"Jhon, stop here!" Gumball yelled. Gumball jumped out of the back and looked around, yelling an affirmative 'Clear' when he finished.
"Man, how do they keep finding us?" Jhon asked as he exited the Sedan, then began thinking.
"It's you," he started. "Dammit, it's you. You've been feeding them information!"
"What?! I didn't do anything! I'm committed to our cause, remember." Gumball yelled, throwing his arms up defensively. Jhon pulled out a .44, only putting one bullet in, then spun the chamber. He handed the Sheppard to Gumball, and grabbed their hostage.
"If you're really committed to our cause, then kill him." Gumball put the gun to Jenson's head, and stared into the pleading eyes of the Airman. He looked back into Gumball's wide blue eyes. Fear, pain, anger, but mostly fear.
"Don't do this man. You're better than this." Jenson pleaded. Gumball shoved him to the left and aimed the gun at Jhon, only to get a fist to his wrist, forcing him to drop the pistol.
"GAHHHH!" Gumball threw his left fist his cousin, only for it to be blocked and forced to the ground by a front knuckle to his jaw.
"So it was you. Cousin, I made an excuse, I basically hand fed you what you have now and this is how you repay me?" Gumball stood up and looked at Mike, and saw blood on his face, along with a look of horror. Gumball looked to where he was staring and saw that the .44 bullet that was in the Sheppard has now gone through his body. He tried to say something but it only came out as a gargle.
"Cousin, I should kill you now, but I'll let you bleed out, just to see those Socialists show up before you die." Jhon said, grabbing Gumballs M19A4 and leaving.
"J—Jhon." Gumball choked out, the man standing by the door looked back slightly. "Fuck you."
"I wish I could say I'd pray for you, but what use would that be?" With that Jhon went through the house and never came back.
"Don't you dare close those eyes. You hear me? Don't you dare fucking close those eyes!" Mike yelled still on his knees. Gumball's eyes got extremely heavy and he heard the distant rumble of Military Grade Vehicles. He smiled as the wheels of the first HMMMV stopped at the curb. For the first time in 15 years, he felt happy. He felt peaceful. He felt calm. He felt free. He IS free.
…
"KID! DAMMIT KID WAKE UP!" Mike yelled at Gumball's limp form. He looked as Staff Serg.
"Fuck it! Don't help me! Help him!"
"Mike—" He began.
"FUCKER HELP HIM!" Mike yelled at the man cutting the zip ties.
"MIKE!" Only then did Jenson acknowledge what was being said.
"Most of the unit is gone these fuckers deserve to die. And Jake…" He trailed off. Mike rushed to the limp body of Gumball, whom no one decided to help. He looked up at the man.
"What about him?" His voice was full of worry.
"He… He died about an hour ago in the medical ward. Internal Blood Loss." The man on the ground's heart dropped like a stone. He managed to stop the bleeding of one man, but lost the other.
…. (Three months later) [Present Time]
"Hey Asswipe, Answer our fucking questions!" One of the two interrogators yelled at the man seated at the table.
"I will speak to only one of these the following two men. Jenson or my lawyer." The man said. Mike Jenson walked into the room as the others left.
"Watterson, you're in some deep shit." Jenson said as he sat down.
"The cuffs please." Gumball gestured for him to remove the hand-cuffs from his wrist. Mike complied.
"I know I'm in deep shit, but what choice did I have."
"What choice did you have? Such an enigma." Mike repeated."The Charges are piling up. Over 1,000 counts of Murder, Grand theft, Evading police, Armed robbery, Terrorism, resisting arrest. Hell the list goes on for miles."
"And you would be nowhere without my leads. I want few things, then I'll talk."
"What are they."
"Complete Amnesty for what has been done by me alone, this 'interview' to never exist in the eyes of the press, and the answers of a few questions." The one way mirror was knocked on once for 'OK'.
"What do we get."
"The truth."
"Done."
Gumball went into detail about how he was recruited for small hand tasks like drug deals and such but became the Assassin of the team and eventually the best of the three. He went into detail why he left his family at the age of 14 and lived on the streets. The torment he went through. The fear of being discovered as the man he is and worse yet, the fear of being the person who has to kill all those innocent people. He did, however, leave out the part about Elmore Ind.
"That is one messed up story. Just one question what happened at Elmore Industries. We already know that you killed your brother—" Mike was interrupted.
"When did I say he was killed? To be quite honest, he is alive and well."
"Where is he then?"
"In a Warehouse by the docks, Number 214 Entry code 11507100200. Now my questions. What's the status of the Russian you guys were left with at our hideout?"
"Dead."
"How many where killed in that hour alone?"
"Almost 100 Armed Personnel, 20 civilians."
"Would you like to know where Jhon is heading next?"
"What?" Mike was puzzled.
"Do you want to know where the last member is?"
"Yes."
"Latitude line 64* and Longtitude 140*. Directly on the cross lines. Also bring me my bag."
"HAHHAHAH! Oh shit your serious."
"My bag."A man came in with an MP-5 and the bag, which he placed on the table whilst aiming the MP-5 at the Criminal. Gumball opened the bag and pulled out a single tablet, which he handed to Mike.
"I trust you will need this? And please to care of it, my brother does want it back."
"So you staged this entire thing?"
"Entire? No but at the same time yes. Watch out for advanced tech, und Viel Glück, mein Freund. "
A/N:Wow, Long ass lime since I wrote anything, but still, it's something to keep you occupied about. That last bit at the end it says: "and good luck, my friend."
Please review, anything is welcome at this point, Even Flames. Also I would like to point out that my favorite OC, Jhon's Birthday is tomorrow the 8th. I will hav a special story for him posted later in day. Well is 12:30 where I live and I'm going to have the shittiest day at work today. Yay -.-