Fisk sat at a table in the food court of the mall, in his hand was a picture of his cousin. From the clues that he gathered from integrating a pair of Ghost assassins, he figured that they had Persia somewhere in the mall. The only problem was that he could tell many of the people in the food court and walking around the mall were either members of the Ghosts of the KGB, or some other criminal group that Mr. White had called in for some extra help.

Just as Fisk was about to get up, when Frank sat down at the table. Both men glared daggers at each other. For a while, both men stay quiet when it was the Ghost assassin to break to the silence. He pulled out a picture of Persia and handed it to his target. He said only five words to Fisk before leaving, "Find her, if you can."

There was no time to waste, getting up, Fisk saw two guys dressed as security guards walking up to him. Before they could draw their weapons, Fisk drew his semi-automatic X16 and fired. His .45 APC rounds tore through the two assassins. People who saw and heard the shots began to panic. Fisk knew this would draw a bunch of unwanted attention, but it would also allow him to hide among the crowds of fleeing people.

The agent ran through the food court and out into the main lobby. Another assassin who was dressed as a window cleaner saw Fisk and pulled his silenced .50 GS Desert Eagle. He took aim, but as he pulled the trigger, a civilian ran into the path of the oncoming bullet. Fisk felt bad for the guy who just go shot, so he repaid him by putting a bullet into the assassin's head.

Then two loud shots rang out as Fisk felt something graze his wrist. Turning around, he saw another two Ghost assassins firing at him with .44 revolvers. They had better fire power than he did, but Fisk had the better training. Fisk ran toward the two assassins and fired two shots, each bullet found it's mark. One was struck in the chest and died quickly, but the other took one in the neck. That guy bled out, passed out from blood loss, and then he died.

Another Ghost assassin popped out of a shoe store and fired. His shot went wide and struck wall behind Fisk.

"You missed, asshole!" Fisk shouted, then shot and killed him.

Suddenly, Fisk felt something wrap around his neck! He could feel it tightening. "You look a little out breath Agent Black!" Frank laughed, then pulled tighter. He had sneaked up from behind the unsuspecting agent and manged to get his belt around his neck.

As the belt was pulled tighter, Fisk needed away out of this. Trying to break free of Frank would take time, time he didn't have. So, Fisk turned his own gun on himself. He placed the barrel to his right shoulder, slowly squeezed the trigger and hoped that his idea worked. When Fisk felt the air returning to him, the agent turned around to see Frank lying on the floor, his hands clutching at his throat as he started bleeding from the neck.

Taking aim at he dying assassin, Fisk smiled at him weakly. He almost felt sorry for Frank, but he put a bullet in his head to ease his passing. It was the right thing to do. Even though Frank was an assassin, he was still a living person who did not need to suffer the fate of a slow death. So Fisk had done the right thing, but now he had to find his cousin.

Up in the security room, Persia was being watched by Mr. White himself. He looked at the frightened and smiled. She looked at him and asked. "Are you going to kill me?"

"No," Mr. White replied shaking his head. "You are nothing more than bait." Then he turned around and began shadow fencing with his his cane. As he did a very nice thrust, Persia saw an old burn on his his forearm.

"What happened to your arm?" she asked the assassin leader.

"Not just my arm, woman," Mr. White smiled, undid his shirt to reveal a well toned, but scared up body. From the look of his old wounds, he had been shot, stabbed and even set on fire. It amazed Persia. Then, Mr. White sat down. "Three months before your cousins Lucy and Fisk were born, I was here in the United States trying to assassinate a spy from Japan who had stolen top secret data from the KGB headquarters in Russia. I caught up to him, killed him and before I could recover the data, special agent Jim Black showed."

Persia could hear the anger in Mr. White's voice as he said her late uncle's name.

"For the next two week, the two of us played cat and mouse. One day, I let my guard down, and Jim set me on fire. Over sixty percent of my body was burned. The treatments I endured was so painful that the doctors thought that I wasn't going to survive. But I did. After I recovered, I used all my connection to track down your uncle. He was going home to be with his wife, but I jumped him, and with my bare hands, killed him."

"You killed my uncle?!" Persia gasped, hearing the awful truth of uncle.

"Yes," Mr. White proudly told Persia with a smirk. "The treatments I had gone through had not only healed me, but enhanced my strength and reflexes. I had become the deadliest warrior. Now, your cousin Fisk has followed in his father's foot prints and has become the ultimate challenge."

