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Arc 2 pt 2 continued

"Yes," Cain stated quickly "my greed got me involved in a bad area of town, my final collection is tomorrow, at the 35th bank. It is the black market of the city." Cain stated shamefully his father stared at him thinking before lightening up a bit. "I know the owner, I cannot have intervened in my brother's fate but I do my darndest to protect yours." His father got up from the couch and went to a desk and sat down, before picking up a phone that was built into the desk "yessir!" a young adult male voice sounded through the speaker "Hermes, now is your time to shine! I need you to get me on a secure phone line with asset-01." Cain's father spoke into the phone. The voice on the other side replied hesitantly "Sir, are you sure about this?" Knowing about asset-01 and his position, he questioned suspiciously. "yes I shall not relive '87 with my son!" the voice on the other end stuttered "oh! I uh aaaah, I'll notify all of his major assets! I'll make sure you are on the line with him in the next 5 minutes or so!" Cain's father continued to go over to a shelf and attempt to take out a book, upon pulling the book, the shelf made a clicking sound before, Cain's father stepped aside and let the bookcase fall back into the wall and slide into it, in the secret room, was an archive. Containing lists of members in the family and assets of it. Along with permits and deeds to different buildings and such, Cain's father walked over to the blueprints immediately, and quickly found a blueprint of the most recent changes and total structure of the 35th bank. He pulled a lever from the inside of the archive and made his way out 5 one second ticks were heard before the bookshelf slid back into place, he looked through the floors and the motioned Cain to come over "where?" his father quizzed, Cain found the spot on the blueprint "There, H16. That is where my friend will be." Cain's father looked to his son inquisitively "a good friend, we meet early. I would trust no other person." His father pulled some paper and pencils out from a drawer and started scribbling many small neat numbers when the phone rang, Cain's father picked up the phone, an older man spoke through the phone in a Russian accent "boulder long time no see! What is the deal my friend? You only come to me when you need info." Knowing that whenever 'boulder' called he meant business. "Vik, I know this is a touchy subject, but do you remember '87?" the Russian voice replied in a mildly bitter tone "yes. '87 was bad for the market, here at the bank. Why do you ask?" Cain's father stated painfully, "I wish to not let history repeat itself." Vik, knowing what the phrase meant, questioned in a deep serious tone "who?" Cain turned to his father, who looked back in seriousness "junior." He stated.

Cain waited anxiously as the conversation between his fathers and "Vik" continued for hours, the only breaks they made were to eat, every now and then a question was shot towards him and he answered "what does the delivery guy look like" Cain's father questioned, Cain replied he wears non-descript black and dark red clothes. I can't miss him though, he wears a dark red headband." Cain's father pleased by the answer, replied "good." And continued to plan with Vik, the question got him thinking, Sam… is he really a friend? I mean sure we spend a lot of time with each other casually, but does he consider me a friend? His thoughts were cut short when his father motioned for him to come forward, "one last question," he said "total payout, this is the most important piece of information you can give me, and I need you to be 100% honest, what is the payout?" Cain went white, remembering the last collection would be the largest, "it's okay, you can tell me. It will help you." Cain screwed his eyes shut and grimaced before growling through his teeth, "one-hundred thousand," his father's eyes went wide before he spoke into the phone hesitantly, "100k." he then waited for a response, "ok, it is done, as long as it is 25%." Cain's father smiled "yes, glad to do business with you, sir! Goodbye." And hung up the phone. He stood from his desk, and approached Cain. "Go, get some rest. You will need it, son." He hugged Cain, before he went to bed.

