July 8, 2049

Ryan, with his skin off, parks his van outside of a restaurant in Greenwich. He then gets out and heads inside the empty restaurant with his weapons and box with pie.

"You're probably wondering what happened to me during the last chapter and what's happening now. I'am too lazy to explain so I'am just going to have the writer show you in a flashback..."He mentally narrated as he cocks his tommy gun. "whoa... a flashback in a flash back? That's like..." He then mentally calculates. "a fuck-ton of walls."

July 6, 2049

The pickup truck Ryan escaped in can be seen driving down an abandoned neighborhood. After a few minutes of driving around, the vehicle then finally parks at a not so abandoned house, other vehicles then followed after. Ryan then gets of the truck and starts limping towards the house.

"Ahh! Son of a bitch!" Ryan shouted with overwhelming fury. "How the fuck can I still feel pain, this dosen't make sense!" He then looks at the sky. "Explain that writer!" He then checked his systems and saw that he left the pain emotion on. "Oh..." He then looks at the sky again. "good job I guess." He then turns it off. He then finally gets inside the house and then lays down in an operation table he set up. Then more of whatever was left of his gang finally heads inside. "I need repairs. Now."

"You fix yourself." The injured thug says, hethen throws the wrench he was holding in front of him. "I quit!" Ryan then shoots him in the head with his blaster pistol.

"Anyone else?" He asked as he pointed his blaster at the non injured memebers. One of them picks up the wrench and another one heads back outside to get more supplies. "Good."

Two Hours Later

After Ryan's repairs were done and all the injured men have been healed, he planned for what he needed to do next.

"What am I going to do?" Ryansked himself, he then looked at his fixed leg. "Ineed an upgrade."He then stood up from the chair he was sitting in. "Oi, pack your shit guys we're leaving!" They all obeyed without question.

Five Hours Later

Android Faciliy

They finally arrived at the facility after getting enough supplies for a huge firefight. They got out of their cars and proceeded to head inside the facility. Ryan, with his skin off, proceeded to sneak inside with two members while the rest guard the vehicles. After a few minutes of sneaking inside the vents, they finally found the area where they keep the military androids and finally step outside.

He then looked at the body he was looking for, it looked like the body he was using but it was both bullet and blaster bolt proof, his body can only blaster scrapes and not direct hits. It took a while to upload himself into the body but he was able to finally do it after like ten

"Finally," Ryan said in his new body. He then stepped out and the alarms sounded when he did. "Shit." He the grabbed his old body and ran through the doors and the other two members followed. They were then stopped by a few androids and security guards.

"Freeze!" The guard shouted, Ryan then got his pistol from his old body and shot him in the knee and then he shot the androids, killing them and heavily injuring the security guards.

"Let's get outta here." Ryan said. All three of them then head outside and drove away when they got in the cars.

July 7, 2049

In the inside of their backup, rusty and old safehouse in the docks, Ryan, with his skin off, can be seen torturing a member of the Yiddishers family, the biggest crime mob in London that controls the entire southern part of London with advanced technology that Ryan needed. The victim is an adult man in his early forties, caucasian.

"I'm going to ask again. Where are they meeting tomorrow?" Ryan asked, with his skin off, while waving his baseball bat in front of him.

"I'll never tell you," The Yiddisher family member said. He then looks at him in his eyes. "you damn psycho!" He than spat his blood at his face.

Ryan than used the wet blood that was on his face, which was surprisingly a lot, and drew a smiley face with it and then did the same thing to his eyes and then he slightly chuckled.

"Now that was a mistake," Ryan said. He then places his right leg on his left knee. "but thanks for giving me an idea to complete my look Mr... ," He then scans his face and then gets his name using the criminal database. "Logan Yiddisher." He then walks away.

"When my father finds me, you're fucking dead. You hear me! DEAD!" The Irish man shouted.

"You don't want to know and experience the different types of torture I looked up online," Ryan said. He then places his right hand on his shoulder "especially the nut-cracker." He said while looking at his eyes with a menacing smile as Logan's blood slightly dripped from his mouth.

"They'll be in a restaurant in Greenwich tomorrow at twelve P.M., please don't destroy my balls!" Logan said with terror.

Ryan then scans him to see if he was telling the truth and he was.

