A/N: Well, um… INTERESTING. One review. A very special Thank you to for the two reviews I got. I now know that Mary-Sues are unappreciated and I'm never going to post on a Thursday again. Anyways, I just remembered that I named the doctor James. It would have been funny if his name were John Fisher… Like the saint! … *Silence* Aww, Jeeze! Don't you people know good comedy when you read it? :P Anyways, uh… Please review. Please?

Disclaimer: Are you people friggin' nuts? You think that I, Jocko, own a mutli-million corporation that designs a PlayStation game? I don't even have PlayStation or FF8 (the game), nor have I ever played it! So sue me! (Don't)

~ Revelation ~

"The guy who just did you all a big favor is… JAMES FISHER. You know, the guy that retired a few years ago… Aww come on! You people are so stupid!" Johnny yelled at their stupidity.

It wasn't their fault either. They had only been apart of Johnny's mob for a year now. Fact is; the first group of guys was shot to death because they had failed to kill some foreign spiritual leader. Johnny never had a complete crew work for him longer than three years. That was sad.

"THE EX-HITMAN! FUCKING SHIT! DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW ANYTHINFG ABOUT MOB HISTORY?!" Johnny was having another temper tantrum.  "YOU GUYS ARE FUCKING HOPELSS! HIT MEN ARE THE BEST TYPES OF MOBSTERS THAT THERE ARE AND HERE YOU MORONS ARE TRYING TO BRING DOWN THE REPUTATION!" The men at this point knew that it was no longer Johnny talking, but Charleston talking. Here was schizophrenia at it's best. You wouldn't want to miss it for the world.

"Oh yeah…! Him…! I remember him…! Didn't he shoot two guys with the same bullet?" MacFarley spoke up just to cover the odd silence and a shard of hope that they would be able to live to see tomorrow.

"FINALLY! Someone who knows SOMETHING! I'm saved!" Charleston exclaimed. It was incredulous that such a big bloke would be the smartest of them all.

MacFarley on the other hand, was skeptical. He was only trying to be a smart ass by giving such a stupid answer to a mad man. But then again, this guy was almost as insane as Jessy and Micky put together. Perhaps today wasn't such a bad day after all.

Just then, someone shouted out "Showoff!" and MacFarley's temper flared. He walked over to the source of such mockery, looked him straight in the eye and floored him. The guy lay sprawled on the concrete floor, clutching his eye.

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The doctor had never had to lie to his patient before. It was a simple fact. Of course, what did not touch the subject remains to be seen. It may have not been a wise move by the doctor on his part, but that did not stop him.

James Fisher silently hung up the phone and let out a breath he did not know he was holding. Subconsciously, he knew things were about to get ugly and damn near to fatal. This might be his last operation ever.

"Doc, what's eating you?" Old Chap asked from behind the doc, scaring the man out of his wits.

"Uh, nothing. Let's go for supper. We need exercise." The doctor replied.

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Seifer Almasy hung up the phone once more. He was going to prove them wrong.

Author's Note: Well… That was short. Now, review, or I'll beat you with a stick. You just gotta love Lennie (Of Mice and Men, John Steinbeck). I don't seem to have many words today. Oh well.