Disclaimer: Fear and any other series mentioned are the sole property of their respective companies and do not belong to me. On the other hand, Fear as an emotion can be exploitied in any way possible like a cheap hooker.

Day 6

For once in his life, Spen Jankowski felt at ease in F.E.A.R. headquarters. Ever since Spen had endeavered to teach the pointman "normal behavior and routine", Spen expirenced a comfortableness parallel to those lessons. The pointman himself was a quickstudy, he only needed to be shown something once in order to repeat it perfectly. He adapted to this new behavior remarkbly quick.

"Now there see? You just put it in the microwave and set it to five minutes. When it's done, you can pull it out of the microwave and eat it."

The pointman nodded.

Spen beamed.

The microwave exploded.

"Ahhhh damn it, what the hell?"

Spen had apparently forgotten that F.E.A.R. used expiremental kitchenware as well as weapons.

While Spen ran out of the kitchen to get a fire extinguisher, the pointman grabbed a kitchen knife and started shanking the microwave, believing it to be a hostile.

Rowdy Better's Office

Betters groaned as the emergency sprinkler system suddenly turned on. He switched through the live camera feeds on his computer until he found Spen wrestling with the pointman for a kitchen knife as a microwave was burning in the background. He stared at the feed for a few minutes, then switched it off. He sat in front of his computer, oblivious to the jets of water streaming over him.

Jin walked in. She placed a bag on top of Betters desk while trying to fend off the constant downpour of water.

"All of the pointman's medical examinations are in there." She yelled over the hissing of water.

Betters punched a button on his desk and the sprinkler system turned off.

"That's better, what happened anyway?" asked Sun-kwon.

"Spen." said Betters.

"I should have known. Here he comes now." Jin pointed out.

Spen and the pointman walked into Betters office.

"Look I- " Jankoski began.

"Just shut up Spen." Answered Betters.

"Tsk tsk, look at you, your all wet, you know it's not healthy to going around in damp clothing, lets go get changed before you get sick." Said Jin as she led the pointman away from Better's office.

"Hey wait-"

"JUST SHUT UP SPEN." Snapped Jin.

"Ok."

Spen turned back to Betters after Jin and the Pointman left.

"Hey Betters, I think we really need to talk about the pointman and his history."

"What's there to talk about?"

"Like why he never talks, that sort of thing. We've mentioned it before but we've only been scratching the surface."

Betters considered it and answered "Fine, we'll all assemble in the conference room in ten minutes. We'll look over his medical files too, and get everything out of the way."

Betters added "He'll be an offical member of F.E.A.R. after this."

Conference Room

"Good, now that we're all here we can start."

Jin started passing out the Pointman's medical files while Betters continued.

"We'll first address everyone's immediate concerns and then we'll let Jin do her medical summary. We all know how long she takes with her reports so we'll save that boring crap for the end."

Jin coughed and pretended she hadn't heard Betters.

"Now Jin, is there any physical reason as to why the pointman is a mute?"

She looked at the pointman and then said to Betters

"No, there's none, He's physically able to talk."

"So it's psychological?"

"He could have been traumatized... I don't know, there wasn't any physical evidence last time I checked."

"Meaning you've... checked him multiple times? Mabye you've been paying too much attention to one particular area on his body." Suggested Spen.

Sun-kwon glared at Spen.

"But no seriously, I think that the pointman doesn't talk because no one ever taught him to." Said Spen trying to correct himself.

"Everything I've been showing him so far, should've been taught to him by his family or whomever's been taking care of him up to this point."

Spen looked at the pointman and asked him

"Do you have any family?"

The pointman thought about it. He thought about his brother screaming and howling in solitary confinement. Then he thought about his mother who ripped the flesh off of other people and left behind bare skeletons.

The pointman shook his head.

"So who's the one that took care of you as a child? whose been like a father or teacher to you?"

The pointman shook his head again. Spen looked bewildered.

"Is there anything at all you can reveal to us about you? What part of the military where you in?"

Betters started flipping through a pack of papers he had brought with him.

"Says here that all of his combat and survival training was provided for by a private corporation."

"Are you serious?!" exclaimed Spen.

"This organization is government affiliated as well as private. It's not unusual for use to recieve weapons from the private enterprises, but this is a bit unprecedented true."

"Which corporation was it?" Asked Jin.

"Let's see here... the Umbrella Corporation? Oh no wait...they're the ones who gave us that microwave."

"Mabye the corporations a front for the Patriots?" Suggested a box sitting inconspicously in the corner.

"Or mabye for Third Echelon." Suggested Sam Fisher as he was sitting in one of the conference room's chairs.

"WHERE DO YOU TWO KEEP COMING FROM?!"

"Oh let it go Spen."

"A-Alright Sir."

"I don't understand why he keeps breaking the 4th wall for you guys."

"The 4th wall? What are you talking about?" Spen asked.

Betters answered for Jin.

"When an author or a writer pens a story, he's creating his own seperate reality contained within the story. Obviously, ideas and themes are taken from the reality the author lives in and placed within the the story's reality. Breaking the 4th wall is when the story's characters acknowledge the existence of the author's reality as well as their own. Typically, characters break the 4th wall late into a story, and especially in comedys. This is usually due to the fact that the writer isin't coming up with any new material, since he's already used up most of his original ideas/jokes early on.

Betters pointed to Sam Fisher and the cardboard box in the corner.

"In their case, the author's done a cross-over from one sepearte reality into another seperate reality, namely ours. The author hasn't technically made mention of his plane of existence so it isin't exactly like breaking the 4th wall, but it's very similair. This little speech on the other hand is a definite form of breaking the 4th wall. Anyways, it's a tool used by slipshoddy writers and wanabe authors who should stop being losers and go do something else since they obviously have no talent what so ever in storytelling."

Betters cleared his throat.

"Now I want all of you to shut up while I watch the Patriots VS. the Giants."

Betters picked up the remote and turned on the Plasma screen TV mounted on the wall.

"Sure I'm game." Replied Sam Fisher.

Snake got out of the box and sat in a chair. "Yeah, sounds good."

"I'll go get us some pizza."

"Use the oven this time you idiot."

Jin looked around.

"What about my report?"

"Later you nerd."

"...Fine."

Hours Later

"Here's the half-time show."

"Hey that was pretty good was that delivery?"

"No it's-"

Everybody in the room glared at Spen.

"Tombstone." Spen gulped.

Snake put his hand on his head.

"This is unbelievable."

"What's wrong with Tombstone?" Inquired Spen.

Betters responded "No, look at the screen Spen."

A naked man ran across the football field, dodging players as he streaked across the field from one side to the other. Security was chasing him.

"They're going to catch him!" Yelled Jin.

One of the guards tackled the man but missed when he did a cartwheel. The man did a second cartwheel that smacked the guard in the face and left him on the ground. The blond haired streaker continued unharassed down the field, the other guards too far away to intervene.

Snake shook his head.

"That's definitely Raiden."

Sam Fisher shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Back in my day... half-time shows were more... tasteful."

"Look man enough of that crap, your only like what fifty-four or something? Your not that old. Have you even seen what they've did with me recently? I've got to pop Viagra pills every five minutes just to get it on with Meryll."

Spen tried to change the subject.

"So... personally I prefer the Patriots."

Snake turned to face Spen omniously and slowly.

"Excuse me?"

Jin meanwhile was still laughing hysterically over the recent spectacle on the television. She covered her mouth and giggled.

"It's soooooo tiny!"