Book 1: At the End of a Long Escape

1 Chapter 1 Adventure/Tragedy - Jake's Prequel, "Just a Poor Boy" Re-writing over-written chapters. Oopse :(
2 Chapter 2 Adventure/Romance - Resident Evil 6, Jake's campaign "I'm Looking for a Savior" Re-writing over-written chapters. Oopse :(
3 Chapter 3-4 Romance/Drama Post-RE6 Romance, "Three Days Grace" Complete
4 Chapter 5-7 Romance/Drama/Adventure/Hurt/Tragedy Post-RE6, "A New Purpose: Operation Orphan" Complete
5 Chapter 8-10 Romance/Drama/Adventure/Hurt/Comfort, "Child of the Chrysalis: The Hunger Within" Complete
6 Chapter 11-12 Adventure/Drama/Hurt/Comfort/Romance, "Broken Glass" Complete
7 Chapter 13-15 Adventure/Drama/Romance/Hurt/Comfort, "A Complicated Life" Complete
8 Chapter 16-18 Adventure/Drama/Romance, "Save the World Tomorrow" Complete
9 Chapter 19+ Adventure/Drama/Romance, "A Life Less Ordinary: Resident Evil 6.5" In progress

Book Descriptions:

#1 Jake's Prequel to RE6. Last part needs a rewrite for being overwritten by mistake.

#2 Takes place during the events of RE6, Recap: Jake and Sherry hate each other but each is a liability. After being kidnapped, each realize they have become closer to one another with their shared life changing experience. Last part needs a rewrite for being overwritten by mistake.

#3 Takes place after the death of Ustinak but before Jake's campaign ending: Jake and Sherry have three days before they must part ways. With three destinations and new found feelings for each other, Jake and Sherry tie up lose ends in their past, looking forward to their futures.

#4 Takes place after Jake's secret ending: JakexSherryxSheva a bit of a love triangle, action story. Jake finds purpose in life destroying his father's legacy. He comes across a rogue BSAA agent working on her own to do the same. Jake agrees to help her rescue her superior only to find out they share more similarities than he wanted to discover. How will Jake deal with the woman who killed his father after knowing the same man killed Sheva's own parents? Jake questions his feelings only to cross paths with Sherry again.

#5 Sherry finds herself in Egypt. Unable to go on with her life after Jake is KIA, she searches for any leads to her lost lover. Is Jake alive and will she be able to resist the changes in her body from the G-Virus?

#6 Jake and Leon go on the hunt for Ada Wong. They need to get all the information she holds about the G-Virus and the ware-about of Chimerys, leader of "Vox Populi, Vox Dei." Can they find a cure for Sherry's new self, G?

#7 Jake accidentally saves the life of a DSO desk agent in Spain. She is the daughter of the re-elected President of the United States. Sherry is the agent sent to rescue her before the BSAA makes a second attempt to secure the area, opening old wounds between them.

#8 Jake is on the run from the BSAA, NATO and the UN as he is framed for involvement in Bio-Terrorism. Sherry compromises her mission when their paths cross, complicating her own issues with her DNA being in the C-Virus. Despite all that has happened between them, Jake has decided to help her complete her drug investigation mission. A new virus outbreak occurs in Russia linked to the street drug.

#9 RE6.5, Starts with Jake and Sherry. It all boils down to a new life for Jake and Sherry but how long can they survive against all odds? Resident Evil 6.5. Will feature the following surviving main cast members from RE1-RE6 + RE-Revelations (Jake M., Sherry B., Leon S. K., Ada W., Chris R., Claire R., Jill V., Parker L., Rebecca C. I. Hunnigan), possible (Jessica S., Sheva A., Josh S., Helena H., Raymond V., Nikolai Z., Albert W.)

