I sneakily chased the car through crops and woodlands, taking shortcuts to make sure I keep up.

After about two hours, the car starts to drive in to this town with old, nice looking houses on cliffs with bricks walling it. It was gated and the car stopped at a gate, then the gate opens, the car drives in and the gates closes.

This must be a rich neighbourhood, tho the houses were not particularly big, there might be large mansions further down the line. But why was this Canadian soldier entering and was able to enter a US neighbourhood when he was killing their soldiers and civilians. Maybe that not who I think it is.

I took my knives and realize that the left one have blood of the dog I killed earlier. They were talking about an infection and I assume it could have that infection. I observe and plan out my strategy. The sun was rising east and this was bad as my stealth would worsen because of this. I quickly ran up to the bottom cliff and scaled it. I jumped house to house, soar cliff to cliff to find the armoured car again. I had to be super quite as others could be waking up at any moment. Then as I go to in deeper to the town, I see mansions coasting along a lake with fishing docks and boats and forestry at the roads of the houses. I found the car parked on a drive way of a large white mansion with a 2000s-2010s international design, it had a pool on top of its roof and an ambiguous person with a cup coming out of the door. I jumped tree to tree up towards the white mansion and drop down.

I hide behind the armoured car, look around to see if anyone was looking, I slowly check the car to see who is in it and found no one. I then climbed the mansion, check windows for a good opening. I see typical upper class rooms with expensive furniture, drones for chores like vacuuming and arms cleaning counter tops, and high end computers.

I see a hallway in the second floor so I check to see any security systems but couldn’t detect any. I open the window and it was silence, I dropped lightly and close the window. I crouched and walk slowly, observing my area. I try to not show my face to any sort of cameras.

I reach the pool area and see an African guy with a shower towel on enjoying a cup of coffee while reading on his tablet the daily stocks of food prices. I turn the other way and a robot dog was turning at the corner of that window I came out from to my direction, I quickly jumped and walked on the wall over the robot dog and landed behind it. The robot dog entered the pool area and the guy greeted the dog like a pet, “Hey boy, who a good boy, you are. Yes you are.”. The dog replied with a little boy voice, “Your waffles are ready sir.”. The guy replied, “Okay Stevo boy.”.

I went down stair and heard Reba screaming in pain. It was coming from under the grand floor. I advanced down and looked for the basement entrance. I smelled the waffles and it had a delicious maple sense. I was hungry as the last thing I ate was two sushis after mid night, I put away my knives, entered the kitchen, washed my hands and open the fridge. I heard Reba laughing weakly and those two Canadian voices from the comm-bay laughter as well. I became very skeptical on what is going on there. I look at the fridge and see vegetables, dairy products, juices, beers, and cooked left over steaks. I took a tomato and starting eating it, I then closed it and followed the laughter. I walked facing the front door and on my right, I found the basement door slightly exposed and open it, then I started hearing footsteps from the first floor to second floor. I quickly entered the basement stairs and close the basement doors.

I slowly stepped on the stairs down towards the basement. There was limited lighting but everything was illuminated. The walls where incomplete and there was various tool boxes and tools at the edge of the walls along with pipes, wood blanks and paint cans. From the other side of the basement in a separate room, I heard Stafaker said, “So Dan, how is the operation?”. Dan replied, “Its going good, it will take a while but her new legs should be good as new.”. Reba questioned, “So is Andrew gonna post those gory subjects pics on the darksites?”. Dan replied, “He will, he just need to get up. He lives ‘normal’ hours.”. Stafaker stated, “While someone gonna be at the day light.”. Dan asked, “So how is that K clone business going Stafaker? You said that is the main reason you are here in the States.”. Stafaker claim, “Yes, I haven’t found any yet. But they will be tough to deal with. They are super human but know when we started the project, they should be at around twenty four years of age so they are still amateurs.”. Reba said, “I mean, the original you mention, they can’t all be like her. There gotta be some nicer ones, some that can be just like me and Dan.”. Stafaker responded with a joking laugh, “Why am I out?”. Reba laughed back. “Note, you were part of the conspiracies, you were in their inner rings, then as you claim, you quit after realizing the crimes against humanity they caused.”. Stafaker said, “True, but hey, she was my mentor, she made me the soldier I am today. I just hope it doesn’t turn out to be a student against the master situation. As for the K clones, knowing their environment and well, being clones, they are all cold, emotionless, maybe psychopathic. They most likely all just have the urge to kill. I mean they are clones of probably the most obsessive killer ever known to mankind, and mixed with predators’ DNA, you can see the danger in that. Fucking animals.”. Reba asked, “Like she just kill everything on sight?”. Stafaker gave a small laugh, “If she did, I wouldn’t be talking, she just kills for money and thrill. Bounty hunter, hitwoman, mercenary, that kind of generic stuff. She likes to indulge in the moment, sometimes even toy with her targets.”

