"Merrick, there's a message for you." Neptune came out of the command room, waving him into the room. Merrick raised his eye brow. It was probably another mission. Merrick did not mind this life style, but some days he wished he could get a day or two off. It hadn't even been a day after Ajax had died. Entering the room, he saw something that he never envisioned he would have to see.

"Hey, Tom. If you're listening to this… we both know what that means. You were a good man, sir," Merrick watched a slightly younger Ajax salute him, "I have only one request of you. Back in the day, I made some… choices… three of them to be exact. Twin boys and a girl. Both moms are out of the picture. All these years, I've supported them as much as I could… but now… can you please help them take care of things? There's a box under my bed of letters. Could you give it to them? Thank you. It's been a good ride. I'll be haunting your ass."

It's been a while since Ajax had mentioned his kids, I almost forgot he had any, Merrick thought, walking towards Ajax's now vacant room, we all have our skeletons to hide. Merrick walked into Ajax's room. Hesh, Logan and Kick were huddled around, collecting and packing up their fallen comrades supplies. The dynamic of the group had noticeably changed - they were all silent. Usually, someone would be filling the air with meaningless banter about one topic or another - but now was not the time. Even as stoic and hard as Merrick was, he couldn't help but get chocked up with the death of one of his own. Rorke would pay - the traitor would get what he deserved.

"Boys, we have one last mission." Merrick sauntered over to Ajax's packed and folded bed. Kneeling down, he searched for what he had been instructed to find - a box. Once it was for all eyes to see, Merrick wiped a fine layer of dust off into the air.

"Oh, so this is where he kept his porn stash. No wonder I could never find it." Hesh laughed, elbowing his younger brother. Neptune rolled his eyes, grabbing another article of clothing from his drawer.

"Ajax had 3 children," Merrick paused, looking over the trio, "he asked that we help his kids adjust and settle things down. They didn't know him well, so we need to do our best to help him with closure."

"How many are there?" Kick closed up the drawer, throwing the bag on the bed.

"Three." Merrick let out a sigh. It wasn't so much of the fact that he hated kids, it was more so they could be a nuisance. Ajax had given no indication of their ages. For Merrick, it had been enough to know he had these liabilities. This was either going to be very easy, or extremely difficult.

"So I guess we found his hobby," Hesh picked up the duffle bag Kick had thrown onto the bed and another smaller bag, "when do we leave?"

"As soon as we're done here," Merrick sat up, making sure not to handle the box too roughly, "load up the chopper with whatever will fit."
Merrick strutted out of the room, keep a composed demeanor. Command had allowed Merrick and the team six days to deal with the situation and then had to return to their post. Rorke and the Federation were both still very big threats. They could strike at any time. Hopefully, it would be after these six days. Merrick was well prepared – he would bring his gear just in case.

Merrick entered into his own room, walking over to his desk. He took a seat. Upon his desk sat Ajax's mask. Taking it into his hands, he could feel the coarseness of it. It had been well worn… and well bloodied. Ajax's kids would want to have his mask. For some reason, Merrick had a sinking feeling about this whole situation. Six days wasn't a lot of time – but it would have to be enough.

The helicopter ride had been quite quiet. Hesh and Logan had tried to keep the group in fairly good spirits. Neptune and Kick laughed at most of their shenanigans, but Merrick remained stoic as ever. Not once did he put the precious box down. It was a three hour helicopter ride from where they were stationed. Once that was done, the group took a jeep to their destination. The drive alone took a good thirty minutes – Kick had gotten them lost. Once Neptune had gotten them back on track, they found themselves in a fairly unpopulated neighbourhood. The houses were a good distance a part. As they crept up the driveway, the house was fairly plain.

"Are you sure this is the place?" Kick put the car in park, turning it off.

"Yeah, 1783 Scotia Ave," Merrick exited out of the passenger's seat, "strange that it's a duplex, though."

Looking around, the property was quaint. The grass was well maintained save for a few weeds. Logan and Hesh walked up the stairs. They couldn't decide which door they should knock on. As they were about to knock on the left, the right door suddenly swung open. A teary eyed teenage girl came out onto the porch, a tablet in one hand and an earpiece in her right ear.

"Did the Feds kill him?" The girl scrutinized the group. None of them knew how to respond.

"I asked you a fucking question Merrick – did the Feds kill my father?" The girl took a step between the Walker boys, glaring at Merrick as a tear fell down her cheek.

"I'm so, so sorry," Hesh placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling her tremble, "we were friends of –"

"I know who you are, David." The girl ran back inside, slamming the door behind her.