I do not own Resident Evil, any of these characters or any musical lyric quotes mentioned. This was not initially written to Queen but I thought the lyrics suited his story as I went along... Sad and beautiful... I decided to title each chapter to parts of Queen's song.
This is part one of some fanfics I will be writing featuring Jake a Sherry. I may make them separate stories or continue them. This is a prequel to Jake's story, defining my take on Jake (no pun intended). *Spoiler alert* I know Krauser and Wesker only had a casual working relationship but Krauser did initial seek Wesker out for the virus mutations. I know it's been 6 years since RE5 and Jake was in Brazil 3 years before RE6. Ah well. Getting that out of the way.

"I'm just a poor boy... I need no sympathy!" Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

Jake Muller was built like a tank. He stood at 6'3 with blue eyes and red hair that could make the carrot-topped "Anne of Green Gables" blush. He had a tongue full of fire and piercing Crayola blue eyes. His heart was colder than permafrost on a Canadian territory's landscape. Badass as the scar on his cheek, he had an insatiable appetite for money and the skills to obtain it. It was what kept him alive.

He was a mercenary. A "soldier of fortune" whose loyalty could be bought and sold to the highest bidder at the flip of a coin. He wasn't always this way...

Jake Muller grew up impoverished. A child prodigy in the musical arts; a self taught pianist that rivaled a young Mozart. His mother was disowned by her family for being with foreigner instead of honoring the arrangement agreed upon before her birth. The rest of her dowry was given to her betroth's family... As compensation for her dishonorable conduct. Jake never met his father; the father that was very reason he had no one else in the world but his mother.

Long before he became a mercenary, his mother fell ill. She struggled to pay for basic necessities, often going hungry for her beloved Jake, the last connection to the one man who she believed loved her. Her only inheritance; her dowry; a finely tuned piano. She taught her son Jake to the best of her ability when she saw him take to it as a toddler... Only to pawn it to support her medical bills and her child's needs. Jake wondered from such young age why his mother always spoke so highly of the father that abandoned them in this poor country. His mother wouldn't be so sick if his father was here to support them. He just knew it!

He cried bitterly that day as they lingered outside the store front in silence, cash in hand. He watched the piano roll to the front window of the antique store. His last connection to a past he did not know. Jake's mother wiped his tears saying there would be better days. He sobbed to her, explaining it was not the loss of his piano. He was angry that his mother could love a man that allowed her to become so ill.

"One day you will meet him, Jake. Your father was very good to me and he gave me my greatest joy... My little Jake. Then," she put her hands on his shoulders and looked deeply into his eyes with a faint smile, "You will see the man he is." Jake averted her gaze. His eyes burned with emotion every time he heard about his father. His mother sighed and pulled him along home.

He was barely a teen when the debts grew larger than the void in his father's footsteps. His mother lay in hospital shortly before they were evicted from their home. He begged and pleaded with the landlord on her behalf but the country was in political unrest. There was nothing they could do. If the debts were not paid his mother would be in prison instead of a hospital. Soon she would be evicted there too.

He slept on the steps of the church, telling his mother he was staying with school friends. She thanked God for the kindness of strangers. Her son would be taken care of even if she did not win her battle with death. Jake cursed God for his birth as he fought back tears in the snowstorm. It was bitterly cold that night. He tugged his jacket over his body as a blanket, the steps warming to his body heat.

He lied to his mother for the first time. There were no friends. There was no money for school. He stole books from his classroom the day he was dismissed.

The church was too full of other refugees to take in a lone boy. He was considered old enough to work in this third world country. Employment was scarce as the war broke out. He used what money he could beg for or steal to pay for mom's bills. She was all he had. She couldn't die! He wouldn't let her!

Jake went to visit his mother. He often came early to sleep in the waiting room of the hospital for warmth and an opportunity to scope out victims. It was still dark outside. An aged man fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette. He was covered in scars and missing his ring and pinkie finger from his left hand. Jake saw a shimmer of gold as the man went to his inside jacket pocket. A thick chain hung loosely around his neck leading to a pocket watch. He watched this old man for over three hours already while pretending to sleep on a bench across the hall. It was not visiting hours yet.

