Chapter One:

The Messes I Get Into

ONE OF THESE DAYS, I'm not going to be fighting for my life in some alleyway. Yet, tis the life of the hunter I guess. Never the less, here's where I'm at. The covie's have been long since defeated, floods gone, and Sierra 117 has been retired. However, I'm running out of ammo in my magnum and the ghost just keeps coming. My girlfriend is currently attempting to burn some tomb on the other side of the city.

*click*

And now I'm out of ammo.

"Damn it!" I swore, "Jenni!" I cried into my headset, "You done yet?"

"It's burnin'," she replied, "That should stop 'em.'"

Almost as if on cue, the grey mist swarming towards me dispersed.

"Hot ham on a plate, Jenni," I said as I began picking up my spent shells and magazines, "Any slower and you'd back up."

"Stick it, Jack," she lectured, "better late then never."

I left that alley in a hurry, you never know who could have reported gunfire in the city. I met the lady at a park about half a mile from the alley. She, a great looking, brown hair- brown eyed beauty, pulled up in a black Spade; a truck commonly used by farmers outside of town. She slid over to the passenger side as I jumped in the drivers side. Unlike most Spades, this one had windows.

I glanced over at Jenni, "Were to, milady?"

Cocking an eyebrow she replied, "Food. I'm starving."

We drove for a good bit, when we came upon a small roadhouse about 8 miles out of town.

"How 'bout here?" she suggested.

"Sure," said I, pulling into the parking lot. I took a couple clips from the glove box, loaded one in my magnum, and placed two more in my jacket. She did the same.

"Hi! Welcome to Sammy's, what can I get for you?" the waitress, not to tall, brown hair, pretty asked.

"Mr. Sim." I replied, "Jen?"

"Jakob Lite."

"Commin' right up!" said the waitress, as she shuffled off to another table.

"Guess i'm driving then." I smiled.

"Shove it." She spat.

Hope y'all liked it, more on the way. Ares out.