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sidewalk on Speedway Boulevard. There’s hardly no foot and vehicle traffic. I found myself dwelling on what the Messenger said, “Old roots still lie with the dead.” Suddenly, it hit me like a shovel to the face. The Grant Cemetery. Of course. Where our partnership began.
    I motioned to run off. A Black Door emerged from the ground in front of me, and I stopped in my place. It’s a futuristic transport device we use. My boss, Mr. Herald, one of the Agency Heads, impeccably dressed and manicured, stepped out of the darkness of the black door.
    “To what do I owe this pleasure, Mr. Herald?”
    “We extracted new, important intel on Vega.”
    I can’t help but to let out a little chuckle. “Extracted? Don’t you mean tortured?”
    Mr. Herald released a hard scoff. “We do what we got to do. You know the drill.”
    “Yep, I do. I’m kind of busy, boss. What’s the emergency?”
    “You can’t kill Vega.”
    “What? Why? This is the first chance in twenty years to take him out for good.”
    “I know and you’ll get your chance. Just not now. I’m supposed to keep it classified, but you and I go way back, so I’ll tell you. Vega has control of his very own Hole, a Master Hole.”
    “How can that be? He couldn’t have gained the knowledge from the Ancients to do so. They wouldn’t allow someone like him to do that.”
    “We don’t know how, but he has created, engineered a Master Hole that can accomplish what our three Holes can do.”
    “I know where he is.”
    “All right, but you can’t kill him or even capture him until we find the location to that Master Hole and what he’s conspiring to do.”
    However , I thought to myself, no matter what, if I get the chance to take him out, then the ultimate evil is dead and the world is a much better place. It’s victory!
    Back in present time, at the Grant Cemetery, I continue to square off against Vega, where we began this story.
    “The Messenger led you to me, huh?” Vega asks as if he isn’t surprised.
    “Now you know how I found you, Vega.”
    “Subordinates can’t be trusted. Time to end this, Harv.”
    I nod in agreement. The wind howls through the trees and tosses branches and leaves all over the area. Vega draws two medium-sized swords, and that triggers us to dash toward each other. We exchange death swipe blows, but we each fend them off. We have similar fighting skills, and why shouldn’t we? We’ve had over six hundred years of getting to know everything about each other. However, I use a few of my teacher Miyamoto Musashi’s moves and force Vega to backpedal.
    “You always were brilliant with the sword,” Vega states with an actual sincere tone.
    “And you were always jealous. I’m curious. How did you create your very own Master Hole?”
    “I could tell you, but I’d have to kill you then.”
    “How cliché. After all these years, you can’t come up with something better than that?”
    Another Miyamoto technique. I have him distracted by dialogue. So I take a chance at swiping my sword at Vega, but he’s too quick, and he takes advantage of the environment. He jumps off a tombstone and flies through the air at me. He slashes into both my arms with his weapons. I yell in pain, but I’m still alert enough to see my chance.
    I stab my sword through Vega’s stomach and it exits his back. I push him backward and ram him into a statue. Vega spits up black blood and then looks at me, shocked, with a cocky grin. I’m confused by this gesture.
    “You’re not going to regenerate this time, bastard,” I say with absolute confidence.
    “You always were quick. However, I’ve been doing something you obviously haven’t been doing.”
    “Oh, yeah? What’s that?” I twist my sword and Vega moans in pain. And just like that, he stops and smirks at me.
    “Research, Harv, research.” Vega cockily winks at me and I give him a confused scowl, which I didn’t mean to do. Vega waves at me.
    “See you soon, brother.”
    Vega evanesces