"Another car, Brother? This seems so useless", I said.

But he insisted. I sent it to a watery grave.

Cold, hungry, and frightening, William Stryker crept around the outside of this rather strange cottage. Dr. Freedell was known by few, he claimed to bea dealer in "world class vegetable oils". As far as William was concerned, that was a load of bull.

He knew thatFreedell'ssummer home, Appettitenaya, was the home of the Monohyde.

William Stryker slid along the south wall. Overflowing with henchmen and minions, Appettitenaya had been a safe haven for Freedell – as far as he knew, it still was. But Stryker had found a secret entrance. Directly above where William Stryker was standing was a ventilation shaft. Stryker jumped up and grabbed the side of the shaft, clambering his way inside. Once inside, he navigated the narrow tunnels using the map he had committed to memory. Left, right, left – and then, directly below him, he could see the shape of a large man for whom Stryker had no love. Laughing to himself, Stryker removed three explosive charges from his pocket and placed them in the ventilation shaft. Slowly, William Stryker slid backwards and began his return to the outside. But, ten feet away, he saw something that made him stop dead.

Dr. Freedell had left his room and proceeded to the one Stryker was now above. He was not alone. Freedell was talking to a man who was sitting in a chair. Stryker could not see the man’s face, but could see the person sitting on his right.

His own nephew, Matthew.

Matthew Stryker had always been rebellious, never understanding the potential danger that the Monohyde posed to the human race. .Now, he was dealing with a man who had killed his own mother and almost got his uncle. Angered, William Stryker drew his gun and jumped down from the shaft.

“Die!” he screamed wildly. A cat screeched in the distance. William landed beautifully, his gun aimed at Dr. Freedell.

“Not a smart move, William,”

Freedell chuckled. William stared.

“Hands up.” William ordered.

“You know,” Freedell said, “I don’t think so.”

Suddenly, William felt the butt of a gun pressed against his scalp.

“William Stryker, let me introduce you to an associate of mine. Mr. Blowfish, this is the…late…William Stryker, uncle to Mr. Matthew Stryker.”

Gordo Blowfish gave an examining eye to William, who felt fairly nervous by now.

“William, let me onto a little secret…you have something I want.” said Blowfish, “Mr. Freedell has just promised to get it from you. However, you have made things easier for me.”

Whereupon he shot Dr. Freedell.

“You see, I could not have launched any large-scale operation with you still alive. Oh, yes, William," he added, seeing the look on Stryker's face, "it is I who control the Monohyde, not Dr. Freedell here. I'm sorry, but he really just was a producer of vegetable oils. I will let you die knowing that, because of you,an innocent man did as well."

At this moment, a herd of cattle broke down the door of the office and entered, looking for things to eat. Behind them came a drunken Irishman, singing about repentance and forgiveness. Blowfish, mildly distracted, looked up in absolute disbelief. However, this was nothing compared to the disbelief he suffered when William, taking advantage of the situation, hit him with a phone and took away his gun – which was peanuts to the shock of watching half of the building explode and go up into smoke, which itself was nothing when compared with the absolute surprise all parties present experienced when the cows began to shed their skin and members of the secret organization WalkWater came out and quickly killed Blowfish.

William Stryker smiled for what was quite possibly the only time in his life.