A New Chapter

Prologue

"All is fair in love and war. I will tell you that this story is not about love, but war. It is the tale of a painful life; a story about brotherhood, life, freedom, and death. Now let your mind seep into a new beginning, a new chapter..."
"Run!" I screamed into the vox.
"What's going on, brother?" We've been taking what we wanted for a long time. Yet, here we are running for our lives (again).
"I don't know. This was supposed to be a simple grab. What did we do wrong?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all. Except I knew what you were going to try to steal this time." I could recognize that voice anywhere, it was...
"Mefinal Timber." We've crossed paths a few times, but this was a first, he got to us right when my fingertips were touching the painting.
"In the flesh." He said as we turned the corner to see him standing at the end if the hallway. We turned around and went into the women's restroom (I know, scary right?), and after climbing into the ceiling we made our way to our motorcycles in a nearby room. We then proceeded to turn the safety off on our weaponized bikes. Finally we unloaded ever bullet we had into every sorry agent/officer in our path to escape the museum.
"We need to get through those steel doors!" Said my partner over the vox.
"Then arm those missiles Jacob attached awhile back!" I waited for him to be ready then signaled to stop and aim at the doors. "Fire!" I yelled the word harshly with no hesitation. "Was that good enough?" I asked when the burst of light and smoke cleared. The door way looked like a painting inside with bodies laying every which way in a bloody mess. "Well this definitely packed a punch." I signal to go forward through the doorway only to see even more chaos.
Bubba my partner whistles then says, "Dang did we do that?"
"No you only busted that door open." A female voice chips in over our vox communicators.
So here we are outside a now busted up museum on fire (that was our fault) in what looks to be World War three that just popped up in the middle of New York City. Every building was up in flames and constant gunshots were heard from every direction (not our fault). There was screaming and Bubba and I were standing there watching a new torturing mechanism unfold, and then there was that voice...
"Marium, about time, you need to tell us what the hell going on."
"Well while you two decided to lollygag and steal another painting, ever organized crime gang seemed to have made a truce and are trying to overthrowing the government.
"So every major city and town are up in flames." I referred to the news on my motorcycles computer. Bubba and I decided to get away from a place crawling with cops to not get caught in the crossfire.
"That could also explain why Timber got to us quicker than usual. I bet he was looking for a new headquarters and went to the museum." Bubba pointed out try to piece out our misfortune.
"Actual you're right." Marium said shocked by Bubba's quick wits. "The only thing I don't understand is how he got our vox codes."
"I bet he needed a new code system for his units. Did the power go out in the bases vicinity?" I pointed out hoping that was the answer.
"Yeah only for a few seconds, which is long enough to get into our system. Do you want me to mak... On second thought I'll just do that."
I think she could feel the burning sensation from my glare. "Good choice." Me and Bubba stopped at an abandoned flower shop that looked like a grenade blew up inside it. "Well we should probably help the law enforcement this time." I got off my bike and looked at Bubba for an "okay let's do this" but instead he looked at me confused.
"The hell are you thinking! This is our time to get some free head shots. Let's use this opportunity to scavenge some goods. Also this government needs to be overthrown! Have you seen the ridiculous living expenses and taxes! Hell the elections are all for show now! Not one president has done what the promised in the last I don't know hundred years. Help the officers!? What the hell are you thinking! This is our chance to score big and retire!"
"You're thinking of retirement! You're barely thirty! You're gonna let law and order die just because you want a get out of jail card and to get rich quick!? I understand what you're saying but where are you going to retire to when a country goes up in flames and there's no more vacation spots!? If you don't get you're head straight we're done! I'm feed up with this almighty persona you've had!" Those last sentences are still left in my mind. I don't usually care if we kill a few cops, however right now seemed like a good time to show my respect for them and this countries enforcement and judicial laws. I know I'm sounding strange for a guy that's on the top of the F.B.I.'s most wanted list. It's just I like to test the security of the nation's criminal intelligence groups.
"Then I guess I'll have to kill you here and now before we cross paths later." Bubba said coldly as he lifted his pistol and pointed it at my head.
I turned back from walking to my bike shocked to see the seriousness in his eyes. "You're gonna kill me? Bubba what they hell did you smoke!?" I lift my machine gun in defence to his statement. "What the hell happened to being brothers and never leaving each other no matter how many people left us!? You haven't been the same since the doctor probed your head. Let's just talk this out I don't want to kill you."
"I know you won't kill me. You don't have the stones." Bubba said coldly.
"I will kill you if you threaten my life! I'm not afraid to. I just don't want to. Bubba you need to figure out that money isn't everything. This country may die and right now you're too selfish to even care or show some kind of support." I didn't let my guard down or relax because Bubba stared at me with cold killer eyes of a predator watch his prey. He was my brother even if we weren't related. We grew up together, trained together, and fought together. He was my best friend. "Put down your gun!" I yelled hoping he would listen and not go to far.
Yet the next thing I know my eyes start to water and my finger squeezes the trigger to the reaction of the burst of light that came from Bubba's hands. He fell to the ground and I felt an agonizing pain in the upper left ribs in my chest.
"We grew up together never thought we would die together like this." I shallowly whisper as I sink to floor seeing the blood rushing from Bubba's head and chest. I fall over onto the ground. "Is this really how it ends?" I hear Marium's voice and felt gently hands left my head up. The cold, depressed tears rolled down my bloody back. After that, all I saw was darkness.