Klone 666

Prolouge

Klone fixed his scope on his target, Trey Peterson. It was pretty hard to concentrate with all of this gunfire, and in such a small space to fire in. Why his employers told him to shoot him from an airvent in the first place he didn't know. Looking out from his scope he examined the miniature warehouse. The rebels managed to kill a an O.D.S.T. and drive another to suicide. That had been funny to Klone, he liked blood.

He finally took a shot at the Sergeant of the squad, and took his head off. Idiot shouldn't have took his head out of cover. The target ran out of cover, he shot and hit him in the abdomen. He quickly packed up and left the building. His employers had gave him a Mongoose to get to the building. He got on and sped off. Another easy 1,000. He looked up into the sky and was greeted with a fantastical view of the night sky. He looked back to the desert ahead and saw a man in a suit with a briefcase standing 10 feet away. He drove right through him. Klone looked back to find the man waving as if saying goodbye. Klone quickly sped off but was stopped by a gaping hole in the Earth. He stopped and looked down the hole.

"The Earth is a strange place isn't it?" said voice beside Klone.

Klone yelped and jumped back.

"Who are you?!" he asked frightened.

"I am a field agent for my employers... and I would like to extend you an offer from them, that you would probably want to take."



Chapter 1 Oct. 23, 2550

"Do you agree with the terms that if you sign this contract it is forever locked, and it can not be broken unless you die or are captured. Also singing this will take away your life, friends, family, and soul, you feel no emotion but pain and the sheer satisfaction of killing, do you understand and agree?"

"Yes" said Micheal.

"Good."

From the shadows a man handed him a paper contract, he signed it Micheal Thompson and handed it back to the man.

"Good, now here are your new identitys to get past various security personal," said the man handing him a box, "but your true name is now Klone 666. I look forward to seeing your work."

"But... what happens now?" asked Klone.

"You will be contacted by our associates." said the man walking off.

Klone was left there standing with a box in his hands and nowhere to go.



Chapter 2 Nov. 23, 2550

"Why you people sent me to kill a lonely man with no family, on his vacation, in hot, sweaty Africa I do not know." Klone said into his earpeice.

"Well because this is the only place where he will be alone at times, and not with hundreds of rebels guarding him, that's a job for some white cloaked moron who has a blade up his sleeve, now is he in his room yet?" said Olivia, his personal eye in the sky, well, more like eye in every single camera feed you can find or hack into.

Unfortunatly the rebels made the only camera in the room visible to them, and not anybody else.

Klone sighed, "I've been up for 2 days straight can I please sleep for 30 minutes?"

"No! If you sleep you might miss him." said Olivia.

"Geez you sound like my mom on one of the..." started Klone.

"You have no family now remember?" asked Olivia in a very condesending tone.

"Oh yeah, you're right."

"Is he there now?" Olivia asked again.

"No! He wasn't there a minute ago when you asked, he wasn't there a day ago when you asked , I'll tell you when he's there, oh crap."

"What?"

"He's there... with three rebels, they'll know that it came from this building."

"Take them all out." said Olivia.

"But they'll run out of the room if I do, come over here, kill everyone, and I don't think I can kill them all with a sniper rifle."

"I'll lock the doors, idiots forgot to make the door unhackable."

"Okay, taking the shot."

Klone fixed the scope over the target's head and fired, blowing up the target's head and hitting a rebel in the chest who happened to be behind him.

The shot rebel came out onto the balcony holding his chest. He fell over the edge onto a car, flattening the roof.

"Hope you have insurance" said Klone.

"He does, or did, that was target's car." laughed Olivia.

The other two rebels were standing in the middle of the room confused and worried. He shot them both in the head.

"Okay, transfering the money to your Greg Grant account. Now pach up and leave, we have a car for you outside, it's nice." said Olivia.

Klone packed up and left, taking the car and driving to the airport.

"Can't wait to get home," Klone said, still in the car, "have you been thinking about that date proposition?"

"No." answered Olivia.



Chapter 3 Dec. 18, 2550

"Okay, your target is Troy Manson, he is having a cocktail party at his house tonight and you will have to take him out with no alarms, once you kill him though you could walk out into the middle of the party and kill everybody for all we care, but don't because then I wouldn't have anyone to talk to if you die," Olivia told Klone through her earpeice, "and we did provide you with a motorcycle for a getaway, or a cool entrance if you can find a way."