I started to feel emotional sick as I am eavesdropping. I then hear footsteps coming towards this way, I quietly dropped and hide under the stairs behind boxes. The footsteps hit the stairs, the wood blanks crackling as the footstep decent. I smell those delicious waffles and saw that guy with the towel. He entered into the other room with the others, greeting the other, “Hey guys.”. Dan greet back, “Good morning, Andrew.”. Andrew gave a special greeting to Reda, “Hi Reda. Stafaker called me telling me you are in the Sight forums.”. Reda greet back, “Hey Andrew, my you are only wearing your towel. And that smell, the waffles match your smooth, six pack body mister.”.

Something sparked in me, I’m not sure what, but it was like, envy, but of what? I took my right knife and hold it tight, and moving it around as I was listening.

Andrew flattered “Thank you.”. Then gave a laugh, then followed up with, “I love my maple waffles with fine Canadian maple syrup straight from the Canadian maple trees. This syrup was actually from Stafaker when he came to start search for some clones.”. Stafaker said, “K clones, we haven’t got a good lead yet but we are looking.”. Andrew said, “Don’t worry Reda, those cyber legs look good on yeah buns.”. Reba giggled with a follow up, “Aw, thank you, your too cute and adorable.”. Then she sniffed those damn waffles, “Hmmm, delicious.”.

I sliced my knife against the stair in anger, I don’t know why but this Andrew person is getting on my nerves, like who the fuck does he think he is going down the stairs all happy walking with his stupid waffles and complimenting her legs like that?

Fucking Andrew.

They started to laugh all together and I’m here carving the stairs, I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. Then I hear a door from the grand floor break with a man screaming, “FBI, put your hands up, put your hands up!”. Then shotgun fire blasted the house.

Stafaker shout, “Oh shit they are here.”. Dan stated, “They must know. Don’t worry, I planned ahead.”. I lay low on the boxes. I then see Stafaker with the rifle from the car, Dan, a white man with brown hair with a laptop and a medic kit, Andrew and his stupid towel, carrying Reba like I have but in the other way, run out and ran up the stairs, crackling heavily.

Then guns fire is heard again, followed with a grenade explosion, glass flying everywhere, Andrew and Reba screaming, then a woman with a deep voice scream, then a man shout, “Full force!”. More shot gun blasts along with rifle fire.

As the gun fight carries on, I prepared myself, finish the last of the tomato and grabbed my two knives and hold them tight. I get out and look at the room they were in, I see a med bay with many equipment. I saw a notebook with text on it and picked it up, “Took a Caucasian woman today who surrendered herself to me. I put her in my vehicle and asked her what she was doing at the night of this time. She said she was looking for me and expose my intentions. I told her my intentions and she replied with that she was part of investigating the underground workings of the elite sick ambitions. Dan popped up and he recognized Reba’s voice. They knew each other in the SIGHT forums. Since Dan was a medical doctor, I told Reba that he could fix her legs so I brought her to our base of operation.”.

The gun fight died out, and I dropped the note book, climbing the stairs quietly, out the door and observe the first floor. Dead FBI agents with bullet holes, the wall shredded with violence and a blast crater at the kitchen with appliances scattered around the house broken.

I sneaked around, looking for Reba, then hear sirens coming closer to the house hold. Then I heard Stafaker from the second floor said, “Okay, Reba take my rifle and fire at the cops, I’ll get more weaponry from our stash.”. I hide beside the stairs, waiting for Stafaker to come down. I knew I had to interrogate him to figure out who my parent was, considering that he was hunting us down. There is also the possibility that he may be lying about her. But if I greeted negatively, it just might prove his point.

I loosen my grip of my knives and took a deep breath, I heard the footsteps and Stafaker came out and ran past me without noticing me. I said nervously, “I am here to help, I’m Reba friend.”. Stafaker stop in place and turned around with his brown eye wide open with befuddlement.