Placing the butt between his lips, the man pulled out a lighter and exited the back doorway to light up. Jake smiled to himself. He wanted to find the perfect victim. Not a hard struggle with a good payout. He was hungry and eaten in days. Jake didn't know what reality was more fearful. The realization of his mother's pending imprisonment if her debts were not paid in full today... or starvation. He sold his jacket for a small payment towards her bills as interest.

He had enough of this sad life. He would sell his soul tonight for his mother's health... and a bite to eat.

The man whistled as he walked down the courtyard of the hospital to a park bench. Jake's hand shook as fumbled for the knife in his pocket; his last possession other than the clothes on his back. It belonged to his father; his only connection besides blood. Jake steadied his breathing as his hand grasped the hilt. He was finalizing his plan; First he would pick this mans pocket. If found nothing he would cut the man's jacket and take that gold pocket watch. If the man resisted... Jake bit down on his bottom lip as he walked seemingly past the man, behind the bench, minding his own business.

Jake threw a stone at a second story window as a makeshift distraction. He slipped his hand in the man's pocket as glass rained down on the bench. It was the wrong pocket to pick that day!

"Momma... Just killed a man... Put a gun against his head... Pulled my trigger now he's dead... Momma life had just begun... But now I've gone and thrown it all away... Anywhere the wind blows doesn't really matter to me... To me..." Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

Jake smiled genuinely, a grin from ear to ear. He felt bad for the fucker he killed but not much... He didn't know the poor bastard. He was some politician the Edonian people couldn't stand. Jake didn't care for politics. He took a life to save his mother's. The debts were paid. She would be given the medications she needed in the hospital.

He told himself it was a job. It would keep their bellies full, backs clothed, bills paid. Most importantly, his beautiful mother, the only thin that mattered in the world, would be given the care she needed to get well. He would play the piano for her again as she recovered, comforting her. He smiled as he bounced up the stairs three at a time with the luxury his mother loved best. Fresh apples.

Apples... The forbidden fruit spoken of in the bible. They grew the world over in so many varieties. They were a delicacy in such a cold harsh land, especially with a war engulfing this place. Jake was promised to be well taken care of. He was immediately given ammunition, weapons, clothing, food, money... No one would suspect an innocent, sweet, starving child... Begging at a politician's feet for a way to feed and care for his sick mother during wartime. The bastard laughed in his face.

"Please, sir..." Jake held out his hand gently, slowly, weakly... pleading... "For the children of Edonia..." He cried, his blue eyes sincere and unwavering.

The bastard almost looked apologetic as the boy reached up his hand. Jake unfurled his shaking little fingers... A smirk curled the boy's full lips, his blue eyes suddenly full of glee, as the man reached into his pockets to shove a few coins his way. Jake pulled the grenades out of his pockets, the pins remaining in his fingers. He walked out of the room slowly as everyone ducked for cover. The boy put his hands in his pockets and shook his head as he walked out the government house, on live tv. The explosion erupted behind him as his scarf flapped in the wind behind him. He ducked to hide as military soldiers ran inside for survivors. A smile touched his face with a chuckle. This was his new life, his way to provide what his father didn't...

He reached his mother's room, smiling again as he recalled his suicidal mission. He laughed to himself as he bounded the corner. His eyes twinkled as he saw the signs pointing to the rooms in the new hospital wing she was in. He paused momentarily then turned right to find her room.