"Nice to know I'd be missed," said Klone looking at a dirt ramp that lead over a wall next to two guardhouses, "and could you disable the two eastern guardhouse cameras for me?"

"Yeah, okay they're down, and hurry up the party ends in 30 minutes."

Klone got on the motorcycle and started it.

"Good," he thought, "silent as the night."

He gunned it at the ramp and flipped the motorcycle upside down, when he was right next to the guardhouses he pulled out his silenced pistols and fired, crossarmed, at both of the guards heads, each bullet hitting there mark.

"That was cool." said Olivia.

"How did you see it?" said Klone in a worried voice, "Did one of the cameras pick me up?"

"No, I put cameras on the front, back, and the sides of the motorcycle, and on the sides of your helmet." aswered Olivia.

"Any other cameras I need to know about? In my house?"

"No but that is a good idea, see my compitition at work." teased Olivia.

"What compitition, you won't even go out on a date with me!"

"And I'm still not going to."

"Aww just when I thought I had you."

"I tend to be a little slippery." Olivia laughed, "Now get to it, we have 15 minutes left."

Klone quickly changed into his suit, he needed to blend.

"Ooo you look nice in that suit." Olivia teased again.

"Stop talking I don't need distractions." whispered Klone.

"Whatever, I'll just sit back and watch the party and give you silent updates."

Klone walked around the party in search of the target. He spotted him walking into a room. He hastily followed. The room was a bathroom.

"Okay, occording to this you and the target are the only the only heat sigs in the room, you are safe to take him out, also there is a vent in there that takes you outside right near your motorcycle, oh and the target is in the third stall to your right.

Klone walked into the stall next to the target. He climbed up onto the the toilet and peeked over the edge. The target looked up and saw him.

"Guards!" he screamed, "Guards!"

Klone pulled out his pistol and put a round into the targets head.

He heard somebody walk in. The person ran to the stalls and started to kick them in. He got to Klone's and kicked in the door.

"Don't kill me! Please!" said Klone in an extremely worried voice.

The guard passed him of as a civilian, exactly what Klone wanted. The guard kicked open the target's stall to find him dead. He turned back towards the door to find Klone standing in front of him.

"Gullible is written on the ceiling." said Klone.

"Really?"

The guard looked up, Klone fired into the guards jugular, spraying blood all over Klone.

Bloody and tired, Klone climbed into the vent, came out the other side, climbed onto his motorcycle. He drove to the front gate, it opened automatically. He sped of.

"Good job, transfering 5,000 into Frank Hughes's account."

"Thank you." said Klone.



Chapter 4 Date Not Relevant

Klone awoke to a creek at his condo door. He quickly grabbed the gun from out from under his pillow and silently walked into his living room. There was a light on in the kitchen. He walked in, there was somebody at the refridgerator, they closed the door, leaving the room in darkness. Klone found the lightswitch and flipped it. The person was leaning on the counter in the middle of the room, facing away from him.

"Who are you and how did you get in here?" said Klone.

The person turned, it was a woman. She was beautiful, flowing brown hair, a stunning body, and the most gorgeous face Klone had ever seen.

Klone's mouth dropped slightly.

"What you don't recognize me?" siad the woman.

"Olivia?!" said Klone.

"Yes, took you long enough to figure it out." she said.

"I've never seen you before!" said Klone, still stunned by her, "I didn't know you were so... so."

"Hot?" she asked.

"Well to put it bluntly, yes." answered Klone, "What are you doing here?"

"Just checking up on you, seeing what your normal life is like."

"How did you get in?" Klone asked.

She crossed her arms and asked, "What? You don't think I can't pick locks without a computer?"

"Well you tend to." said Klone.

She took a bite out of the pickle she took from his fridge.

"Ooo, teasing me is see." said Klone.

She put her elbows on the counter and her chin in her hands, "No, I'm just hungry."

Klone did the same, "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Well fine then, aer you going to leave now so I can sleep?" he asked.

"Sure, just lead me out."

Klone led her to the door. She walked out and he shut the door behind her. Klone turned to walk back to his bedroom, but stopped. He turned back and opened the door to find Olivia still standing there with a her arms crossed and a smile on her face. She walked in and he shut the door behind her.



Chapter 5: Jan. 12 2551

Klone walked into the apartment building the target, Gregory Jones, was in.

"Okay, our guy is in room 454 on the top floor, he has a lot of guards on each floor, but lucky for us there are only 4 floors, but no elevators, just stairs. Just be careful," said Olivia.

