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Sammy shot out of bed, his body aching. Unfortunately, it wasn't due to the with drawl. The disease was starting to affect his bones. He instantly grabbed the rabbit's throat and pinned her against a wall, "Where the hell did you find that phone?!"

She was nervous and terrified, but the look in her eyes removed all doubt. She was innocent, "I found it in your coat! I swear! Please, don't hurt me!" He let her go then took a second look at the phone. It was clearly something made by the agency he used to work for since it received the code.

Sammy sighed, "At least I still have some allies. Normally, they would just kill me. I got a warning. Lucky me." With a grunt, he picked up his things and left the home. If he smoked another cigarette, the pain would be gone and he would feel a thousand times better. However, the withdrawal would hit him like a ton of bricks. He decided to just walk it off, hoping nothing too serious happens. Something he learned from some military contacts: Hope for the best, plan for the worst. Unfortunately, his plans would be useless. His bones hurt, the EB-666 had about six more hours until it becomes safe to use again, and his vision was blurry. A child armed with a knife could take him with the element of surprise.

The streets were lit up by the neon signs and crappy road lights. He could feel someone holding him up, keeping him on his feet, but he ignored it and kept moving. Suddenly, a glimmer of light on a rooftop caught his attention. Without stopping to see what it was, he took cover in a back alley just in time. The sidewalk exploded when the bullet hit it. "Damn, seems I have many more enemies than allies. This is gonna be fun." His knees cried out in pain, but it was nothing he couldn't brush off. He ran down the alley with a limp until he came to an outlet, where he saw yet another glimmer. This time, he had a plan. He jumped from wall to wall, slowly climbing the two neighboring buildings as the bullets went flying by his head. When he reached the roof, he pulled out his silenced 9mm and ducked behind a chimney. He was able to make out a reflection of the sniper's nest by looking into a water puddle. Sammy took in a few deep breaths, then in a second he turned, aimed at the sniper, and shot one time. There was no more glimmer.

However, there was at least one more, probably two since that was usually how the agency worked. Have a triangle around the area to close off any exits and pick off the target when the opportunity arose. Sammy smiled since he knew everything, and was the teacher for most of the agency. It was so easy, he decided to make it his goal to take all of them out.

Unfortunately, the only way to find their hidden positions was either walking out in the open and hoping for the best, or hoping the one he killed had some sort of information on him. it was worth a shot, so Sammy climbed down the fire escape and cautiously made his way to the other building. Every step was agonizing. He climbed up that fire escape and found the sniper. He was still alive, but barely. His armor was not that of the agency's, but it was similar. They hired a contractor to take him out. Apparently Sammy still had many allies. He went to check the dying dog's body when he reached up and grabbed his shirt. Sammy was about to pull out his gun, but stopped when the dog took off his helmet. Of course, Sammy then knew it was a girl.

"You... you you are the one they call the Right Hand of God, aren't you?" her voice trembled.

Sammy sighed, "I haven't heard that in a while, but I guess I was called that at one time. You look like you want to ask me something."

She was getting very pale, "Y-yes. They... they killed... killed my family. Disguise... get close to you... ask you for help."

"Well," Sammy rubbed his chin, "most people just come up to me and ask. Shooting at me with a high powered rifle is a new one. Hurry, before you die."

Her head went limp, "Kill... Drakoth. Kill... murderer..." then she was no more. Drakoth was the leader of the agency Sammy once belonged to. He was ruthless, and would kill a target just as quickly as he would kill a member of his own family. Sammy had his eyes on him for a while, and often thought about the different ways to kill him. Since he was diagnosed with the disease, he has chosen his methods.

"I'm gonna die anyway, why not take a few more to hell with me? Hmm... only problem is that I helped secure headquarters. Not even I could sneak in. Heh, this is gonna be a fun day after all." He left the body of the sniper on the roof as he dropped to the ground twenty feet down. He had a natural high, and didn't even notice the pain in his leg.

A click, and Sammy turned around. It was her, the assassin codenamed Psycho Bitch. The one who had helped him earlier. She was pointing a gun at his head. There were visible tears in her eyes, but her hand did not shake. Drakath knew things before most people could speak, so obviously he would know that someone wanted to hire Sammy to kill him. This was his response, "I'm sorry." she said as she pulled the trigger.

It felt as though a brick had hit him in the head, but there was no pain. The sky swirled above him as he hit the pavement. The bullet went directly into his brain, but he didn't die. Something was keeping him alive, and it wasn't the EB-666.

