Author Notes: Finals are over for me, so now I had some time, to write Act 3 so here ya go, enjoy. (Oh and by the way, happy belated Australia day!)

Jethro sat in the tub, with the shower on, tapping his finger on the side of tub. He stared into nothingness pondering what's going on with him and these dreams. A knock on the door unfocused him, he looked into the direction of the noise, and then slowly got up and turned the shower off. He dried up and was putting on some clothes; there was another knock on the door.

"I'm comin' aight!" he shouted from the bathroom, he quickly went out, not even looking in the mirror again, to see the monochromic reflection, and to see Cabele and Shannon watching him walk by. He opened the door, Aeris and a badly beaten Leo was standing outside.

"Hey, Jethro I was going to take Leo to the hospital, because of last night but I thought I would at least bring along someone to talk too during the visit." Aeris said.

"But, you could talk to me" Leo said bleakly.

"No, I'm still ticked off at you letting Jethro use MY computer" Aeris responded back, Leo coward away, "So, you want to tag along?"

"Suuurre I guess…" Jethro said.

"Cool let's go then." Aeris said happily. The trio went outside and took a bus to the hospital; they arrived there and checked in, and went to the waiting room. It was like waiting for lottery, to get your name called to hit the jackpot, they waited fifteen minutes until the nurse came out to call another name,

"Leo!" the nurse called out.

"Fuck, about time." Aeris said, as they got up. The group followed the nurse and watched her measure Leo's height, and weight, then followed her to the doctor's room. Inside the nurse asked Leo some basic medical questions, and then left. "Oi, Ima gunna go take a leak." Jethro said as he opened the door and walked out. He started to walk towards the bathrooms, and went inside and took a leak in the urinals. When he was finished he turned around to see Aeris there standing in front of the door blocking the way. "Are girls allowed in the little boys' room, here in Canada?" Jethro asked jokingly. Aeris chuckled a bit.

"No, but I thought this might be a good time to ask you some questions." She said, Jethro looked at her for a while, and then went to sinks to wash his hands.

"I don't need to answer any ya questions." He said bluntly, as he dried his hands and walked towards Aeris, "So, why don't ya move outta the way so we can go back to Leo's room."

"No, you're going to answer any questions I have for you."

"Tch, ya think you can keep me locked here in the washroom?" he said, towering above Aeris.

"You may be taller than me Jethro, but I can sure as hell bet that I'm stronger than you." She said cracking her knuckles, Jethro wasn't dumb enough to challenge that, since he saw what she did to Leo. He lifted his hands in surrender.

"Aight, fine shoot ya questions." He said leaning against a toilet stall, Aeris gave a smirk in victory.

"Alrighty then, first of all is 'Jethro' your real name?"

"Yup, Jethro Bentley Mundy, my legal name givin' to me by my ….parents." he looked down on the floor, Aeris looking at him with curiosity, but she continued.

"What does the AWP stand for?"

"The Australian Worker's Party."

"What is it?"

"A union of workas."

"Is that true?"

"No, on the outside that's what it is, in reality its group of hitmen."

"Hitmen?"

"Yeah, started in 1796 in the Penal Colony of New South Wales, and durin' that time, there was harsh treatment of the convicts. So afta most of the convicts got their certificate of freedom, they grouped up and decided to plot their revenge on some British army men, so they went out an assassinated them. After that, otha convicts who were free from their sentence went to the group and ask them, even paid them, to a kill certain Brits who gave them hell, and that how it pretty much started."

"So, you're a hitman?"

"Yeah, I am."

"How many, people did you kill?"

"'Bout eleven people." Aeris's face turned white for a second.

"So, why are you here, in Canada for?" Jethro gave a big sigh; he rubbed his face with his hands.

"I'm…just tryin' to escape from everythin'…from everyone I knew…"

"Oh…" Aeris looked apologetic. Jethro got off from the stall and walked over to Aeris.

"Let's go, Leo is probably wondarin' where we are." Aeris nodded and opened the door, they both walked out. As soon as they did, the toilet stall on the far left opened up and a cat walked out. He reached into his pocket, to get his phone, and dialed a number on it. He waited for a couple seconds, until someone picked up.

"Yeah, I think found him." The cat said.

"Are ya sure?" person on the phone asked.

"Yeah, I'm positive, I heard the bloke say his name, 'Jethro Bentley Mundy'."

"That's the bloke all right."

"So, ya want me to get him?"

"No, not yet, he's wanted by NAAC, AWP, and the Four Aces. Makin' the arrest now will just bring attention to those guys. Just wait and we'll see how things go."

"Aight." The cop ended the call; he went over to the sinks to wash his hands. Another stall door opened slightly and another cat in a suit came out with a crude metal mask on, he crept behind the other one, with a silenced pistol and shot the cop in the back three times, then covered the wounds quickly to avoid any blood being split, then he dragged the cop into the stall, propped his legs on the toilet paper dispenser, closed the stall door and slapped a "Out of order" sign on it, took off the mask, and left.

It was night, and Jethro, Aeris, and Leo were sitting on the couch channel surfing, until they past the new channels for the fourth time.

"Why isn't there anything to watch today?" Leo asked, "All there is the news."

"Yeah, you think there's something up?" Aeris asked, still flipping through the channels.

"Well, let's see what's goin' on then." Jethro said, he took the remote from Aeris and changed to a random news station.

"…the developing story behind three recent murders is still in the way here, police and crime scene investigators are trying to figure out who could be responsible for this…"

Aeris and Leo were surprised to hear that three murders have happened in their city, but Jethro pretended to look surprised since death was like a movie he's seen too many times.

"Holy shit! Three murders? That kind of stuff never happens here!" Aeris stated in shock.

"Oh my gawd, this is some serious stuff." Leo said. The anchor women continued with the story;

"…the three deceased were identified as Corporal Benjamin Buokedale of the Sydney Police Department, Nate Hille, and Logan Cheswick. All of the victims were from Australia, in the state of New South Wales, and ALL were armed with weapons. Nate Hille was also identified as a member of Nation Australian Authority Committee or NAAC for short, and Logan Cheswick was also identified as a member of the Four Aces…", Jethro looked worried this time, shit what the hell are they doin' here?, "…so far that is all the information that we have collected, if anything comes up we will report ASAP, police officials recommend staying inside your homes, and calling 911 if any suspicious activity is going on in your neighborhood…". Jethro got up from the couch, and started walking towards the door.

"Jethro?" Aeris called, she had a feeling that the news must have upset him.

"Where's he going?" asked Leo.

"I don't know…" she said, she gave a sad sigh.

Jethro busted through his apartment door, sweat was pouring down his face, and he walked quickly to the bathroom, and splashed water on his face. He looked into the mirror again and saw the monochromic reflection again, Shannon and Cabele were telling him something, but he couldn't hear them. He could only make out from reading their lips They're coming for you, he's coming for you… Jethro clenched his fists and punched the mirror. Shards of stained red blood glass sparkled in the bathroom light; everything Jethro saw now was black and white. He walked out of the bathroom, and sat down, not even bothered by blood pouring down his knuckle. He sat down next to his bag, and opened it. He took out a clear plastic brown bottle, he held it to moon light seeping down from the window, and a thick red liquid can be seen inside. He moved the bottle in a circular motion to see the red liquid dancing and tumbling inside, as though it wanted out. He watched the bottle for a long time, he wanted it, and he wanted to hide so he can't see his dreams. The vision of the bottle became blurry, and he's eyelids were closing.

Keep me up, keep me up, keep me up…..