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triggers. Blood splattered all over
John's clothes and face. He did not care, this was for Tommy.
     
    Later that night John was at a bar near his
apartment drinking, when he decided to call Michael. "How's the
client doing, Michael?" There was a pause before he answered the
question. "He's happy, John. Did you get the meeting you had hoped
for?" John was enjoying his little bit of happiness. "Yes, I did
Michael, I'll call you tomorrow." John hung up the phone and
finished his drink before walking home. It was almost as if this
one event had made him forget the pain of losing his family. He had
avenged his partner, but there was a bigger goal that he needed to
reach. He did not know if he would ever get that chance. It was
burning inside of him like a cancer ripping away pieces of his
soul. If he could somehow persuade Michael to let him find out
where Chung was hiding out so he could kill him, that somehow
everything would be better with John and then they could move on to
more glorious task like ridding the world of the evils it
possessed. Those evils that roamed the earth, like Erick. But first
he had to deal with Chung. By the time he got back to his apartment
the Bourbon had kicked in and he started to sink back into his
depression. Nothing accept vengeance for his wife and kid would
ever satisfy his thirst. Not even Bourbon was strong enough to do
that.

CHAPTER SIX
    The Story
     
    The next day John and Michael met at a local
coffee shop to talk. Both men sat quietly drinking and staring out
of the window. They barely said a word to each other. John decided
to break the silence and he asked Michael how he got started doing
the governments dirty work. In a cold monotone voice, Michael told
John the story of how his life was changed forever. He mentioned
that his father was a government official back in Russia. "He was
nobody special mind you." He wanted John to understand that he was
just a man doing his job for his country. Just a man trying to
support his family.
     
    His father had the final say on all new
construction contracts at the Kremlin. It was a lackluster job,
that payed only slightly better than a trash collector. After a few
years his father had made some friends, the kind of friends that
know how to make things happen and can make you very wealthy if you
know how to keep your mouth shut. Michael's father started to grow
close with his new friends and he quickly left the Kremlin and
worked his way up a new type of ladder. "I was just a kid, my
father had done some bad things and he hurt a lot of people."
Michael finished his coffee. "John, you know the people we chase?"
John nodded his head. "My father would have been one of them."
Michael waved at the waitress for the check.
     
    "One day a man named Gabriel came into our
home and killed my mother. My father had no choice but to sit there
and watch. And when he was done with her, he killed my father and
forced me to watch." Michael handed some money to the waitress for
the check. "John, He gave me a choice, Come with me and know what
it is to live or stay here and know what it is to die. That is what
he said to me." "So you went with him?" "Yes, I went with him, and
I became him." Michael paused for a moment as he thought about the
past, then he placed an envelope on the table and slid it over to
John. "I'll see you John." John picked up the envelope and started
to walk away. He was focused on the story he had just heard. "John,
that is why I recruited you." Michael pointed at the envelope.
     
    When John got home he was nervous about
opening the envelope. What was the reason that Michael had
recruited him? What was he about to face? John sat on the couch and
opened the envelope. Inside there was information on Chenglei
Chung, the Chinese mob boss that had ruined his life. The way John
saw it Chung was responsible for the death of everyone he had
gotten close to, everyone he had loved. His wife and daughter, his
partner, the only partner he had ever liked.