Jonathon looked up from his handiwork, and saw another worker crouched in the corner, whimpering.

'SHUT UP!'

He quickly reloaded, and let rip again. Seeing his job was done, he walked to the terminals, and smashed them to bits with the gun handle. Then the door burst open, and a bullet ricoched off the wall next to him. Stood there was his sister, Joanna, pointing the Falcon directly at him.

'Jonathon, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE ?!'

He looked around sarcastically,

'Oops, slip of the hand! What does it look like ?'

'You murderer, why did you DO this ?'

'They were getting on my nerves', said Jonathon calmly, still grinning.

'I should kill you now'

'Then you too would be a murderer, of your own brother, how ironic...'

'I never thought you would do anything this-'

Jonathon quickly kicked a bit of the shattered computer at Joanna, and as she was distracted, dived from her targeting, firing his Magnum at her at the same time. Quickly, Joanna ducked behind the door, as she saw Jonathon move and the bullet hit the wall just behind her.

'You can't hide, dear sister,

'Neither can you'

'Yes I can'

A few minutes of silence passed. Joanna tentatively kicked the door, and ducked back as it slid open. Nothing. She peered in. He was gone. Stepping in she instinctively pointed the gun around. Gone. Then she saw the tiny red door in the corner - he had crept into the device training area! She opened the door, and crawled in...



Jonathon laughed as he walked into the device training lab. Two scientists huddled away from him when the saw the gun.

'w-what are you doing here-'

The gun screamed again, sending both into the wall, dead.



Jo heard the booming of the gun nearby and cursed, knowing what had happened. She headed towards the device lab...



Jon walked over to the terminal on a nearby desk. If he remembered correctly...yes!. The devices were still there. He selected the cloaking device, and picked it up as it materialised on the desk nearby. He laughed out loud again, knowing he could outsmart his sister once and for all...



Joanna heard her brothers laugh straight ahead. The door in front of her flew open, she raised the gun...nothing. Where was he ?. A jacket suddenly flew at her from nowhere, and in the last moment she realised what he had done. She fired at the space in front of her, hoping to hit something before it was too late. A yell emanated, and Jonathon briefly appeared, blood hitting the wall behind him. The jacket covered her, and three shots rang out. That was the last Joanna Dark ever heard, as she felt a numbing sensation and hit the floor, dead.



Jonathon cursed;

'Stupid b*tch'

She had successfully blown a hole clean through his shoulder, before he blew a hole through her face. Then he laughed out loud, realising he had completed his final 'objective'. He could lead a stress-free life, for a while, or so he thought.

'Time to get out of this dump'

He headed for the hangar, clutching his wound, which was still bleeding heavily.

'I'll Survive', he grinned contentedly to himself.

One more target, he saw, as he walked in.

'I just cleaned up here, so don't-'

BOOM!

'make a mess' finished Jonathon.

'Oh, and you missed a bit' said Jon to the corpse, grinning.

He walked over to the Jumpship, opened the door, and activated the controls.

Still in time for my 'meeting', he thought as he ascended into the sky...

On one of the remaining computer terminals in the CI, a message flashed up on the screen;

To all Institute members, the messages before were from me, Elvis!. Just a joke, hope I didn't upset anybody. It is very boring at the moment, just thought I would liven things up!. See you around...



Jonathon Dark landed the jumpship in the landing area near his accommodation, purposefully scratching another hovercar in the process. He headed back to the accommodation to change his bloodied clothes, fix up his wound, and stock up on bullets for his DY357 Magnum. After washing and changing to his 'normal clothes', and taking a tranquillizer for his gunshot, he went for some food from the EC. Remembering what he done to it a few hours previously, he cursed and kicked the remains, then decided to go for some food at a bar to satisfy his stomach. Re-holstering the magnum, he remembered the Falcon 2 he had picked up from Jo's body before leaving the CI, and put that inside his leather jacket, just in case. When he approached the jumpship, he saw another person looking at the huge scratch he'd left on their hovercar earlier.

'This your 'ship ?', the man questioned, angrily.

'Sure is, why ?'

'YOU SCRATCHED MY D*MNED CAR!'

'And...?'

'YOU BETTER GET THAT WALLET OUT, OR YOUR GONNA PAY BIG, YA HEAR ?!'

'Who's gonna make me pay ?' - said Jon, sarcastically looking around.

'ME!'

'Bring...it...on'

The civilian lunged at him, infuriated. Laughing, Jon sidestepped, watching the guy smack into the jumpship, then executed a perfect karate chop to the back of his neck, grinning as he dropped to the floor dead, neck broken. Jonathon picked up the keys the guy had been holding, deciding to take the hovercar - he knew the cops would be after him, and the jumpship would only look suspicious. Besides, it was a pretty flash car, shame about the scratch though....

He decided to go to Tek-Burger, the best place he knew that was nearby. 10 minutes later he landed, starving. And being hungry got him angry. Going in, there was huge queues, and he wasn't going to find another place anytime soon, so he decided to shove his way to the front;

'OI!'

'Ow!'

'Watch it, mate!'

Ignoring the complaints, he finally reached the front;

'Excuse me sir, but would you please like to go to the BACK of the queue ?, there are other customers here...', the woman serving informed him.

'Shuttup and gimme a...' he looked at the illuminated display '... a mega-tek-burger'

'I said would you please like to go to the BACK of the queue, sir', she said more firmly.

'JUST GIMME A D*MNED BURGER!'

People began to mumble in the queue. Seeing things were going to get ugly, the woman served him quickly.

Suddenly from the entrance of the store;

'HEY, YOU, STOP!'

Two police officers burst in through the door. Jonathon looked around, then jumped over the counter and crouched. A bullet smashed through the display behind him, sending shattered plastic flying. People began screaming and yelling.

'Sh*t', he cursed, the cops had acted fast on this one, they must have seen the dead guy and followed him, they couldn't of known about what happened at the CI yet.

'GET DOWN!', shouted one of the cops.

The customers still in the bar hit the floor fast. Jon took out Jo's Falcon 2 the magnum would be too slow in this situation. Still five bullets in the clip, one of the missing ones was still lodged in his left shoulder, not his shooting one luckily. He also remembered another clip in his jacket from his last training session. Quickly getting up, he took aim, and fired....