Julius P.O.V.

I headed back toward the Cooper Gang's hideout. I felt sorry for lashing out at Bentley and Sly. They really were just trying to help me out on the mission. When I got back to the hideout, I apologized to Sly and Bentley for my behavior. I told them I had bipolar. They accepted my apology. I got assigned another mission: following Dimitri around like a creepy stalker. I exited the safe house. I was eventually leaded toward a boat with a bell on it. I opened my binocucom.

"I just intercepted an email from Dimitri. He's ordered his guards to ring the boat's bell when the coast is clear." Bentley said to me.

"Coast is clear for what?" I asked.

"Of that, I'm uncertain, ring the bell and follow him without being seen, then maybe we'll find out what he's hiding." Bentley said.

"This is better than using Tinder." I said.

"What's Tinder?" Bentley asked.

"Tinder is an app where you swipe a series of girls that you don't like and when you do accept a girl, you talk to her." I said.

"That sounds creepy." Bentley said.

I shut off my binocucom. I rung the bell. I ran away. Out of a warehouse door stood a tall purple lizard with reddish-brown eyes. His eyelids are blue and baggy. The lizard had a cigar in his mouth. He had a large blue crest that mimiced hair, as well as a blue goatee, and he wore a green jacket with a large collar over an orange tank-top. To go with his jacket, he wore green pants held up by a large gold belt buckle, as well as orange socks and shoes. He had rings on both hands, and a watch on one of his wrists. He looked like the spokesperson of J.C. Penny.

Dimitri walked out of the warehouse. I followed him. Suddenly, my phone went off. I took it out of my pocket. It was my mother calling me. I wanted to answer her, but at the same time, I didn't want to blow my cover. I answered the phone.

"Hi, mom." I said.

"Julius, where the hell are you?" My mother said to me.

I didn't know how to answer her. I couldn't tell her that I was in Paris in a video game. She wouldn't believe me.

"I don't have time to answer you, mom." I said.

I hung up on my mother. I hated to do that to hr, but I was in a very important mission. I couldn't afford to blow my cover on this mission. If Dimitri spotted me, I would fail this mission. Dimitri turned to face me. I quickly ducked behind a building. He walked few feet. He couldn't see anybody. He turned around. That was a fucking close one. I nearly failed the mission. I put my phone on Do Not Disturb. I continued to follow the purple iguana without any interruptions.

Dimitri eventually went into the club's secret entrance. He was mumbling some incomprehensible bullshit that was indecipherable.

"Good job tailing him, Julius, he had no idea you were watching him while he typed in that secret code. Hold on... looks like that door leads to the nightclub's aqua pump. Hmm, this might be useful for the heist!" Bentley said to me. "This is a job for Murray. Head back towards the safe house."

I headed back toward the safe house. While heading back, I thought about the rude things that I said to Bentley and Sly. It made me think about the time that my father died in a car accident in the middle of January. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Flashback: January 22, 2019. Newark, New Jersey. The Human World. 5:30 P.M. The Kore Household.

Julius P.O.V.

It was 5:30 P.M. on January 22, 2019 that my father died. I was the catalyst for the accident. I wanted to call him. My father was running an hour late. It was in the middle of a blizzard. It was dusk outside. I was in the living room of my house, watching TV with my little brother Tommy. We watching an old VHS tape of the cartoon: Rubik: The Amazing Cube.

Rubik: The Amazing Cube was an obscure cartoon that revolved around an anthropomorphic version of the Rubik's Cube, a toy that was very popular in the 1980s. Rubik had magical abilities. Rubik: The Amazing Cube was about 3 children who find a magical Rubik's Cube. When one of the kids solved the Rubik's Cube, it would be anthropomorphized. The premise is beyond stupid. The only reason that I watched the cartoon was because my dad grew up with the cartoon.

