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babe."
     
    "Just checkin' things out making sure everything under the hood is working correctly. I passed with flying colors, aren't you proud of me?" She smiles blowing a kiss to me.
     
    "Sure thing, I was just a bit worried that's all. I think it's what's been freaking me out all day." I say continuing to express my concern.
     
    "Don't worry so much, nothing's going to happen to me." She reassures me. "We will be together forever babe, you're stuck with me."
     
    "No matter what?"
     
    Angela leans in over the table and takes my hand. "Come hell or high water, I love you Ashton Mortal. Nothing will ever change that, besides I have to keep you around now, I'm gonna' need your help."
     
    Just then Ronny strolls up holding a silver tray with our order and sits it down on the table. A large party enters the restaurant and heads for the register as Ronny quickly scrambles back to his workstation to take their order. I reach for my straw and begin to jab one end against the table to open it from its packaging. "So you're gonna' need my help huh? I knew you needed me!"
     
    Angela stares back at me with loving eyes, lost in a daydream it seems. I push the straw through the drink lid and begin to sip from it. Reaching her hand across the table to hold mine again she softly whispers, "I'm pregnant Ash."
     

CHAPTER: 3
    MORTALITUS
    "Tell us where the Payload is damn you, this is a matter of national security!!!" The soldier screams as he batters Tyler repeatedly.
     
    Facing ongoing punishment, Tyler gives the mysterious soldiers no information as blank threats do little to sway him. Again and again the soldier pounds away at him, striking his face splitting his eyebrow and lip. Spitting blood on the floor it's almost as if his intentions are to provoke the crazed soldier. "You think this is a fuckin' game!" You have no idea what you're getting yourself into! They will execute you if you don't start playing ball buddy!"
     
    "I have nothing to say." Calm and collected, Tyler replies.
     
    Just then the door to the interrogation room opens and in walks the mysterious man that sipped his scotch, the man with the details. The aged man stands in the center of the two soldiers peering back at Tyler as he once more spits blood to the floor. Battered and beaten, Tyler returns the dangerous stare trying to tempt the predator. "Jason, Greg, will you excuse Mr. Morgan and myself for a moment." The mysterious man politely asks.
     
    The two soldiers leave the room as the aged man continues to stand on the opposing side of the stainless steel table, stalking his prey. After a minute or so he pulls the chair at the table back and sits in front of Tyler, never taking his eyes off him. "Tyler Morgan, my name is Jonathan Reynolds, that should do for now. Needless to say, it's a pleasure to finally meet you, my associates tell me you're not interested in helping our investigation." Jonathan says, with a soft tone.
     
    "You're wasting your time Jonathan!" Tyler fires back.
     
    "Please, call me John. You know something Tyler, you say I'm wasting my time but I'm not too sure about that." Jonathan replies, smugly. "See all things considered, I'm going to get the information I need regardless of whether or not you help me."
     
    "You seem pretty sure of yourself, so why are you even here talking to me then?"
     
    Jonathan just returns a blank stare, studying the reactions of Tyler. "Whatever fate may be, whatever brought you here and made it possible for you to accomplish this mission you're on, whatever that thing may be is dangerous. For the rest of your life, we will be watching you. We own you now son, everything you will ever be, so go on, keep smiling asshole. I promise, when we find the Payload you will regret this, you have no idea what I'm capable of!" Jonathan says, as his voice escalates.
     
    "Ask yourself this John, did you ever think that some things are more important than your so called intimidation tactics? One day I promise you,