The inside of the plane had a nice cold breeze coming down through the vents. As it blew through the seats, Bishop rubbed his head before looking back down at his phone. At the moment he was playing a simple game programmed inside—this was one of the very few occasions he ever got to sit down and relax.

“How’s the family at home doing?” Gaiden asked as he stared out the window. It was a beautiful sight at 20,000 feet. The two were always on Air Force One often due to the fact the president was always traveling.

“Oh? Yomi’s really worried.” Bishop replied as he went into a button mashing frenzy.

“I haven’t seen Violet in a while, how old is she?”

“She turned six last week. I missed it though, how about you?” Bishop asked before laughing, “Oh yeah, you have no family!”

“I’m working on it!” Gaiden exclaimed as he turned to him. “See, you have it easy. I’m always running around more than you, so I don’t get to go pussy chasing.”

“That’s not true, you bitched out when we were back in London. I told you to talk to one of those girls at the bar, but you snapped back with an excuse.”

“Well she’d be half way across the world, why bother?”

“I’ll let you slide on that one…” Bishop said as he looked back down. “Don’t talk to me, I’ve never gotten to this part.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m on the final boss! I’m gonna rape that bastard.” Bishop said quickly as he continued button mashing. In the game, his character moved forwards before getting sliced in two by the enemy. “Fuck! I never beat that him.”

“That’s an old ass game. Why don’t you get a new one or something?”

“Because I still haven’t beaten this one. I only started playing it a few years ago.” Bishop turned off the cell phone before putting it into his pocket. Gaiden lit up a cigarette then passed a fresh one over. “Thanks. I haven’t had a cig in weeks!”

“No problem…” Gaiden said as he exhaled. The crisp smoke burnt his lungs, which was a good sign to quit sometime. “You ever think about retiring?”

“Not for a while. This is a good paying job. I pull in over 250,000 a year. It just sucks that I don’t get to spend it often.” As he prepared to speak more, a man in a black suit stood up next to him. He was younger than Bishop, and it was obvious he was new.

“Are you Bishop?” The agent asked.

“Yes sir.” Bishop replied with a serious tone. He couldn’t relax when it came to talking to anybody else on the plane.

“You have a call on the Airfone.”

“Who?” Bishop asked.

“It’s a News Crew in Chicago, I think it’s for an interview. I can always tell them our busy.”

“Do that Agent,” Bishop muted his words and was puzzled to the Agent’s name.

“Agent Brewer.” He replied.

“Yeah, I think I’ve heard your name. Out of curiosity, are you new?” Agent Brewer shrugged, he seemed a little psyched almost with his quick change of face. He then smiled and nodded in agreement.

“Yes, I joined very recently sir.”

“At ease.” Bishop said with a quick nod. He dismissed him quickly with a simple swipe of his right hand before turning back to his cell phone. Agent Brewer left quickly.

“I know him. Real newbie.” Gaiden said quickly.

“And?” Bishop asked hesitantly. He really didn’t care. Gaiden stood without even giving so much as a simple nod before standing up and walking off.

“I need to be heading to the front. I’m escorting the president off premise as soon as we land.” Gaiden said while shuffling through the small area between the seats. Bishop stood and let him by before slowly resting back into the seat. “I think they’re letting you head home.”

“Alright, I could use it. See you around.” Bishop said quickly.

Washington DC Terminal…

Bishop was inside the public restroom with his briefcase wide open; His .50 Caliber pistol was properly stored away to keep out of sight while he made his walk towards the streets. He felt relieved after taking off his trench coat—after wearing it so long the damn thing felt heavy. Under it and protecting his torso was a metal breastplate. It was always on unless he knew he was somewhere safe. With a simple movement he reached on his back and pulled off a small club. It was barely longer than his hand.

“Stupid laws ban me from walking around with you too.” Bishop said as he looked at the device. He set it inside the briefcase and slid back on his leather trench coat that was lying on the sink. After sliding his arms into the sleeves and fixed the torso, he closed his briefcase and stepped out of the bathroom. The airport wasn’t as crowded seeing as much of the population was glued to the TV at the moment. The lobby was only crowded with a few civilians along with a few of the common spooks—the guys with brochures to be more politically correct. He made his way casually across the lobby before hearing a man speak to him.

“Are you satisfied with the choices you’ve made with life, religion,” the old man asked as he lifted up a small book. “I’m a disciple of Reverend Estus Pirkle, and of come to warn the good people of America about the threat of Dictatorship invasion.”

“That’s ok.” Bishop said before walking away.

“Our loss in faith towards the good lord will bring the threat to the United States, but we can stop it!”

Bishop laughed before stepping away rather quickly. He hoped that the man would take a hint—but as soon as he made his way towards the front door he saw an old man in tie-dye sitting hunched up against some foliage.

“Hey padre, you got a couple bucks you can spare me?” the man in tie-dye asked.

“Naw, I only have some a few to get a cab home pal.” Bishop said to him. He didn’t really feel that guilt because he honestly didn’t have a whole lot of change to spare him.

“Oh, that’s cool. I don’t need to buy that acid anyways.” Now he was glad he didn’t pay him. The man stood up before walking separate ways. Bishop walked out to the street and saw a few cabs over in the distance.

“Taxi!”

Minutes later…

“Utaimasho utaimashou minna utaeba tanoshii na,” Violet sang in her fluent tongue as she folded the last shirt in the basket. “I’m done!”

Yomi stepped into the room and smiled at her after seeing the stack of clothes on the table. The whole pile was all in a few stacks that weren’t organized well. Everybody’s shirts and jeans were all mixed up, so she tried to play it off.

“You did a good job.” Yomi said. “I could’ve done them for you!”

“I can help you put them up!” Violet exclaimed with her high-pitched voice. She was very young, and very smart indeed. Yomi bent over and held her arms out before Violet walked towards her and lifted her arms up. She lifted her up off the ground when she heard the front door open.

“Anybody home?” Bishop asked as he stepped inside. Yomi and Violet smiled before rushing to the living room to see him.

“Daddy!” Violet called out as she jumped form her mothers arms and onto the floor.

“There you are!” Bishop exclaimed before opening his arms and catching her and lifting her up.

“I’m so glad you’re ok!” Yomi said as she walked towards him. Bishop held Violet in his right arm before holding out his left to embrace his wife. He hadn’t seen the two in so long—it was quite a relief. The two quickly kissed while Violet hugged Bishop’s neck. Another happy family re-united.