The apples in his paper bag fell to his feet, splattering as they crunched beneath his boots. The loud beeping made his heart skip a beat. Room 317. He collapsed into a nurse's arms that held him back, screaming, pleading! The machines shocked her chest as he fought more staff. Security was called into the room to restrain him.
"Sweetie. Sweetie. We're sorry. This was the third time today. She signed the DNR."
He screamed, balling his fists, frozen on the floor, tears streaming from his face.
"What the fuck is that?" He roared at the nurse that hugged him closely, stroking his hair. He pushed her away and ripped the coroner away from his mother's body. He flung himself onto her, shaking her. "Please wake up wake up!" She looked at him with unfocused eyes for a moment... Then her eyes stared up unwavering. Her body was limp in his hands as he unabashedly mourned her.
"Its a reflex." The coroner said softly. "You missed her passing. The reflex will go on for a little while longer. She's gone kid."

Jake held her lifeless form for a moment later... First he was a bastard and now an orphan. He was an orphan now... Jake Muller? And a criminal... For what? A promise of wealth and infamy? He didn't make it on time... Not even for... Not even for her death. It was all for nothing.

Jake found his composition. He didn't want to leave before her burial but he had no choice. He heard the military boots running outside the window. A quick glance told him he was right. He took his small bundle out of his pocket and wiped his eyes with her hair, smelling her softness for one last time. "Goodbye mommy... I love you." He hugged her and lay one last kiss on her forehead. He placed his payment on her lap.

"Please, bury her correctly..." He choked back tears, "She's a Catholic." Most people were Orthodox in this country. He looked into her cold dead eyes again and gave her one last hug, one last goodbye, to the only person who mattered to him in this life. He would search for his father and find him like she said he would. He shoved the envelope in the coroner's hands. "Please." He pleaded. He bolted out the door to the safe house... "Goodbye mom..." He clamped his eyes shut, holding back tears once again. He sighed as he glanced at his beloved life giver one last time... Then crept out of a window to a rooftop nearby. At least she did not get to see what he had become...

"Momma... If I'm not back again this time tomorrow... Carry on. Carry on... As if nothing really matters." Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

This was the wrong place and the wrong time... Or was it fate? He decided he was willing to die for a bite to eat and the money to save his mother's life in more ways than one today.

The old man stood in one swift movement, grabbing Jake, throwing him forward, "head, over-heels" over the man's shoulders and to the cold unforgiving pavement. The man expected this. He didn't flinch for even a moment. Jake twisted in mid-air, trying to resist the overwhelming force of his fall. His shoulder took the impact... Barely. He rolled instinctively. He would survive this first test, for now.

Jake twisted himself up from the pavement, bringing his knife before his face an offensive stance. He couldn't let this bastard win. This was his last stand against the cruel world. Jake balled his fist defensively before him as the man laughed, hands at his sides. Jake would guard any forthcoming attack from his prey and get what he so greatly needed one way or another. He tried to still his pants, clutching the knife confidently. He couldn't let this this get any further out of hand. He saw other men approach from his peripheral vision. They seemed to come from nowhere.

"Shit..." He took a deep breath and hoped they weren't coming to aid his target. He had to look like he had done this before. Really he could have literally shit himself in this moment if it wasn't so vital. Jake was willing to die because he would die anyways. If he couldn't do this, his mother's death would follow. He no other choice. He took another deep breath and held it for a moment. The coldness of the knife bit into his parched fingers. He stifled a shiver from the cold. He would suck it up and stand his ground as he wanted to cry from the frostbite biting into his body.

"Fuck off, kid." The man laughed again, his arms outstretched, palms up, like he didn't feel any threat at all. The scars on his face stood out nastily against his paling skin as the cold weather stole the color from his face.
The man coughed the shadow of a laugh as he looked down at the blood running down his sleeve, soaking his gloved hand. He coughed another laugh. "Nice one you little shit." He spat out at Jake, who held himself back from being startled like a cat that heard a vacuum start in the same room. Jake's hairs went up at the back of his neck.

"Shit." Jake breathed as he narrowly avoided the kick to his chest from the old bastard. He slapped the kick down and dug his knife deep into the man's leg, missing the shin with great accuracy. In winter his mother would always buy their meat for the season. She showed Jake how to skin a pig for sausage. A smirk lit the corner of Jake's mouth in triumph. He was going to skin this pig.