"Thank you for your cooperation Mr. Yiddisher." Ryan then knocks him unconscience with his baseball bat. "What am I going to do for the rest of the day?" He asked himself. "Hey writer, can I have a day skip montage?" Montage music then plays in the background (You can choose the music). "Thanks."

One day montage later

Present day

"You all caught up?" Ryan said when looking at you, the reader. "Good." He then grabbed his black lipstick to draw the exact thing that was in the previous photo his face, but black and more proffesionally done. He then walks inside the restaurant, places the box of pie on one of the tables, and then walks to the two guards guarding the doors to the meeting. Ryan then takes out his baseball bat and one of his machete's, his baseball bat on his right hand and his machete on his left hand. "Good afternoon." Both guards then pulled out their hand-guns and walked slowly to him, one in his left and one on his right.

"Get the fuck out of here, now!" The guard on Ryan's righy side said with deadly intent.

Ryan then basically bitch slaps him with his metal bat and stabbed him in his intestines and then drops kick him with quick precision thanks to his new body. He then quickly gets up face to face the other guard after he disarmed him of his weapon, his glowing red eyes giving the man great fear. Ryan then head butts his with such force that it cracked his skull, after a few seconds of leaving him pain he then crushed his genitals by Spartan kicking him in the area and then he slowly and gleefully walked to him and the he grabbed him and forced him on his knees and then he places back his machete and then hits the top of his head with his metal bat with so much force that it killed him instantly after it split his skull open. "That wasn't fun." Ryan said. He then that the first guard was still alive and tried to escape but Ryan grabbed his blaster pistol and shots him in the knee, after he did that he grabbed both his machetes to keep the doors to the meeting, making sure that no one escapes, and then he gleefully walks toward the injured man.

"Any last words?" Ryan asked as his eyes glow red with a smile on his face.

"Please... don't kill me." The injured guard said with fear and tears in his eyes.

" Hmm... nope." Ryan then bashes his head with his metal bat and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, over and over again until his head was nothing but a brutal and gory flesh pile, Ryan then take a big inhale and exhale. "Now that was fun."

Ryan then grabs the box of pie by using a moving table and walks to the doors and removes both of his machetes from them and Spartan kicked the doors open inward and walked inside to a scene of men and women ready to open fire, they were shocked when some of them saw both bodies but more shocked when they saw the one near the doors.

"Hello there." Ryan said with a threatening smile on his face.

"Who the hell are you?" The eldest Yiddisher asked calmly.

"Haven't you seen the news?" Ryan asked with surprise. "I'm the guy who almost killed an entire squad of police? How have you not heard of me!" He asked and said with anger. "Let's just get this over with."He thought to himself. "Now, now guys, let's all calm down and have some pie." He then slides the pie over the old Yiddisher and then the box some how's open by itself, the pie was like any other pie but it had a smile face with exes for eyes.

"What the hell is this." The eldest Yiddisher asked with worry.

"It's a parting gift for everyone, it will probably part you, Mr... ," Ryan then scans him. "Elijah."

"Kill this damn clown." Elijah Yiiddisher ordered.

Then every memeber of the Yiddisher family shot him as soon as he gave order and it put him in the ground.

"Finally." Eligah said with a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a raspy, deep laughter can be heard.

"What the hell?" Elijah said worried.

Ryan then gets up. "Now that was a mistake." He said with a deep, robotic like voice as his eyes glows red. He then brings out a trigger a pushes the button and black gas pours out of the pie. The ones who were immediately inhaled the gas started laughing uncontrollably and so did everyone else soon after. After a few seconds of laughing, blood then pours out of their eyes and mouths and they all get on the floor, unable to get up. Ryan then pulls out a bottle of vodka.

"I was really, really hoping I can share this with you." Ryan said as he starts pouring the vodka on the floor, starts walking backwards, and shuts the doors and continues pouring. After that he pulls out a match, lights it and drops it on the flammable trail, screams with a mix laughter can be heard shortly after as they burn alive. "More for me I guess." He then drinks whatever was left in the bottle, "Immortality is great and all, but it's just not the same." After he said that, police sirens can be heard in the background. "Took them long enough." He said sarcastically. He then runs out the exit and jumps in the getaway vehicle while laughing. "Fucking drive!" He said loudly at the driver. They then drive away, ready to fight another day. In the inside of the van, Ryan can be seen grabbing his checklist from his suit. "There's that done," he as he crossed of a task, "four more to go." He said with a smile on his face and filled with determination.