Cain could not fall asleep for hours, with the current situation running rampant through his mind. He was playing out all of the different possible outcomes, more of the worse ones than the pleasant ones. He shook the thoughts from his head and at about midnight he was able to fall asleep, though he would not sleep quietly. He woke up on the outside of the 35th bank pitch black on the sidewalk and the rest of existence blacked out accept for the front of the bank and the faint grey light pouring from the doors. Cain stood up on the invisible floor and made his way towards the doors, and opened them he found he was in the lobby of the bank, absolutely nobody was in sight, the staircase leading to the second floor blurred and replaces with a solid mass of shifting grey and black wisps of void. all hallways blotted out in the same manner accept for the hallway that lead to the vault. He remembered the vault had nothing in it as this was a black market and anything stored there would be gone in a heartbeat, so he advanced towards it. Very dim ceiling lights lined the hallway until the vault room appeared brightly on the left. Once he entered the vault, he saw a figure leaning against the wall in a black hoodie and grey bleached jeans a black backpack in his left arm. The figure approached Cain and set down the backpack down, then his left hand reached towards the hood he had on his head, completely shrouding his identity. And pulled it off; revealing average length brown hair, parts of it sticking up at the sides where a red headband laid across his forehead, "Sam," Cain spoke, Sam simply nodded. Cain reached for the bag beside Sam but found the backpack to be gone, "not today, Cain. Today… fate, has different plans for you." When he finished the statement, a beam of light shone in from the brick wall at the end of the vault. The light came from a seam in a single brick, the light, spread as the brick slid into the wall replacing it with white light all of the bricks around it started to do the same until a crudely formed passage replaced the center of the wall, "go, and may god have mercy on your soul." Gee! thanks for the encouraging words. Cain subconsciously whispered, before walking towards the light.

When he entered the passage his vision faded, and Cain woke up in his bed. Light was shining in the window of his room, and birds were chirping happily in the trees outside, "awfully lovely for the day I might die huh." Cain deadpanned at his surroundings, disappointed there was no rain. At least, not yet. The sky was overcast. He sat up in his bed and decided to get dressed. After he was dressed in an orange shirt and plain black cargo shorts, and a deep blue hoodie. (Shut up, cargo shorts are awesome.) He went downstairs to find his father in the kitchen, waiting for a blitzkrieg machine to brew his coffee. "Ah, good morning Cain." His father greeted. "Pffffft," Cain scoffed "This? Good morning?" his father looked at him in seriousness, "I used to have to this kind of thing too, you know." Cain's father stated. Cain looked down and sighed "I'll make it. I'll make it out alive." His father hugged him "yes, you will." And they were both right, just not in the way they would expect it to happen.

The time had come. Cain was briefed on what he needed to do, who was there, and backup plans, everything. His father personally packed him a backpack that he would trade for the one with money, and if anything went haywire, he would have everything he would need to survive. "So this has everything possibly needed, if anything were to happen" his father looked to him with a sly smile, "anything." He said, oh son, you were not the only one with fitful sleep, last night. His father thought as he remembered his son walking into the vault wall opening, in a dream from last night "I… however… did pack something special." He opened the bag and took out a weird device it was a metal cylinder with a speaker on it, a red button on the side of the speaker and a red LED screen to the left of the speaker, wires protruding from all around it, and a cover, protecting some sort of sticky substance. "This, is an interesting piece of explosives, called a Killswitch." Cain looked at his father like he was a lunatic, "when you are ready to use it, you simply push and hold the red button on the side, and say 'activate Killswitch.' Then the screen will say 'ready' on it, then remove the protective film, place it wherever you need it, like a wall or something. Then press and hold the red button again, and say 'set detonation timer' and however much time you want to pass before it explodes." Cain is still, looking at his father like he is slightly insane, but shakes it off and carefully takes the Killswitch and puts it back in the backpack, "thanks dad." Cain stated thankfully, "you are welcome, Cain. And good luck out there!" he exclaimed as his son left the front door and got on the bike he was going to use to get there. Cain's father whispered to himself "something tells me you're is going to need it."

