next door, the CBC is going to take care of it all!.. One of our other Agents is out there right now talking to the officer and the boys won't need to testify, that scum bag is going to be put away for a long time!...And Pops won't have to give up that interesting device, but it will need some studying back at HQ", said Agent Greene. " Cool!.. See dad it pays to be an agent!", exclaims Pops. " Wait, wait, wait!.. I am so confused right now, can somebody fill me in?", asks Peter. Agent Green walks into the sitting room, stands on the other side of the open separation doors. " I will explain everything!... Gentlemen, shall we get started?", Agent Greene replies. Rick looks at Peter and than down at the boys and says," Okay, tell us what you want?" Peter, Ray , Pops and Rick all make their way into the sitting room and sit down as Agent Greene closes the separation doors behind them.

" Is that all?.. What happened next?... What did Agent Greene want?" the voice of Keith exclaims over the walkie talkie. " All in good time, I will tell more later!.. Can't tell you all of it, than what else would I have to tell you later!", the Group Leader said. "This stuff can't be real, there was no such thing as a Bathroom Blaster in the old archives, you are making this one up!", said Grace. " It is!.. God's honest truth, this is all real a close friend had first hand information, this all really happened!" "Someday, you are gong to have to explain where you got these stories from, because the history records don't show much of this!", said Grace. " Yes, of course I will!.. And of course they wouldn't, the CBC would have kept it all under wraps, remember they were a super secret spy agency after all!", replied the Group Leader. "I guess you have a point there.", said Grace. The Group leader looks at a silent Hannah deep in thought and asks," You seem awfully quiet, is everything alright?.. Did you not like the story?" " Hmmmmm!.. Oh, I'm fine!.. No worries, just doing some thinking... That story was great, it really helped!", Hannah said. " That's great!.. I'm glad to hear!, the Group Leader said. "See, I knew this might help you!", exclaims Grace as puts her arm around Hannah. " Yeah, that was a good one sir!.. I can't wait till the next one! I want to know what happens next and if Pops invents anymore tuff like the Bathroom Blaster, does he?.. Come on you can tell us!", asks the voice of Keith.  As the Group Leader is about to respond Axel and Greg come barging in, brandishing their new assault rifles they found, pointing them at the others, Axel holding on to the metal briefcase with his left hand. The Group Leader see's the briefcase and his face turns white from fear. " Well, hopefully he made these, because they are fucking awesome!", said Axel. " What in the hell are you two assholes doing?.. Put those away before you kill someone!", Grace said. " I Don't think so!.. We are taking over, we're tired of the secrets, lies, being kept in the dark and oh yeah.... The Fucking stupid stories to keep us from finding out why when ever we ask!", Greg exclaims. " Easy, calm down my large mountainous friend!. Let me do the explaining.", Axel replies. " What do you want want Axel, you piece of human garbage?", said Grace. " That's no way to talk to your new leaders!.. Now what we want is a little cooperation and no one will get hurt.", Axel replies in a smooth,cocky manner. " Who says we are going to follow or even cooperate with you? .. And where is Liam? You better not have killed him or I swear to god I will do the same to you!", responds Grace. " Oh don't worry about Liam he is just sleeping off the little bump he got on his head in the elevator car, we closed the doors on it so he could get the proper amount of rest!.. As for the cooperation you know what will happen if you resist, but if you feel like a demonstration, than we will show you!... Greg if you will, please?", Axel said.  Greg points the Gamma Gun at the far wall on the opposite side of the room, it lets out a low humming noise, Greg pulls the trigger and a bright green flash illuminates the room as a gamma beam projects from the barrel and into the wall making a medium sized hole in it, shooting out a cloud of dust and tiny pieces of concrete into the air. " Does, that answer your question?', said Axel.  The Group Leader looks at the hole in the wall on the other side of the room and says," Are you insane?.. You could have hurt someone with that blast alone!.. Now put those away, before you do!" " Oh, don't worry fearless leader! We have no intention of hurting anyone, unless you give us a reason to and do what we say from now on!... That's why we set the weapon on low fire for a small blow back.", Axel replies. " What makes you think that we would even consider helping you?.. After all there are more of us and could over power either one of you and take your guns!", Grace exclaims. Axel walks up to Grace and Hannah and says," Oh, I don't think you would risk that!.. But, if you did consider it, I happen to think that one of you might be leaning more to our side and want some control too!" " Who, you incapacitated Liam, the Group Leader would never join you, I think you're an arrogant mother fucker and Hannah trusts me more than you!", said Grace. " I think you maybe wrong!.. I think one of you might turn!.. Let's see, shall we, Greg!", Axel replies. Greg pulls one of the loaded Glocks out from behind his back and holds it out. " Now, let us see who is going to have  a change of heart!... Hmmm, which one of you will it be!... What do you say are you in? You want some control back?", Axel says looking down at Hannah. Hannah sits in silence for a second thinking, staring at the outstretched hand holding the gun and slowly gets up and grabs it out of Greg's hand, loads the chamber and points it at Grace and the Group Leader. " What are you doing Hannah?.. I thought we were friends?", Grace asks. "You thought wrong, I want control back!", Hannah said.  Axel walks up to Hannah, pats her on the back and says, " I knew you had it in you!" "Don't ever touch me!", responds Hannah. " Fair enough! I won't!... Now let's get down to business!", Axel responds. " What do you want you little shit?", the Group Leader asks. " Such language and in front of ladies yet too!.. Here I thought you were a gentleman.", said Axel. " Just get on with what you want Axel or kill me, either way it will spare me from hearing you ramble on!", the Group Leader replies. Axel walks up to the Group Leader, bends down, leans in close and says," In good time, oh fearless one!.. But first tell me, where can I find the journals?" The Group Leader stares at Axel in surprise.