"So you are doing this just because you want be the declared the deadliest warrior? I don't get it," Persia frowned. It was evident by the look she gave the old assassin, that she wasn't buying his whole story. But that mattered little to Mr. White.

Looking at the images on the security monitors, Mr. White crossed his arms and let out a sigh of disappointment as Fisk killed another three of his men. "Now, we just have to wait and see if he can make it past the rest of my men." he stated.

Fisk was now outside of the mall's warehouse, he was pinned down by a group of Ghosts. Looking at his pistol, he popped the clip out and saw he had only five shots left. Not good when trying to take on guys armed with AR-15 assault rifles. There had to be away out of this. Fisk looked around and saw an opening. There, behind the Ghosts was a thing of oil drums.

Reaching into his pocket, Fisk pulled at the hand grenade Red had given to him before coming to the mall, and pulled the pin. He threw the grenade as hard as he could, bouncing it off the wall next to the oil drums.

KABLOOM!

The blast deafened the assassins in the warehouse, echoing back and forth within the tin walls. As the assassins stumbled around, one mistakenly walked into the burning oil. Soon as he felt the flames on his legs, the Ghost assassin started screaming and thrashing around, trying to put the flames out.

Fisk used the distraction to move out. Except there was someone behind him—someone cursing in surprise and raising an AK-47. Fisk fired and scored a head shot. But his reflexes weren't fast enough to get the other guy on his right. With a mighty kick, Fick's pistol was knocked out of his hand

Six more Ghost assassins came rushing in when a savior appeared for the trapped agent. It was Detective Mitchel, armed with a MAC-10 and with him was Veroika Rogova armed with a MAC-10 as well. The two of them opened fire on the incoming assassins, dropping them like flies.

The last Ghost assassin desperately skidded to a halt, everything going in slow motion. In half a second, he turned to try and dive out of the way, but Veroika fire a well placed shot directly into his heart.

Fisk looked up and saw all seven of his attacks lying stone dead. Damn. He looked up at Veroika and Detective Mitchel and waved. She waved back, but the detective simply nodded. Then Fisk went on his way.

Mr. White caught glimpses of Fisk across the warehouse, advancing through the crates and boxes, emptying his weapon into his men, then picking up another from a dead man, striding forward. Mr. White cursed him.

He turned to the Russian and British he had called in. "Go and kill that son of a bitch!"

The two assassins nodded and hurried to get to Fisk.

As the British assassin circled around some pallets of freight, he caught sight of Fisk. His target was occupied with some Ghost assassins, leaving his back exposed. Taking aim, the British assassin took aim, someone tackled him.

It was Detective Mitchel!

"I'm Detective Mitchel, and you are under arrest," the detective stated.

The British assassin smiled. "I'm Devin Rimes, and your a dead man!"

Before Mitchel could react, Devin smashed him in the jaw. Mitchel rocked back, then forward; another punch knocked him backwards. He tripped over his own feet and fell on his ass.

Devin leaned over and picked up a lead pipe, and strode toward Detective Mitchel, planning to beat him to death.

But being a cop for ten years turned Mitchel into a real fighter. As Devin brought the pipe down on him, Mitchel shielded his face with left arm, grabbed the pipe with his right, then kicked Devin in the groin. The British assassin dropped his weapon and cupped his crotch with his hands. Mitchel smiled and he grabbed a screwdriver. "Screw you!" the detective shouted, then stabbed Devin in the chest with the screwdriver.

Detective Mitchel stepped back and then delivered a powerful blow to Devin's chin with his knee. The sound of his neck snapping brought a smile to Mitchel as the British assassin dropped dead there on the spot.

Elsewhere, Veroika Rogova was double tapping some of Mr. White's men. That was when she heard it, the sound that she had heard too many times growing up. Her grip on her Mac-10 tightened. It was now or never, spinning around, Veroika tried to fire, but Mr. White knocked the Mac-10 from her hand with his cane.

"You need to work on handling your weapon, Veroika," Mr. White said scolding her like a little child. With a smile he added. "You should have stayed with me and joined the Ghosts of the KGB, then we could have been a family. Sadly, you chose to work for the very government that ruined our power we had over Russia."

"I was the only one who saw the truth to what the Communists were really doing." Veroika snapped back at Mr. White who just kept smiling.

"Forgive me, but I can't let you live any more," he said, then snapped his fingers calling David onto the scene. Mr. White turned to David and said, "Kill her quickly," then he walked away.

Now it was just Veroika and David. Only one would survive.

Looks like David will be fighting Veroika now. And will Fisk save his cousin from the evil Mr. White? Find out next time in the next chapter.