"My god it's good to see you buddy! How's everything been going so far?"

"Oh you know, same shit different day."

"Isn't that the truth hahah."

The two laugh with a hardy sound. They didn't care how loud they chuckled since it was only them in the small office space. The man looks over to the three masked individuals as he looks up and down at them.

"And I see you're with a new entourage. Tell me, are they cleared?"

"Oh they're more then cleared. You can take the masks off, he's okay. This guy is my buddy, Rick. the man I told you about before."

The three took their masks off as they were covered in sweat. They all looked as if they ran a marathon. All three took a moment to breath in the air, unfortunately, coughing from the poor quality they were used to back home. Nakoma steps in front of the man as she reaches her hand out for a greeting.

"How are you sir, my name is Nakoma. These two are my friends Hakan and Makya."

"Well I'm doing well, thank you for asking. So polite, how thoughtful. Usually people wearing those types of uniforms are the "react first ask questions later" type. I'm glad you're not one of those types."

Maxson interjects, "They're not who you think they are Ricky, they're not on Jackson side."

"Oh really? How are you so sure of that?"

"Please sir, were here to help. We heard you have something for us that is crucial for the safety of the people."

He stares at Nakoma as he studies her, trying to figure out her motive behind this. He sits on his desk and folds his arms.

"Why do all this then? You could be living a cozy life with Jackson but instead, you're risking your life and your friend's lives for what, an adventure? A thrill seeker? Just bored of life and want to live on the edge?"

"No that is not why I am doing this. The reason is because we were so sheltered from the outside world. I want to know where we came from. I want to learn more of this world and help the people who are in trouble. I don't want to live in luxury while there are others suffering on the streets. I want to know the truth on who Jackson really is."

He looks towards Maxson, and he nods in approval of her. "Well then, I guess that's good enough for me."

He stands up and walks towards a file cabinet. He opens the drawer as he carefully pulls out the entire drawer out. Inside the open drawer was a file hidden away from the rest. He sits down in his chair and hands the papers one by one as he explains them.

"These are receipts of large amounts of chemicals being shipped off to Catalina Island. They came from some prewar factory they just recently unearthed from rubble since a collapsed high rise was on top of the building. That place is swarming with guards now. I was just lucky enough to be on the logbook accounting for that section."

"Bertholite, sulfur mustard? Phosgene? Sarin? Cyclosarin? Ricky, what the hell am I even reading here?"

"That my friend are chemical war agents. You know, toxic gas. The old prewar building was called Montox Research. The study of chemical warfare. They've been grabbing supplies from that place like it was going out of style."

"No way... you're kidding...?"

"Nope, all of it was true. I even have proof of them already using it."

He pulls out several documents with photos of patients on them. It disturbed the whole group, Nakoma's stomach felt so nauseating. Hakan and Makya were trying not to puke of the photo being shown to them. The first pic was the face of a man with severe skin burns and blisters. Red swollen eyes and puss coming out. Another had excessive saliva mixed with blood and boils all over his body. Another picture had the same results, only this time it was on a child. The note on the documents said,

Test subject 7: Adolescent

Age: 10

Sex: Male

Ethnicity: Hispanic

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

First stage of contact with chemical C4H8Cl2S, the subject did not notice at first but began to experience excessive itching and coughing. Soon the subject began to lose vison after rubbing his eyes constantly. After severely minutes to constant exposure, small blisters began to form on the exposed areas of skin. After thirty minutes of constant exposure the subject began to asphyxiate clawing at his throat. Subject began to vomit with yellow like puss, possibly from the lungs being filled with fluid. After forty minutes of constant exposure, subject has ceased movement. Massive hives and blisters have formed on the subject's body, possibly containing the chemical agent for risk of exposure in the event if the subject were to be given medical aid.

Subject: DECEASED

Dispose with caution: Incineration recommended

"What in the actual fuck?!"

"I know, with so many chemical agents and the lab document, Jackson is planning something big. We need to act fast Maxson, we're running out of time."