Cain checked the local time on the local chapel tower, as he sped down a sidewalk 10 of noon, perfect. He had made the trip so many times before, he gained a good sense of when he would arrive at the 35th for the collections. As time went on, he went past the business district and past the suburbs. He knew the 35th was where the houses and apartment complexes, got less and less kept. And more and more neglected. The 35th soon came into sight, along with all of the other, abandoned buildings and complexes. When he arrived he parked his bike and a back alley to the left of the bank and covered it with black trash bags full of packing peanuts. Not that anybody gets the trash here anyway, Cain thought to himself. And nervously headed inside, the place was a bustle, to spite the lack of people he saw on the street. People were walking here and there accessing funds or other stuff like that, he slowly paced around the edge of the right wall. Something's off… Cain looked at his surroundings a little more closely; people were still, at least a few that he noticed, and they were all looking at him even if only for a second and a man in a ratty black tux stood on the balcony of the second floor. Cain looked up at him when he noticed a faint shine on the right side of his tuxedo, the man looked back at Cain, and smiled shifting so that the light could reveal the family emblem; a circle with a mountain on the inside all etched into the fabric with fine silver cables, Cain smiled at the man, and he nodded, "Hermes, this is oracle one, notify Stonetumbler that Cain has entered the thirty-fifth" the man heard a faint voice say from his earpiece "copy that, oracle one, he is notified!" and then he heard a message directed to everyone on the channel "alright everyone this is a high steaks procedure, everything must go as planned. No civilians, all hostiles, keep your eyes peeled, and good luck. Hermes out." The line went static for the time being, and the men continued to monitor the premises. Cain continued to pace around the right wall, as to not let the men lose him. And found the long hallway, to the vault and continued to go down the hallway, slowly.

Several black vehicles pulled up outside the bank which one of the well positioned men spotted, "uuuuh, oracle one, do you copy, this is centurion six." Oracle one responded "I copy, centurion six, what do you see?" the man on ground floor known as centurion six responded "you're not going to like this sir, six plus black vans just pulled into the parking lot across the street, no personnel have exited any of the vehicles." Oracle one responded "son of a… ok." Oracle stepped back from the balcony and clicked a button on his earpiece "all units, this is oracle one. Set comms to open. possible hostiles spotted across the street," a new voice chimed in from an unknown position. "Oracle one this is angle two, your eyes in the sky have intercepted an unknown transmission from your general area, I am patching you in now." Static followed for a second then a few voices faded in "We do not know who our target is, but what we know is this payout is huge, we got one-hundred grand on the line here. So don't screw up unless you want to be killed or docked of pay." Oracle's eyes widened "Damn it." He muttered under his breath "all units ready for combat. I repeat, lock and load, battle is inevitable!"

Isaac made his way down a winding hallway looking for the spot where Sam would be, he saw bright light off to the left in a hallway but paid no attention, as he already knew the layout of the bank. He soon came to a door that was dimly lit by an exit sign, and standing like a shadow under it was a boy in a black hoodie, and grey bleached jeans holding what looked to be a 50lb black backpack obviously holding money. "Sam." Cain stated happily, the figure removed its hood to reveal Sam: he had brown hair, a few patches sticking out where a red headband ran across his forehead "Cain," they both stuck out their right arm and caught their hands. "Good to see you again bro." Cain stated, "Same here." Sam replied. Cain and Sam started to talk briefly about their lives, and how thing were doing. Unbeknownst to them a threat came that would cut their conversation short.

"Oracle one! This is angle two! Do you copy?" oracle brought his hand to his ear "I copy, what is it angle two?" the voice was muffled by the intense sound of a chopper, but he was still able to make out what angle two said "four personnel just exited a black van in the adjacent parking lot! They are thicker than normal civvies, be on guard!" oracle relayed the message and stated "you heard the man watch the three suspects that enter the building in black." The three men in black enter the building and disperse. One of the hidden men spots something, that put up a red flag the moment he saw it, "oracle one, oracle one do you copy?" oracle responds "what is it knight?" knight's voice responds low but with definable anxiety "sir this is not good, I got an emblem," oracle turns the safety off on his pistol and hidden combat rifle while quickly asking "who?" knight responds hesitantly "Blackwater, sir." Oracles eyes widen. "Hermes…" oracle calls quietly. Hermes is quick to lighten the air. "Swarmer support is already available, and reinforcements are ready" oracle sighs in mild relief. "ok Hermes, call in swarmers to the parking lot adjacent to the thirty-fifth bank. Target, is 6 plus black vans." Hermes replied from the other end "you got it. Kay folks! Swarmers inbound to parking lot adjacent to the thirty-fifth bank. Watch your hides!"

