Well, I'm back! Here's a new chapter for you all, hope I kept you in suspense! An old face is set to resurrect himself soon, so read on!

Chapter Eight
It'd been five weeks since I was taken to the station and questioned about Mindy. Marcus was right, they let me go straight away after I gave them what they wanted to hear. There was actually no grudge against me with most of them, it turned out that only a few of them felt the need to be absolute dickheads to me, simply because they misunderstood why I was out there in the first place

Marcus was good about it all though, when I went to leave the police station he handed me an address on a piece of paper, and nodded to me. I just nodded back and left. It was an almost mutual understanding, and nothing else needed to be said. Following up the address, it lead me to a prison, about 15 miles or so away. I realized this must be the place they were keeping Mindy locked up. What was most surprising for me however was that the prison wasn't one specifically for women, like every other female would be sent to. Instead this was a regular male prison. Then again, with Mindy, I supposed an all male prison would actually end up being safer for the other inmates, she'd tear anyone a new eye socket if they tried to mess with her anyway.

It didn't take me long to pack up my things and order a taxi to a hotel near the prison, and within about half an hours time I was there, in my dingy hotel room, waiting for sunrise. I went to the prison the next day, attempting to see if they would allow me to talk to Mindy, possibly in visiting times, but they flat out refused. When I asked why they simply told me that it wasn't any of my business and was a 'personal' matter, whatever that meant.

I couldn't cope during those days; the empty feeling inside me was the only thing keeping me going on. I just couldn't stand to know that Mindy was locked away, for something that was entirely not her fault. Sure, she killed some people, and sure they were with a Cop's gun. But she never killed anyone unless they honestly deserved it. Never. Well, maybe a few times. But she only ever did it in the face of justice. And I loved her.

I went back every day though, pleading to see her, when they finally gave me the reason why.

"Sir, please can you stop attempting to visit Miss MaCready, she isn't allowed any visitors what so ever until after the trial is over." She said bluntly, before staring up from her computer screen. "Now, please can you leave, or else I'll have to call security and you'll be forced to leave."

I left, of course. But that just made my heart sink. Why didn't they just tell me that the first day I got there, instead of making me sit around paying for a damn hotel for the past five fucking weeks?

I just went back to my apartment and packed my stuff, slamming it into my bag in frustration. Why the fuck would Marcus tell me to come here if I couldn't see her? It was ridiculous!

I opened my door and before I knew it I was down on the floor. Some asshole had left a box right outside of my door! I just lay there for a second and groaned. I could actually walk without my crutches now, kind of, but I had a feeling I'd just royally messed them up again now.

I sat up and grabbed the box, opening it up. I was confused when I opened it and inside was two items. One was a letter, plain and simple enough, but the second was a mask. I stared at the mask for a moment, unsure of where I knew it from, but then I placed it down and read the letter.

'Dear Dave,
I know you're in a bit of trouble at the moment, and I've decided to come out of retirement to come and help you with this situation with Miss MacCready. Meet me at the park and I'll talk to you more about it. Come at about midnight, and come alone.

- An Old Friend'

I stared at the letter for a minute before looking back again at the mask. It couldn't be him, no way, no. This had to be a trap, another of Chris's little games. I fell for the last one, and now he was hoping I'd fall for this one too?

I crushed the paper in my hand, and walked back into my room. If this was a trick, I wasn't going to let Chris mess me around this time, I was going to avenge Mindy, but I was going to be bloody careful about it.

It took about five minutes for me to reach the park, but I made it, as I walked outside I actually felt kind of naked heading out without my kick-ass outfit. But that's when I remembered what Mindy had told me. 'Kick-Ass is who you really are.' And I immediately felt much better.

I walked cautiously into the park entrance, okay maybe it wasn't so cautiously. I was just worried about this being another stupid trap. I made a mental note that if this was a trap I was never going to trust a letter or a message again, nope. I was seriously thinking about just talking to everyone face to face if this was a trick.

But upon walking through the park, and when I heard a voice call my name from behind, not my name, but the name 'Kick-Ass' those thoughts disappeared completely.

Because, that person stood waiting for me wasn't a member of The Motherfucker's crew, or a villain of any kind. The person stood waiting for me was the one and only Colonel Stars and Stripes.