Soon a large commotion was heard outside. People were running towards the center of the site with a large open area. They all looked out the window to see what was going on. A low rumble began bellowing from the sky. It began to get louder and soon a black hawk helicopter came into view. Landing in the center of the site.

"Ooooooh fuuuuuuuuck!" Rick yelled as he got closer to the window.

"What? What's wrong?" As Nakoma ask in a scared manner.

"That's freaking Jackson helicopter! Why the fuck is he here!"

The group began to sweat and put on their mask just in case. Maxson tucked the files inside his plate carrier as he signals the three of them to follow him. He thanked Rick and prayed for him to be safe. They ran towards the center of the site just as the helicopter landed. The doors swung open and armed men came out of the chopper. Slowly and gracefully came out Jackson as he took a large puff of his cigar and tossed it away to the side.

"Hello my fellow workers! How are we all doing this fine day today!"

The crowd softly answered as they all shook their head.

"I know what you're all thinking, why the big man came to your little humble abode. Well, I have some disheartening news. One of my personal guests was harmed, they were taken away but thankfully were brought back safely with minor injuries. However we cannot ignore such insolent behavior. This group, these terrorists, have plagued this great city for far too long. I want to make a statement for the record, if you threaten me or my people, I will be the one to find you personally. I am your judge, jury and executioner! Now where is Isaiah?"

The crowd was confused and looked around.

"Fuuuuck this is bad."

"What's wrong?" As Nakoma's muffled voice filtered through the mask.

"I know who's Isaiah. He was one of the people that captured you..."

She looked at Maxson with great shock and looked back at Jackson.

"Isaiah, come on out!"

Slowly a teen boy nervously walks from the crowd and stands before Jackson, sweating and grabbing his hat in a submissive stance.

"Y-yes sir..."

"Where were you two days ago?"

"I uh... I don't know what you mean sir I-"

"Are you fucking stupid? I said where were you two days ago?"

"I, I was... with my family. I got off work late that day and came home."

"Hmph, are you lying to me?"

" No! No sir, I would never lie. I swear!"

He nods and lets him know he believes him. Jackson turns around to go into the chopper but quickly turns and hits him in the head with a heavy iron wrench. The crowd gasped in horror and the teen cried out as he grabbed his head, bleeding excessively. Jackson grabs him by his shirt collar and drags him through the crowd heading towards one of the machineries. The crowd was horrified but they stepped out of his way. The teen pleaded for his life asking what he had done. Jackson lifted the teen up and brought him to a giant engine turbine that was chugging fast on the oil tower. The hot blazing desert sun mixed with the non stop chugging of the engine made the metal scorching hot. Enough to cook a whole meal on the steel.

"Wait please! Don't do this! I didn't do anything! I swear!"

The boy's face was tearing up and he was struggling to get away from the engine. Jacksons face was filled with anger and ignore the plea of his.

"Isaiah, you are charged with terrorism and the assault of a high ranking VIP."

"Please!!! I didn't do anything!!! I swear to you!!!"

Jacksons face was irritated and finally snapped. He smacks the teen's head against the hot metal of the engine and places his foot against his head forcing him on the machine. The teen screaming with a blood curdling cry as he tried to get away but couldn't. The sizzling was so loud it was almost as if someone was deep frying food. He tried to push himself off, but his bare hands burned as he tried to get away. His face becoming fused with the machine as he screams into the desert sun. The crowd looked away in sadness. The three of them looked at Jackson with such horror, such distain, just pure incomprehensible image of what they were seeing. Soon the teen's yells became softer and softer. Until finally, he became silent. The only sound that could be heard was the roaring engine and sizzling of the boy's face.

Jackson lets go of his foot off his head and turn towards the crowd.

"Any information of the terrorist organizations will be rewarded handsomely with their food rations tripled and pay increase. The crowed mumble and they all clapped slowly. Nakoma looked in horror as she turned toward Maxson. Maxson closed his eyes as he clenched his fist in anger. And she was furious as the last thing she saw from Jackson was a smug smirk as the crowd was applauding him.