His vision blurred and he went back to the brightly lit room, with the two white wicker chairs with a tiny table in between. Just like before, he sat in one, and hoped with all his might that Karma would come back. She did and had her light-hearted smile on her beautiful face. She sat down and just stared at Sammy. "Now is not your time."

"Yeah, I know. But there isn't much I can do now, is there? I don't have any real options open to me. Last I checked there was a bullet in my brain. You have any ideas?" He was stressed out, but not angry. Any time she was around, he practically melted and became harmless.

"You must open it. The gift I gave to you before I died. Inside is everything you will need to finish your final mission. But first, you must not fear your own creation. Embrace it, use it as a weapon. You are not it's tool, but it is your tool. I remember you telling me that when you die, it will be by your own hand. I... I don't want you to join me, because that will mean your death, but it will bring us together once again. You never were one for abandoning a request." she smiled as Karma and the room faded away. She was right, EB-666 was very dangerous, but he was about to die anyway, so there was no risk.

He woke up n the pavement and just laughed. He could tell that she was still standing there with the gun in her hand, and forced himself to his feet. He stumbled, and felt like a zombie. She was terrified, and shot three more times into his chest. However, Sammy stayed on his feet and laughed even harder. "Why? Why aren't you dead?!"

Sammy was still laughing, "I still have some things I need to do. If you'll excuse me." he bowed and twirled his hand, trying to act fancy. She shot him five more times, emptying her clip. Sammy pulled out a different case than before, and inside were two syringes filed with a green liquid. He pulled one out, put the case away, the injected himself. His wounds healed instantaneously, and the bullets fell out of his body. "I only have a few hours left, so I'm gonna use them to the fullest. Get in my way again, and I'll kill you as warm up."

She was scared, but stood firm, "No. I will kill you. I do not fail my missions. Even when I had to kill Karma, I didn't-"

"What?"

"Uh, nothing. Forget I said anything."

Sammy heard her clearly, but wanted her to admit it again. There went her first and only chance of living. She was going to die. "Heh, say hello to Drakath when I send him to you!" he growled. Sammy charged at her, the injection of concentrated EB-666 making him into a super powered being. She fired blindly at him, but the bullets moved slowly and were easy to dodge. When he was face-to-face with her, he grabbed her throat and lifted her off of the ground. She squirmed and screamed, but this did not alter Sammy's plans.

"You took from me the only one who ever made me happy. You killed her knowing that we were close. I won't kill you quickly, I'm going to watch you suffer." She opened her mouth, but there was no sound. In fact, there was no sound coming from anywhere. He was focused on this demon. Hands came into view and tried to pull her away from Sammy's grasp, but to no avail. He was sure that they were hitting him on the back, but he felt nothing. This wasn't EB-666, and this wasn't the disease. It was a combination. According to the doctor, his last moments would be serene. The EB-666 injection concentrated him enough so that he could focus. He had less than an hour left to live.

He smiled at her, then said, "Sorry, but I haven't got all day." he twitched his ear then flicked his wrist, snapping her neck. Sammy turned and pushed through the people now crowding the alley way. There were two police cars at the end, with four officers pointing their guns at him. He couldn't hear their demands, or even the sirens. "I haven't got time to play!" for some reason, he could still hear his voice. He pulled out his pistol and shot each officer in the arm. Nothing fatal, but enough to make them give up. He reached one of their cars and hopped in. He revved the engine once, then shot forward. There were red lights and traffic up ahead, but that didn't slow him down. He popped up on the sidewalk and mowed down everything in his path.

He was going to die, but not without finishing up his request. There was no reward, no glory, but he didn't care. He had no intention of asking for those. However, he wanted to see Drakath's face twisted in pain before he went. He was the one who ordered Karma's death. He was the one responsible for his depression. It was kind of funny, as Drakath wanted the EB-666 so it could be modified for daily use. Unfortunately, he killed the only one Sammy cared about, effectively destroying any hope of getting the formula. Sammy laughed at the thought, then ran into a police blockade no more than three hundred yards from Drakath's mansion.

Everyone knew that he had the police in his pocket, but this was overkill. There were four standard cars, two SWAT vans, and a helicopter. Every one of them was wearing body armor and had some sort of rifle. They were yelling out something, but Sammy couldn't hear anything. He just stepped on the gas and drove head first into the crowd. He knew he was going to survive, but they didn't have a chance. No mindless slave was going to stand in his way, and he made that a point. He slammed through the center of the blockade, easily killing ten cops and destroying both his car and two of theirs. He jumped out and started running towards the mansion as fast as he could. It was going to end here.