After hanging out with Aeris and Leo, Jethro went back to his apartment room, it was late and he opened the door into his dark apartment. He slowly walked forward looking for the light switch, he felt the switch and turned it on, but the light wouldn't go on.

"Bugga…" Jethro muttered, he went over to the bathroom, and flick the switch on, the light leaked out from the bathroom, sending a pillar of light to aluminate a small portion. He looked in and noticed the bottle of cough syrup in the sink; it was empty and the sink its self was stained red. The pieces of shattered glass were also in the sink; "I didn't do this…" he quickly turned around to see a figure in front of him, startled he fell on the tiled floor. The figure walked in the bathroom, it had a suit and a crude metal mask on. The design on the mask was strange; it had rectangular eyeholes, and at the end of the eyes was a long triangular slit that went downward to the center of the cheeks, there were slits on the bottom, possibly to mimic skull teeth. The mask also had many scars on it, some, especially on the left eyehole, had small perpendicular lines etched on them, to resemble stiches, and a flame design on the right eye hole. Jethro looked at the figure in fear; he never saw anything like it. Then it extended its hand out.

"I did not mean to frighten you…" it croaked in a raspy voice, "here, take my hand, I'll help you up from the floor…" Jethro looked at the mummified hand; he shook his head and got up on his own.

"W-who the hell are ya, or betta question what the hell are ya?" Jethro said he backed up; the figure just sighed, and put its hands in its pockets.

"I am here to help you, for I am more friend than foe…"

"Look, I don't need ya help, ya freak."

"Heheh, is that so? So the bottle of syrup and the broken glass don't signify anything?" it laughed a little more, and stepped forward, Jethro instantly jumped back.

"Hey, stay away from me" he said, putting up his fists in self-defense, this only made the figure laugh more.

"Calm yourself Jethro, like I said I'm here to help you…"

"How do you know my name?"

"Everybody knows you, the one who went out to kill the kings; you're practically wanted by most people, even the very group that your entire family has served before…"

"Shit, really? Who's after me?"

"The Australian Government, The Four Aces, The NAAC, and the AWP, they all want you dead, Jethro. But I saved your life by murdering those who were sent to murder you…"

"S-so you're the one who murdered those guys on the news?"

"That is correct…" Jethro stood there in shock; he looked at the strange figure, wondering if his past caught up with him.

"Come Jethro, let's talk in the living room, for the bathroom is quite small, I don't think that you'll be able to back up further than the tub…" the figure turned around and walked into the dark abyss of the apartment, Jethro didn't know what to do, follow the figure or try to run. He eventually went out of the bathroom, and the figure was leaning against a wall, he cautiously walked up to it.

"Ya still haven't told me who ya are."

"My apologizes, my name is Angkor…"

"Angkor…?" Jethro cocked an eyebrow, at the strange name.

"Yes, it is my name or least the name I given to myself…"

"Why would ya give ya self a weird name like that?"

"It is because, I have forgotten my real name, so I become Angkor for now…" Angkor got off the wall and stood straight, "but I must tell you, Jethro, that I am not alone…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Myself and plenty others are the remnants of the AWP…"

"What? The AWP is here?" , Angkor shook his head.

"No, as I said, we are the remnants of the AWP, we are the members who still believe in the original virtues of the AWP, not like the irrational members who are on narcotics and illegal drugs. We've gone- how should I say- "underground"."

"So what? You guys gone unda the radar, for what purpose?"

"A lot of things have changed since you fled three years ago, the conflict has risen up once again, and the violence has been much more devastating. The AWP went into riot, when information that you had killed Cabele came up. Many of the members, unaware of Cabele's true intentions, and all were still very loyal to him. They outraged and went to Mick for answers, he tried to explain Cabele's plan of betrayal, but many did not believed in his story, they called him a traitor and brutally, and publically killed him, my god it was a bloody scene, so many holes in the poor man that you couldn't even recognize him…" , Angkor paused and took a deep breath, then continued, "but there were some of us, who believed Mick, and we tried to stop them from killing him, but it was too late someone fired a shot at him, then others began to fire at the poor man, soon we started to fire at them, and then they fired at us, while others still continued to shoot at the dead body. This uprising brought civil war in the AWP, not only that but members also attacked the NAAC, which in turn made them attack us, then The Four Aces decided it was key time to attack the NAAC, and members of the AWP began to take shots at them..."

"So it's basically one big war" Jethro said

"Yes, it is, we got out as soon as The Four Aces got involved, since we were small in numbers compared to the others. We all fled here, only cause you were here…"

"Really, why?" Jethro asked, as he leaned against the wall.

"It's because, that even though the NAAC, AWP, and the Aces are fighting with each other, they all have one common goal in mind, and it is to kill you…", Jethro turned around so his back was against the wall, he stared off into nothingness.

"So, you're here to protect me from any assassination attempts I suppose." He said dryly, Angkor just looked at him, "so are you goin' to stay here in my apartment now or what?"

"No, I'll come here during the night, that's probably the best chance of someone trying to kill you." , Jethro nodded, and there was silence, "Oh yes I forget to tell you, but because of all of the deaths from the conflicts, the cemeteries are running out of room, and putting two or three bodies in one casket is now considered 'normal', and the authorities all suggest that people cremate the dead instead of burying them. But no one listening to them, and burying is more respectful and ritual than burning, so people just go out and illegally bury their dead in a grave yard, and it's sad to see, the police finding a casket that has been buried illegally and just digging it out. So we decided to bring, Shannon's and your mother's body over here to bury them respectfully…", Jethro immediately perked up.

"Wait, you brought them here?" he said in disbelief.

"Yes we did, we felt as though they needed burial, instead of being kept in a morgue…"

"T-that's crazy! I can't believe ya guys did that!"

"Jethro, the Mundy family are a proud group of people, they were one of the original members of the AWP, its only respectful that we bury members of a great and loyal family…", Jethro became silent and looked down at the carpet, "the funeral is tomorrow at a commentary about twenty clicks to the north here, I brought you a suit, and a mask to conceal your identity during it…", Angkor placed the suit and mask into Jethro's bag, "if you don't want to attend that's fine, no one will judge you, not even I..." Jethro nodded at him solemnly, "it starts at four in the afternoon, anyways I must leave, it's getting late and you need to sleep…", Angkor walked past Jethro and headed for the door, after he left Jethro sat down, the addiction came back, but Angkor poured the rest of the syrup into the sink. Jethro curled up into a ball, and fell over to his side. This is goin' to be a long night….