"Will we see each other again, friend?" Cain asks disappointedly. "I am sure of it." Sam replies. Sam stops what he doing and immediately covers Cain's mouth and pulls him to the wall. The sound of whispers and footsteps grow closer, slowly. "I have not found the target, or the jackpot yet, Ze. Of course I'll keep searching. Alrighty, out!" the footsteps were closer than ever. Sam was breathing slow and deep, when he uncovered Cain's mouth, and slowly got in position to tackle whatever came around that corner. A figure rounded the corner quickly and was tackled to the ground by Sam who covered the merc's mouth and wrestled his hands behind his back, "do you know this guy?" Sam questions quickly. Cain yanks the earpiece out, then rears his foot back before kicking him as hard as he could, in the groin, rendering the mercenary unconscious. Cain replies "yea rival, clan member." He then grabs Sam's shoulders and tells him quickly "take the money to one of the Stonetumbler, clan members, they have a hard to spot, emblem, it will always be on their right side of whatever clothing they are wearing. Get out of here while you still can, you will find me later." Sam was impressed by his coolness under pressure and asked "And where do you think you are going?" Cain undid the submachine gun from its holster on the out-cold merc's back and looked to Sam with a serious expression, "my destiny. Thank you for being the best of a friend, I hope to see you again, Sam!" Sam smiled before opening the door behind him and escaping the clan war that was about to occur taking the money filled backpack with him.

Cain ran forward towards where the vault was and held his gun forward, he made sure that the safety was off, and the clip loaded, before running. He was about to come to an intersection when he spotted an open door and ran inside. He hid behind the door, and waited. He heard two sets of footsteps approach the intersection, the stopped and the two people started conversing "I don't know man, I radioed mini for his position, but he hasn't responded." The closer person sounded high pitched, and foreign, in accent. The other mercenary, who had a deep husky voice, answered, "I don't even know if we should go find him, dude, he is a lost cause." The two voices laughed than continued to walk down the hall Cain just came from, and talk of their stupid friend, "maybe we should just kill him and keep the money for ourselves," the high pitched foreign voice continued. "Yeah I can't stand his stupid rambling about becoming the queen of some weird were-creatures, using chips." Cain who was tired and mildly disturbed by the two friend's conversation, made sure the two merc's were not looking, when he left the door of the room he was in and bolted into the vault, the vault seemed to have a separate hallway but it went to a dead end wall after 2 feet, "bingo." Cain stated quietly to himself while pulling out a Killswitch, he did as he remembered he was instructed to. First he held the red button down and said "Killswitch, activate." Quietly, when he saw the red LED screen display 'ready…' he proceeded to take the protective film off of the adhesive, and stick it on the wall. He then held down the red button and said "set detonation time, fifteen seconds." He got in position to sprint out of there and let go of the red button. As soon as he let go of the button the red LEDs displayed '15' and the timer counted down. Cain reached the room he had gotten into before and waited 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… the moment his mind hit zero, an enormous explosion rang out and the entire building shook, with the shock wave. Cain was deafened for a few seconds, when his hearing came back he saw the 2 remaining mercs facing the large frame that lead into the vault, surprised. Cain took a deep breath and thanks to adrenaline and extensive firearms classes and martial arts classes, was able to fire 1 bullet into each of the arms of the mercs and used the stock of the gun to bash the backs of the knees of the 2 mercs making them fall to the ground. After he did that, Cain ran into the vault to find a gaping hole in the wall, and a steep smooth cement slide dropping into the unknown. Cain looked back to the doorway of the vault and said "I have no other choice." Once again he took a deep breath and closed his eyes before jumping down the polished stone slide taking minimal damage. The slide seemed to curve a little and finally after about 20 seconds the slide slowed to a stop, he got up and observed his surroundings, he seemed to be in an old sewage system, storm drains letting in minimal light. Thankfully the only thing flowing below the grates he stands on is rainwater, Cain continued to observe his surroundings while walking. Anywhere away from where he just came from. He came to a dead end with a drain pipe 24 inches wide, "no." Cain said to himself and looked in. When saw light on the other side of it, "okay maybe." He said to himself agitatedly.

