As i walk down the sidewalk on a cold foggy morning my thoughts keep going back to jake. It had been almost a month since he had died by saving me from being flattened by the rubble in the stadium. Yang has been causing petty thefts and mischief but nothing bad enough for them to send me back in. And as for reed, it seems like he has dropped off of the face of the earth. So, i was out of work until one of them started causing problems again. They also have gotten nowhere on the spy that is in HQ, and i have now been assured that jake wasn't the spy. However it took his death for me to realize that it wasn't him. As i get deeper to the heart of the city, and closer to the stadium i get more and more restless. Wanting to run to the stadium still thinking they made a mistake and that Jake is not dead. He had been known for faking his own death, so why not this time? I thought. However, it had been close to a month and there was no way he would been able to hide this long. As i approach the stadium i see workers hustling to and fro repairing the damage from the blasts. I stand there spectating wondering how in the hell i didn't notice the bomb over our heads when we walked in. "Sorry about your friend." Someone said. "Yea its fine he died with honor at least." I say not even bothering to look at the stranger behind me. "Its such a pity you had to invite him along, he was an unwanted causality." The stranger said slyly. I freeze and stiffen. The stranger chuckles and murmurs something under his breath. I turn turn around to reveal a man in a trench coat, and fedora. He was carrying a suitcase with a very oddly shaped handle and a hole on the front. Startled i realize, the suitcase is a gun. He begins to pull the trigger hidden in the handle, and i tense frozen with fear. He pulls the trigger and a loud crack rings through the air.