The men looked at each other, eyeing each other with a look of questioning. How did that girl know who they were?

"I'm sorry about my sister," the left door opened to reveal a very skinny, brown haired and blue eyed boy, "she isn't a people person."

"I'm sorry about your father," Hesh opening up the screen door, shaking the young man's hand, "we were friends and were in his squad."

"Come in," the lanky man stepped back, allowing the group to enter, "my father talked highly of all of you." Logan made eye contact with the kid as he smiled.

"What's your name?" Neptune asked, taking in the fairly plain house. It was fairly outdated. With the spare technology, he felt very out of place.

"Gavin," He smiled, sitting on the white couch, "My brother Derek is out right now getting groceries. He should be back soon. Please, make yourselves at home."

"So, you said your father spoke of us?" Merrick sat in a chair opposite of the couch, leaning back.

"Yes," Gavin smiled broadly, "whenever we could talk, he would tell us about everything… even the time where Logan-"

"Your sister seems very agitated," Logan quickly changed the subject, "is she always like that?"

"Yeah, that's Lexi for you," the group collectively turned towards the door to see a muscular young man walk through the door, "don't worry she won't bother you. She stays in her half of the duplex."

"You must be Derek," Merrick stood up and followed him into the kitchen, "I'm assuming you've heard about your father?"

"Yeah," Derek sighed, dropping the two bags on the counter, "I haven't told Lexi yet."

"She already knows." Merrick leaned against the counter.

"Doesn't surprise me," Derek let out a laugh, grabbing a box of cookies and putting them into a cupboard, "she has always had her way with figuring out stuff. I've never understood how."

"Your father wanted me to give you guys something," Merrick gestured back towards the living room, "there's something for everyone."

"Thank you." Derek smiled, wiping away a stray tear.

The duo walked back towards the living room, seeing Gavin hugging onto Logan and crying.

"Oh yeah, my brother's gay…" Derek whispered to Merrick. He gave an understanding nod and sat down on the same chair, feeling the lukewarm fabric from his previous sitting. Looking at Logan, he could see the look of 'help me' written in his eyes. Merrick couldn't help but smirk.

"What did he leave us?" Merrick glanced over to see Lexi walk through the threshold, with a different tablet and headpiece in tow. When he imagined Ajax's kids, they had never been like this. Looking in Lexi's eyes, he could see the same fire Ajax once had.

"Hey, how are you doing? Oh, I'm fine, thanks." Gavin sniffled, releasing Logan from his grasp. Merrick could sense the flamboyant nature from his voice.

Lexi walked over to the table where Merrick had originally placed the box. She cast her tablet aside, locking it. Merrick, for the life of him, couldn't sense what she was feeling. Gavin was visibly upset and Derek was holding onto his dwindling composure. From what he had gathered, both boys were around 18 years of age with their sister being around 16. The group watched her grasp the top of the box and place it beside her on the table. From inside, they watched her pull out two letters.

"Gay-vin," she passed it to him on the couch, ignoring his glare, "Derek." She handed him his own letter.

"I guess he finally realized that you're too much of a shit to be his kid." Gavin smirked at his sister. Merrick could see the fear in Derek's eyes as the comment left Gavin's mouth.

"At least this little shit," she grabbed her tablet from the table and stood up, "has more balls than you ever will." Before anyone could do anything, Lexi had connected her tablet with the temple of Gavin's head. Merrick immediately grabbed her by the arm and pulled her away from her brother.

"What the fuck Lexi?!" Derek sat beside his brother, grabbing a few tissues and placing them on a deep gash on his temple.

"Pretty boy needs to learn to shut his mouth." Lexi replied, gritting her teeth.

"You need to control you anger." Merrick pulled her out of the room. He couldn't believe it. It had been barley half an hour and they were at each other's throats. Looking down at Lexi, he saw a small smirk play across her face. To him, it seemed like this was not the first time she had done something like that. Just as he figured, this was going to be hell.

"Sir, you'll want to see this." A man tapped a few commands, bringing up a screen. The man in charge sauntered over, scrutinizing the screen.

YOU WILL PAY GABRIEL – AJ

"So the hacker didn't like what happened? Just wait AJ, you'll slip up and we'll find you. You'll make a great addition to our team." A sadistic smile bloomed across the man's face. Rorke had heard of this 'AJ' person before. AJ was a part of a collective of hackers known as STATIC. Neither he, the Federation nor their enemy knew who these individuals were. All that both sides knew was that these individuals could be trouble.

"I'm assuming you can't track where it came from?" he asked, pacing back and forth.

"No, sir."

"I want these individuals found and dealt with. Either they defect to us or they die – simple."