The pipe was only about 10 feet long but it had a grate on the end. "Seriously?" Cain stated frustrated, he got out of the pipe and went back in again feet first this time. When he was at the grate again, he decided to try busting it down. After a few heavy kicks, the large metal gate fell off with a clang and Cain was able to get through. Upon standing up on the other side he saw a plain beige door frame with torches on either side. Having nowhere else to go he entered the door, and saw nothing but the walls of the room and the door that each wall had in its center. However a glint caught his eye, and he saw a golden door on his left, he almost instinctively entered it and he came across a weird stone pedestal. He went farther into the room and saw something on top of the pedestal. He approached it and tried to see what it was: it was a strange piece of technology, it was a metal sphere with a bunch of metal parts sticking out the front and very small electrical wire with a red lens at the front and center. On a plaque attached to the pillar the technology came from, read 'technology 2.0 laser,' and in fine print read below it 'also a camcorder!' Cain cautiously picked up the technology, and inspected it on a large flat portion of the odd, machine read 'gently place spherical end in hollow eye socket and it will do the rest.' Cain looked at the mass of metal in shock and wonder. It becomes my eye!? Realizing what the statement meant to him alone rethought this… this becomes my eye? He thought with a smile. Cain lifted his eye patch to reveal an empty eye socket, then carefully picked up the technology and placed it in his hollow socket. He cringed at first, as nothing had actually been in there… ever. He soon got over the pain, and left the machine to see what it did. (Haha!) After about 10 minutes the hardware was all in place, but it needed 8 hours or so to calibrate. "yay, time to take a nap." Cain said tiredly to himself, before yawning and fell asleep on the ground. But yet again the dreams scheduled for today had other plans than to let him enjoy peaceful rest. he woke up in the room he fell asleep in, and sat up, he tried yawning but he could not open his mouth, he tried to speak but his lips remain shut, no big deal he heard a voice calling out to somebody, anybody at all he decided to follow it, yet it ran away looking in different areas, he kept looking for it but it faded away he ran around all of the rooms he could find, yet found nothing. He was walking around a room when he heard a voice… crying. Cain fervently searched for the voice and this time after running through a bunch of rooms came into one that had a boy in it the boy was enveloped in orange fire and only had beige cargo shorts on. He seemed to be staring at something. Cain turned to where the boy was facing, and his eyes were met with pure white. He glanced at the door, a hand tapped him on the shoulder, it was the strange boy covered in fire, the boy motioned for him to go into the door. Instinctively he agreed, but he stopped just short of entering, turned back, and grabbed the boy and drug him into it as well. The boy must have been happy because there was a smile on his face as he was dragged into the white door frame. Cain's vision faded and he awoke to many strange lights, in his right eye. Wait a minute… he opened his left eye and it was greeted by torchlight, with a smile on his face and anticipation eating him alive. He opened his right eye his newly installed eye saw the same colors as the left eye did and now he could tell his hands were up in the air clenched into fists of joy. He sat up laughing heartily at his new eye, he could see everything in full detail. And he was ecstatic, and ready to take on the world. For now…

So how was it? A love working heavily on backstories like this one, especially with that imagination of mine… next chapter should be out… I… really don't know when… I think that is also going to be a long one too… anyways readers, leave a review, and if ya like it… favorite it! And once again.

Until next time!