The man cried out in rage and brought his injured leg down heavily, pinning Jake's foot beneath his own. He jabbed a fist into Jake's chest. Jake doubled over, buckling to his knees at the raw pain. Adrenaline kept his conscious. Heat rose from his stomach up, like a flame rising to the heavens. He blocked the next attack, to his face, with his two bare fists as he realized the knife stayed in the man's calf. His fists collided with his face. "Christ!" he breathed as he threw his head back. He would have fallen away to safety if his timing was better and the man didn't grab him by the shirt.

The man shook Jake like a rag doll. He sneered and spat in Jake's face. His green eyes softened as he looked into Jake's now fearful glare. "So you think you're a fighter?" He snapped Jake's head back and forth again, Jake's hands defensively grabbing the man's wrist. He lifted Jake off the floor. Jake closed his eyes for a brief moment, "I'm sorry mom."

He thought of the look that would be on her face if she had to identify his bloody corpse, face blown open from at least one bullet to the brain. Her long locks wet with tears. Her hair brushing his cheeks as her tears rained down his face. Her only son. Her only joy. Her only comfort. Her only hope. Her only tomorrow... He had to be back tomorrow. "Not like this..." He thought to himself, shaking his head. "I'm not ready to die. Not today... Not like this..." He had to be strong... He had to do it for her... He did everything for her.

The man drew his gun to Jake's forehead. The cold barrel reminded him of his lack of protection from the elements; Jake's fingers and toes numb beneath his worn out socks and gloves.

Jake stared the man down as he felt his confidence rising, a smirk curling along his full lips. "Enough of this..." His eyes narrowed. "...you son of a bitch." He didn't dare speak that last part. The man laughed in response.
"Laughing death in the face kid?" He twisted the knife against Jake's forehead as he chuckled to himself. The bastard smiled seemingly amused by his petite opponent. "Any last requests you flame-headed runt?"

"Yeah..." Jake laughed, "Eat shit, asshole!"

"Easy come easy go will you let me go? ...Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me... (Guitar solo) ... Just gotta get out... Just gotta get right out of here... Ooh yeah! Ooh yeah!" Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

Jake swung his free leg up and pushed off the bastard, grasping with cold fingers at the man's neck. He hoped his luck wouldn't run out as he tried out that back flip again, kicking off the man's pelvic bone. He smiled as the man grabbed himself at the crotch, releasing him. Jake twirled with his hands hitting the ground and flipped to his feet, his back to his opponent. He laughed as his last glance was the man hitting the floor, holding his crotch. He dashed through the woods, running as fast as his feet could carry him, watch in his hand.

He smiled at his prize, twirling one it one hand by the chair as it shone in the sunrise, his other hand under it for safe measure. The chain was now broken but it was still gold. It not pay the whole bill but it should pay for some much needed food. Maybe he could beg for more time, using the rest of the money for interest. At least he could eat today.

He giggled at his victory as he came to a halt in front of the antique store, thinking of his near death experience. He bit into the last bit of food in his pocket; an exotic red apple, smirking as he cocked his head. "How did you like them apples you son of a bitch..." His thoughts were cut off by the sudden thunk at the back of his head. His eyes blurred as he felt his feet betray him. He saw the apple roll on the ground before his nose as he heard a familiar voice coughing a chuckle. "Not this shit again..." He breathed faintly as he lost consciousness.

He woke up in a strange, dirty place. It smelled like food being by an untrained cook and body odor. He saw blood on the pillow he was face first in. His limbs were sprawled like he was thrown there. Looking up he saw a broken window, with wood haphazardly nailed to keep the snow out. The snow twinkled against the moon light as it drifted down and melted on his face. He raised his head. The door lay steps from his feet in the tiny room, the dirty mattress beneath him, on the floor. Gun shots could be heard as the civil war went on.

