HELLO! It's friggin 4th of JULY! WAZZZUPP!

Ok, enough the frilly hellos and sterotypical crazy American attitudes.

This chapter goes out to the four (yes, 4) people actually reading this story. I have 15 total hits for this story, 3 of which were me (trying to make myself look good). So please, enjoy.

Also, one more thing. I didn't say whether they are sisters or mother daughter type of thing in the chapter (and if I did, oops). I still have to hit up PARASITE EVE 2 for that answer. I looked up a nice little ending strategy on so I'll be using that to get the ending... I really hope I don't need to play scavenger mode and all that junk just to see the secret ending. (now you're up to date with my HEAD)

Until I speak at the end ( if I do), Later.


July 20th, 2007

Los Angeles, Califonia

"So John, what's this one gonna bring in?" asked Davis, who was carrying some ammo cases to the Suburban.

"Plenty, as usual," I said in response. I laid down the two Remington 870 shotguns into the trunk of the Suburban, then pulled the L85A1 and the G36E rifles off of my back and placed them beside the shotguns.

"You don't know, do you?" he said as he placed the two cases he had by the other cases, which I had arranged into a neat pile. Each of these cases was the standard military green, so I pulled different colored tape to identify which they were.

"Not really, but it is a government op, so it should be a pretty penny," I replied. I wasn't really sure why, but I was a little more joyful then usual. I doubted it was just because I could get revenge on Pereira, as I would normally get really cranky if I thought about him.

"You just like going with the flow, don't you?" said Davis, a little annoyed.

"Hey, you can chill out a little, Davis. You're not in Iraq anymore, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said, returning to the office to get more equipment from the rifle range. I still needed to put a number of pistols, a sniper rifle, and a few more ammo cases inside the Suburban, so I followed him inside.

Davis was kind of annoyed by the remark. He was a retired army man, and had gone through both the Gulf war and Operation Iraqi Freedom as a Sergeant First Class. Unlike many of his was buddies who went into transport services or other such jobs in the army, he stayed infantry. Davis said it was what he was meant to do, and due to that, he had to kill quite a few people.

He's pretty calm and tactical guy, and was usually the one I went to whenever I had to be stealthy. Davis is also a pretty quite guy, as he doesn't like to waste his talk on useless banter. However, I've noticed that if he thinks things are a bit dangerous, he'll go completely silent, which can be bothersome at times.

As we walked past Jen's cubicle, I heard her call my name. I stopped following Davis, and looked over to her. She seemed deeply involved with a tan folder, looking intently at a stack of papers in it.

"Yes?" I asked, wondering why she had stopped me.

"I've gotten you that road map you wanted."

"Oh, thanks," I said. Jen held the folder out to me, and I took it from her, tucking it under my arm.

"Look, John…"

"Yeah?" I said, curious as to why she had stopped.

"Be careful," Jen said. Her tone was softer before, and I immediately picked up on what she really wanted to say.

Jen, the good looking brunette that she was, was a careful girl. She'd fallen in love before, no big deal. Yet I was special to her. She had told me that I was more then just a fling, but I wasn't falling for her. My attraction to her was limited to just friendship and a few thoughts of lust. But I knew what I meant to her, and I wasn't one to break dreams.

"I will," I said calmly.

"Sorry to break up the moment," started Tom, "but I've got the information you wanted."

"You're an idiot, Tom," I said. "Let me see those."

I took a stack of papers from his hand and quickly began to flip through most of the papers. I checked the dates, and they all seemed to be pretty recent reports.

"Most of the papers are simple reports from civilians, stating that there were strange people or figures outside of homes. Only a few actually state seeing the monsters up close, and most of the sighting are kept towards the east side of town."

"Thanks, Tom," I said, stuffing the papers into the folder that Jen had given me. "Hey, do you mind helping me load the Suburban?"

"Alright," said Tom. "What do you need?"

"Can you get some of the electrical equipment from storage? You know what I need."

"Sure, no prob," he responded. Tom then quickly made his way to storage, just as I had asked him to.

Tom was our resident red head, and a simpleton at best. Sure he's great with computers, and even managed to hack into our servers, but he was easy to please. Throw him a couple bucks and a new electronic device, and he'll do anything. Strange thing was, for a nerd, he was pretty fit, and actually got along with Davis, who could seem strict compared to Tom's laid back attitude. This was probably because Davis was getting Tom in shape, so he learned to take some "constructive" criticism.

With a now thick folder under my arm, I made my way to the shooting range, where I found Davis loading himself up with an M24 sniper rifle and two more cases of ammo. I moved out of the way when he went by, allowing him to get through the door.

I placed the folder down onto a nearby table, then headed over to the gun rack and began to make my selection. First, I put on a shoulder holster, followed by a standard military pistol belt which I had left the night before, when I was setting it up. The belt was set to carry three pouches for pistol magazines, and three more custom made pouches for multiple sizes of assault magazines of shotgun rounds.

After putting on the belts I put a black Smith & Wesson 1911 pistol into both my shoulder holster and the pistol case of the belt. I then grabbed two GLOCK 21s off of the gun rack and stowed them into the right cargo pocket of my black tactical cargo pants. Once I had done so, I pulled out two small boxes with magazines for each set of gun, then took the file and went back to the Suburban. I left the file in the passenger seat, placed the GLOCKs by the other guns, and left the magazines by the ammunition.