Anyway, I was watching Rubik: The Amazing Cube with my brother Tommy. We were waiting for my dad to return home from work. My father: Richard Kore, worked at a factory that made metallic tools. The factory made everything from knives to wrenches to just about everything that was metallic. I was watching the second half of an episode of Rubik: The Amazing Cube when I realized that my father wasn't returning home. I grew concerned. I thought that maybe something terrible must've happened to him.

I picked up the land line portable phone and dialed my father's phone number. Normally, I would never call my father when he was driving home from work. But I was growing concerned. I waited for the phone to pick up. It finally picked up.

"Hi, Julius." my father said in a nasty tone of voice that I've never heard from him before, "What do you want?"

I was taken aback by my father's tone of voice. He had never used that tone of voice to me in the fifteen years that I have been around. It sounded like as if he hated me.

"When are you coming home?" I asked my father.

"I come home when I come home, Ok, Julius." my father said angrily.

"What's with the nasty tone of voice?" I asked my father.

"The nasty tone of voice is the result of you trying to call me while I'm driving." My father said.

"Well, excuse me!" I exclaimed, "All I wanted to do to see where you are. I want to know if you're okay. You're not usually late."

"I'm in a fucking blizzard!" my father said. "I have every god damn reason to be late. In case if you were wondering whether or not I'm okay, I'm okay."

"Good." I said. "I'm glad you're okay. Where are you at?"

"I'm on the freeway." my dad said. "I'll be home in 20 minutes Ok. I just had a stressful day at work."

"That's the biggest problem about you, Dad." I said. "You're a workaholic."

"I CAN'T FUCKING HELP IT IF I'M A WORKAHOLIC!" my dad screamed at me. "I WORK HARD TO SUPPORT YOU AND YOUR BROTHER! I'LL BE DAMNED IF YOU ARE GONNA SIT HERE AND CHATSIZE ME ABOUT ME BEING A WORKAHOLIC! I HAVE GIVEN YOU AND YOUR BROTHER EVERYTHING YOU EVER WANTED! I HAVE GIVEN YOU A PS4, A PS3, X BOX 360, EVERYTHING! YOU BETTER BE APPRECIATIVE OF THE THINGS THAT I HAVE GOTTEN YOU!"

I was stunned by my dad's sudden outburst. It was uncalled for.

"I'm sorry." I said.

"It's alright." My father said. "Please stop talking to me, Julius. You're going to make me crash my car and die."

"Yeah right." I said sarcastically. "I'll never stop."

"STOP IT, JULIUS!" My father said angrily at me, "I MEAN IT!"

Then I said the final words that I would ever say to my father ever again: "The word stop doesn't exist in my vocabulary asshole."

That was the last thing I ever said to my father. I suddenly heard the squealing of the car tires. I heard a horrible crashing noise, a noise that I will never forget. Then the hung just cut off. No dial tone. No nothing. I stood there in shock for several minutes, hoping that my father was okay in the accident. I hung up the phone. I cried. If I had a time machine and if I could travel back in time to that moment, I would've covered my past self's mouth right before he said that statement in a heartbeat.

A few hours later, my uncle Scoot called me and told me that my father's car was totaled. He told me that my father was dead. I spent the next 2 days crying. I was devastated. So was Tommy. I wish I could've taken the words that I've said to my father back. The night prior, I got into an arguement with my father over what girl I was going to take to the school dance in May. It was a pretty girl that came from the country Greece. I would tell you her name, but since I know any Greek words beyond zeta, alpha, and omega and Elektra (A Marvel Comics superheroine), I cannot tell you the girl's name. My father flat out refused to accept my girl to the school dance. His reasoning was because he'd been to Greece before and he said that the girls there were "too beautiful" and the fact that they were nothing but bimbos.

I responded with me saying that I wished that he was in an horrible car accident and that he died. I said it out of anger. I didn't mean it. I loved my dad very much. Who knew that my wish would come true the next day. The death of my father was one of the worst tragedies that I had ever been through. Worse than the bear attack that I had encountered when I was 8 years old. Worse than my brother's bike riding accident.

I have to live with the fact that my selfishness and my sarcasm was what ultimately killed my father. I will never forget that day til the day I die.