"The little cunt made it."

That voice again. "Shit." Jake whispered to himself as he swung around and sprung to his feet, searching his pocket for his knife. It whizzed past him as he instinctively dogged it. His vision slowly adjusted to the light in the room before him, staring down a familiar set of faves. One stood out from the crowd. The shaggy haired old bastard.

"You embarrassed me in front of my men you piece of shit." He sneered, barking out, "Be glad I feel merciful today." He slapped Jake hard across the face. Jake refused to flinch and stood his ground. He brought his hands in an offensive position, ready to take on the room of men. He had to, for his mother's sake. A tear nearly escaped his eyes as he thought of her crying over his dead body again. He adjusted his position with a loud growl as he aimed to strike."

A huge laugh threw him off guard. "All right we know your are as spicy as your ginger hair. Now are you willing to be paid for your sins today?" The man threw the watch at his face. The chain stung Jake, a confused look upon his face as he snapped the watch in his hand instinctively.
"Nice catch pretty boy..."
Jake stood silently at the men before him. The old bastard nodded. "There is a catch to this. Become one of my mercenaries or this doesn't end well for you kid. You are good enough to go do me a simple favor in exchange for your life. To prove your worth to me. There is more money than that stupid little watch you... Almost... Got away with..." He grinned.
Jake stared stoically, listening intently. Wait, a job? On his first, failed, attempt to kill a man and run? Jake gave his most intimidating stare on his teen-aged baby face.
"On one condition." As if he was in a position to negotiate... "Pay my family's debts and keep the cash flow coming... And... I want the debts paid to my creditor right now."

A smile curled on the old man's lips. Jake's heart thudded against his chest as he stared the old bastard down."
"Done."

Jake smirked and shook his head. Did he just negotiate a deal in his favor with the devil? And succeeded? Little did he know he truly did sell his soul. He brought his gaze back to his new employer.

"What do I have to do."

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Anywhere the wind blows... Doesn't really matter to me... To me..." Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

Years passed as Jake and his group toured the world... Country to country... War to war... Political shit hole to political shit hole... So long as there was cold hard cash he didn't care.

The old bastard became a father figure after the day Jake's mother died. He consoled Jake... Sharing stories about his own childhood loses... The loss of his crew... He taught the orphaned Jake how to hunt, how to survive, how to kill... His group were like brothers... Almost... Brothers came... Brothers went... Brothers died... But Jake was always the black sheep. He never fit in anywhere, even as a child.

A band of orphans led by an old Vietnam war vet, they fought together, lived together, died together... Shared bounty, shared wine, shared women... Life was one big party if you were willing to kill for it. Jake learned he was not alone anymore. He didn't feel orphaned. Even if it was all an illusion he believed he was happy. What teen-aged wouldn't want cash and ass? He traveled the world... On someone else's pocket. The dirty old bastard became his pops. This was not the life his mother chose for him... But he was still alive...

Something felt different about this mission. It was a simple babysitting job but something seemed odd. Three days into the South American mission in Brazil, protecting some rich diplomat's spoiled gringo kids for an embassy here, something fell out of place. Jake grew bored of babysitting. It was always a different shit head he had to stalk and watch every few days.

The cocaine growing drug lords would threaten the families for tributes. His job was to keep the shit-headed kids safe and ensure that the rights that were paid for were respected. These brats were his age and every now and then he would sneak off with the party girls he babysat for a good fuck... Jake was not living the life his mother would have chosen for him, but he was living the life.

"Fuck a rich bitch in the ditch..." Jake's partner sing-songed as they patrolled some gringo's house.
"Hell yeah." Jake nodded, a beer in his hand. A house party at the beach, deep in the jungle, alive with the ambiance of a full moon and wild animals. They were tempted by the foreign college girls stripping off in the heat of the night. "You'd never see that in Edonia" he smirked, setting down his gun to strip off his own clothes.