"Alright, here's the electronic stuff," said Tom from behind me. He was carrying to cases, one of a nylon like fabric, the other of stainless steel.

"Well put 'em here," I said, moving out of the way.

"Alright," said Tom as he moved up to the Suburban and placed the two cases down. "In the cases, you have your laptop, night-vision and thermal goggles, a GPS tracker, and a digital camera. Now is there anything I'm forgetting?"

"Nope, that's everything. Thanks Tom."

Just then, both Davis and Jen came into the garage. Davis had his hands in his pockets, almost as if he couldn't care less if I left or not. Jen had her hand wrapped around a cup of coffee, still trying to work after another all-nighter.

"Well, Thanks for the help, guys."

The only response I got was a simple nod from Davis. I wasn't surprised, seeing as I was going to be back sooner or later.

"I'm off. Later."

With the goodbyes dealt with, I headed to the driver seat and opened the door, then sat down and turned the car on. Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw Jen give a little wave, wishing me a little luck. With the door closed and my seat belt on, I shifted the car into drive and headed out.


After a quick twenty minuet drive, I made it to Aya's house. It was a nice place, and very humble. There was plenty of room for everything she wanted, or so she told me. It was about seven forty when I pulled into Aya's driveway, and since I said I would pick her up at about seven thirty, I was ten minuets late.

Leaving the car running, I stepped out and began to make my way to Aya's door. At the door, I rang the door bell, and then waited for the door to open. I could hear some chatter coming from inside, yet the lights were off, so I couldn't see through the glass of the door too well.

After a small wait, the door swung open, revealing a jean clad Aya. Jean pants, jacket, and a white cotton shirt was what I saw, and I didn't care to investigate more on the matter.

"Good morning," I said, a smile on my face. "You ready?"

"Uh huh. My bag is in the kitchen."

Aya left the doorway and headed down the hall toward her kitchen. Seeing as I was a family friend, I let myself in and followed Aya. In the kitchen, I found Aya picking up her bag, a small black traveling bag with what looked to be maybe three days worth of clothing.

"Here, let me take that," I said, holding my hand out to her.

"Alright," she said, handing me the bag. It fairly light, and I was sure Aya could have carried it herself, yet it only polite of me to help. I quickly took the bag to the car and placed it in the trunk, next to my bag.

Aya did not follow me, so I stepped back inside to find out if there was something up. I found Aya in the kitchen, talking to her sister Eve.

"You know Aya, I don't need Kyle to watch over me," said Eve, who was still in her pajamas. She looked remarkably like Aya, yet I managed to tell them apart thanks to Eve's long blond hair, compared, to Aya's short blond hair.

"But you're only seventeen, I can't leave you alone."

"I can take care of myself!"

Eve started to pour some cornflakes into a bowl she had prepared. She had certainly grown-up in the physical form, yet she seemed to retain a child like sense about her. Perhaps it was meant to seduce boys.

"I know you can, but I still can't leave you alone."

"Whatever," said Eve, still tending to her cereal.

"Eve!"

"Ladies, calm down," I said, trying to diffuse the situation before problems arose.

Even turned around as if in shock. She had seen me before a few times, before I left the FBI. She had taken a certain liking to me, though she had never really vocalized it. I was fairly certain she still had the hots for me, as she immediately blushed at the sight of me, then rushed me with an ever so cute hug.

"John!"

"H-hello Eve. Good morning."

Eve seemed reluctant to leave me, but I managed to pry her off of me. She stared at me for a bit, her face still flushed, and when I mocked her with a fake kissing gesture, she quickly went back to her cereal, blushing madly.

"Well Aya, I think we should get going."

"Alright, let's go," Aya said.

The two of us made our way to the door, yet Aya stopped half way telling Eve to stay in the house yet again. I could hear the word "alright" come from the kitchen in a cheerful pitch, signaling her obeyance. Aya and I got into the car, I turned the ignition, and we drove off toward Arizona. Feeling the silence begin to attack my ears, I turned on the CD player and put on "Panic! At the Disco".

"I still can't believe that Eve still likes you like that?" Aya said, staring out the window.

"What, you mean she still wants me in bed?" I said jokingly.

"Yes, she does!"

"I can't help that I'm sexy."

My comment was quickly followed up by a quick slap from an annoyed Aya. I current situation reduced me to rubbing my right cheek and nothing more, as I was still driving at the time.

"That wasn't funny!"

"Well it's true. Just look at me."

"Pig," said Aya, looking back out of the window.

"Oh, alright. I'll stop talking like I'm a sex machine."


I hate/love my car. I like cuz its a car, and I have one, and it goes. I hate cuz I GOT A FLAT! WHY! WHO LEAVES A SCREW IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROAD! FRIGGIN CONSTRUCTION WORKERS!... and they were new tires too.

Oh yeah, I don't own SQUARE ENIX (SOFT WAS COOLER!) stock, nor the rights to PARASITE EVE, so bite me you corporate bastards and make a good one SOO! (crap, I forgot the N on SOON... o well).