Sirens blared, people ran. The news of a nuclear terrorist attack was out.

People were shattering street store windows and looting. Jet ran through the

streets, dodging people. He may have been the only one running into the city

of Maghera and the only one not fleeing the state of Nevada. He ran into an

abandoned antique store, having to bust the door window and turn the lock

switch. A cheesy alarm rang, as the door swung open and Jet walked in blood

dripped from the wound Jase's sword inflicted on his arm, the bandage had

nearly come off. Jet's fist was also bleeding from the glass he'd smashed in on

the door. He ran to a spot under an X on the ceiling and ripped the carpet out

from the floor to reveal a door. It was solid steel and was heavy and hard to lift

with the wound on his good arm. The passage way beneath the door was long

and dark, there were lights but they were not lit and cobwebs spread from

them. Jet pushed in a panel on the wall and the lights flickered on, like

fireflies in a clear meadow on a warm spring night. He began down the long

steep hill of steps, after five minutes of steps Jet reached a part of the

passageway that was submerged in water.

Damned water pipes must have broken Jet thought. He took out a palm pilot

out from his black cloak's pocket and detached the antenna. He threw the

antenna into the water and pressed a button on the palm pilot. The screen

turned to a lighted blue and what appeared to be the submerged hallway. The

antenna had turned to a remote camera and on the screen of the palm pilot was

receiving the antenna's feedback. Jet pushed another button on the palm pilot

and the antenna drove deeper into the submerged hallway until it reached a

giant door. He pressed another button and on screen the door opened to reveal

a large room filled withe metal cased boxes. The antenna surfaced a foot away

from the ceiling of the big room, meaning that there was an air pocket. Jet put

the palm pilot in the cloak and without hesitation dove into the warm water.

Jet surfaced a foot away from the ceiling in the large room. It smelled of old

musty air, and the humidity was unbearable, but it was air. After taking a deep

breath Jet dove under and found an old scuba suit and some air tanks. He

quickly assembled them, and put the suit on.

Jet brought big steel boxes up to the dry part of the steps. Once he'd gotten

all of the boxes he wanted to the dry steps he took off the scuba suit and began

carrying the boxes to the old antique shop by the two. The last two boxes

seemed to be the heaviest of them all. Halfway to the antique shop Jet dropped

one of the two boxes, it clanged and screeched as it fell all the way down the

metal steps. Although the box had fallen Jet still climbed the remaining steps

with just the one. Once he reached the antique store Jet closed the steel door,

and put the carpet over it.

Jet Star looked out the dirty window of the antique store. The streets were

empty, not a soul to be found, even those who were trampled on the way out

were gone. Jet opened all of the steel boxes and took out the weapons that they

held. He took out one of the 9mm pistols, loaded it, and shot a glass hanging

above the old cash register. Suddenly there was a beeping noise and the back

wall, being a giant mirror, shattered, and the counter lowered and became flat

ground. When the wall dropped it revealed a hidden garage with a black

superbike in it.

With the weapons and gadgets he wanted slung over his back Jet got on the

superbike and pressed a button underneath the gas tank and a ramp raised to

the bottom of a window. Jet took off squealing his tires and shattering the

window when he hit it at twenty miles per hour. He pulled a sharp right turn

and went straight. He was headed for the Xero Corporation Headquarters.

When Jet reached the front doors he took out from his arsenal two fully

automatic 9mm pistols. He pushed a button on the door and it opened swiftly.

Jet took a deep breath and walked in moving as fast as he could. Two guards

were stumped at first who this man could be but, then they saw the guns. The

guards gave a warning: "DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND DROP TO THE

FLOOR NOW!", but Jet gave no response. Next the guards fired a warning

shot, but Jet still gave no response. Finally the guards shot directly at Jet. They

missed terribly but would not live to regret their terrible aim. With a single

flick of the wrist and forefinger Jet blasted the two guards dead.

Jet knew that he would die on this day and somewhere in this building,

and though he knew he would die he was not afraid, he had in mind thoughts

of Samantha, the one he loved, and the one taken away from him. Jet would

avenge Samantha today come hell or high water.