Jake dropped his beer as a sexy brunette jiggled her tits at him. God he loved little sluts... She danced up to him, soaking wet... Her tanned skin glowing in the moonlight, dark hair flowing over her chest as her sweet nipples played peekaboo between her curls. She started grinding her ass against his blue cargo pants. "Damn girl, slow down..." He put his hands around her waist as she led him to the water, throwing her bra Jake's partner's face. This was not his mother would have chosen for him but... "Awwww... fuck this..." Jake dropped his gun... And his pants... Tearing his shirt off as he dove into the water after her.

Jake awoke, a girl on each arm and one more with her tits in his face. He loved how his cute smirk and striking blue eyes stole all the women. The brunette was gone, "Probably whoring around with someone else." he thought to himself. He tilted his head back and relished in the breasts on his face... Until he heard the night go nearly still. Something was not right...

He listened in the dark over the sound of howler monkeys... A branch broke in the distance and screams rang out in the night. Jake pushed the girls off and stumbled through the underbrush of the amazon forest, stumbling as he struggled with his pants, belt, shoes. The dead lay silently in the bushes as people scattered left and right around him.

He shook his head with a smirk, "Looks like we got party crashers... There goes my buzz..." He continued to trudge through the jungle shirtless as it became a battlefield.

His remaining allies fought their way through the jungle, looking for the bastards that ambushed them. The old bastard called a retreat. They made their money here. Why bother losing more lives? The remaining guys would split their fees equally. Something just didn't feel right...

As Jake and his partner made their way to the rendezvous, they climbed to what they thought was a good lookout point. Jake pulled out his binoculars. He spotted a yacht with his night vision on, a toy that was given specifically to him, the bastard's favorite merc. The lights were off. It seemed abandoned.

The while platoon was killed in cold blood or in action as they made their escape. An hour passed as they stayed perfectly still on recon. A man came on deck from the cabin of the yacht, a familiar brunette on his arm. Was that the bitch he almost fucked?

He couldn't make put the face of the man behind the sunglasses. "Shades in the middle of the night?" Slicked back blonde hair and dressed in black. He was as tall as Jake and just as muscular judging from his skin tight suit. He threw a package below the deck.

Their voices echoed up the hillside to Jake's position. He heard the same Italian accent... "Yep," he said to himself, "definitely the tease I almost fucked."
The tall blonde weird guy spoke low. He had a British-y, eloquent accent and monotone voice. Jake could barely make out the words as his voice purred through the jungle.

A familiar voice made Jake jump. His eyes grew large with shock ad he saw the figure emerge, gesturing with one hand, money in the other. "This isn't all of it." He growled, "This is one jackass' pay in my line of business."

"The fucking old bastard!" Jake growled. "Son of a bitch sold us out!" Jake heard a thud at his feet. His partner lay dead below their perch. "The fuck!?"

Jake scrambled down the tree and ran towards the water; the last of his troupe. He had to see this with his own eyes. His "father" betrayed them all. The only person he could turn to after... After she died... Jake stumbled through the forest, barely hearing the blonde's voice.
"Excella... Show him his bonus pay."
Jake could see the yacht with naked eyes now. He didn't know how he got to the shore so quickly. His eyes blinding with tears he didn't realize were flowing.

His "father", Pops, the old bastard... Fell over the side of the yacht in a hail of bullets. Jake thought the splash into the water was the sound of his heart breaking as he fell to hid knees.

"I can't... I can't believe... This is not real..." He hyperventilated and felt his world going dark. He fumbled his fingers towards his holster, his weapon gone. "This is so not fucking happening!" He let out a scream of rage and sorrow, allowing his presence to be known.

"Krauser...?" The blonde called for someone with his steady, monotone voice. He waved his hand over his shoulder casually as he turned his back to Jake, descending to the cabin below, "Mop that mess up..."

Need to do a re-write of over-written last part for this one, sorry. It's on the list to do.