After holstering his pistols' Jet got in an elevator and pressed the down

symbol. When the elevator doors opened, he was greeted by soldiers

brandishing ML450 submachine rifles! Despite the guns the soldiers were

holding on him Jet did away with them in a matter of seconds. First he

grabbed one of the soldier's guns, out of reaction the soldier fired. When he

fired, he had unwittingly shot his comrade, then Jet drew a blade from a

spring-loaded wrist contraption and slit the others throat. Blood sprayed

everywhere, except on Jet, in the manner of an aerosol can.

Jet continued down a shallowly lit corridor. Eerily there were no soldiers

down here, but then again who would want to be in this condensed sub-

basement? Jet walked until he came to a door marked 515 ADV. This would

be where the man he was looking for would be staying. Jet opened the door

and walked into a spacious, well-furnished room. A man in the dark sat on a

chair in the corner. He had a silenced gun aimed toward Jet.

"Jase Crue?" Jet said in a tamed rage. There was a long silence.

"No, I'm sorry but he could not join us. He did however tell me to stay here

until you arrived so we could have the pleasure of this conversation, and so I

could have the honor of killing the man who killed me."

"What? I don't even know who you are." Jet said in confusion. The man

came out of the shadows and his face appeared. It was Grey!

"Grey! But how could I have killed you, I mean that doesn't even make

sense." Jet said looking really surprised.

"Back at HQ when you and the assassin my boss sent fought in the lab you

threw a full flask at him in surprised reaction. He dodged it and the flask hit

me. Cut my chest up like shredded cheese. If that wasn't enough the flask,

YOU threw that hit ME was holding EDGE550. An enhanced adrenalin serum

which modifies the adrenalin in your body to make you stronger. In little doses

its safe and remarkably affective, but in the large dosage, like what I was

treated to by you , its very lethal," Grey explained, "by tonight I'll be

completely burnt out."

"If I can ever help it you'll be dead in five minutes, you backstabbing son-

of-a-bitch." Rage was running through Jet's veins, though his body language

was saying he was calm. A twinkle in his eye was all he needed to kill this

scum traitor. Jet always held his ground, and this time was no different. He

would find Jase and put a bullet in his head, simple, quick, and effective. If

anything Jet would for sure kill Jase. He wold slowly snap his neck if it came

down to it. Jet left the room marked 515-ADV, and walked to the elevator and

went up.

The lobby was just as he had left it, two dead guards lying on the ground

riddled with bullets. But this time around the blood from the bodies had

reached the doors leading to a barren wasteland. From one of the bodies, Jet

grabbed a security slide-card, and slid it through the small opening in a large

door. There was a beep and the door unlocked. Jet opened the door and

walked into a corridor. More than a dozen doors lined the corridor, most of

which led into a darkened office. Jet began to get creeped out when he found

that some of the offices were overgrown with moss. This meant that this

corridor of offices hadn't been used for a long time. Three years, maybe four.

The end of the corridor was made up of a wall with a rather large mirror

on it. As Jet neared the end of the corridor he looked up at the mirror

expecting to see a reflection of himself walking down the corridor. Instead he

only saw himself, there was no corridor surrounding him. Jet stared into the

mirror; his reflection was surrounded in only darkness.

Suddenly two yellow eyes appeared in the darkness and then an evil

laughter came from the mirror.

"Little fool. You come looking to be a hero but all you'll find is death. Let

the shadows envelope you." an evil voice shrieked, it was coming from the

mirror. Jet grabbed a sub-machine gun that was dangling from a strap around

his shoulder.

"Pathetic. That little potato gun won't even chip this mirror. Try as you

might but you can't hurt me." Jet fired the SMG into the mirror. The bullets

flew into the mirror, the glass did not shatter but began to form waves as water

does when a pebble is thrown into it.

"Not keen on listening to me eh'? Well listen to this: Giving up is the

only chance you have of living through this."

"Do you really think that I'll just give up? First of all I don't know who

you are but you really aught to take me more seriously. Second of all you'd

have to be crazy to think that I'd just give up."