"Careful? Really? Am I ever careful?"

"Shutup and get to it big boy"

Klone came to the the first corner of the hallway and took cover at the wall. He leaned out and saw four guards about three or so meters away. He leaned back and pulled out his SMG. Klone pulled a coin from his pocket and threw it around the corner. He heard the guards footsteps come towards him. He slid out of cover a fired a clip, tearing through the rebels easily. He got up and smoothly walked through the doorway leading to a staircase.

At the next floor the stairs stopped, he carefully approched the door and looked through the small pane of glass in the door and saw a guard facing the other way on the other side, good. He bashed in the door, knocking the guard to the floor, Klone pulled out his silenced pistol and shot the guard in the back of the head.

He rounded a corner to find three guards facing away from him. He pulled his silenced SMG from it's holster and aimed at the first guards head, he fired and he moved down the row, keeping the trigger pulled the whole time. Klone had practically painted the wall with blood and brains.

The rest of the trip up was pretty much the same, killing the guards easily. He got to the target's room, he pulled out his pistol and kicked open the door. He found the target cowering in fear in the bedroom. He carefully walked towards him. When Klone was about a foot away when the target jumped up at him and hit Klone's gun away. Klone puched him in the nose and the target recoiled, eventually leaning against a window the size of a wall.

Klone picked up his gun and shot the target in the head, beaking the window beind him in the process, he fell through it and landed on a car.

"Ow, hope he had insurance," said Olivia, "good job by the way, you now have, lets just say a lot more money then you did ten seconds ago, in your Greg Grant account. Now get home big boy, I'm waiting."



Chapter 6: Jan. 13, 2551

Klone quickly walked up to the front door of his condo, he was really tired. He couldn't sleep on the ride home. There was something stopping him, something was wrong, he knew it.

He approched the front door carefully, he noticed it was cracked.

"Good," thought Klone, "Olivia is here, she should put my worries to rest."

"Olivia, where are you?" called out Klone.

No answer.

"Olivia?"

There was a light coming from the kitchen. He walked in and the light went out. "Olivia? Are you in here?"

He flicked the light switch, a man was holding Olivia with a gun to her head near the fridge.

"Olivia!" he started to walk towards her.

The man cut him off, "Stop!" he yelled, "Don't move and you both get out of here alive."

"What do you want?" asked Klone in a worried voice.

"I want to know everything about your agency," said the man.

"I don't know anything about them, they just pay me to kill people, that's it."

"Yeah right, tell me."

"I don't know anything! Ask her!"

"I already did, she wasn't that cooperative though."

"Listen, just let her go and she'll tell you everything she knows."

"Sure, you'll just shoot me as soon as I let her go."

"No, I don't even have a gun, if I did, you would be dead already."

"That's it! She's dead!"

The man started to pull the trigger slowly.

"NOO!!!!!" screamed Klone.

The man let go of Olivia. He fell backwards but caught his balance mid-fall. He started to twitch rapidly. Klone fell to the ground, holding his head. His head felt like it was being dipped in molten lava. He looked up to see Olivia standing above him.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

He got up, "Yeah, I'm good."

They looked back and saw the man had started to twitch even more rapidly. He stopped.

"YOU SON OF A BI..." he started to yell out, but he completly blew up, covering Klone and Olivia in blood.

"What... what just happened?!" asked Olivia in a terrified voice.

"I don't know," said Klone, equally terrified.

Klone didn't know what happened, but he felt a lot better after the man had blown up, like a weight lifteed off of his shoulders, and it wasn't the fact he had Olivia back. It was so strange.

"Come on," he said to Olivia, pulling her towards the shower, "let's get cleaned up."

They walked off to the bathroom.

Little to their knowledge, a man in a black suit with a breifcase, had just jumped off the roof of the building oppisite the street from them. And survived.

Chapter 7: Jan. 30, 2551, Courtesy of Second Lt. Kyle Bradley

"This one will be easy for you, I mean how hard is it to assinate the leader of the UNSCDF while he's resting from a speech," Olivia said over Klone's private COM earpeice.

"You sure?" said Klone as he put on UNSC Marine regulation Officer Clothing.

"I'm sure of it," she replied.

"Okay Olivia, how I'm I getting there."

"Look outside, Darling."

Klone looked out the window while he was adjusting his Officer Cap. He saw a Lango Xg876 Street Car sitting out there in the darkness of night.

"Thanks," said Klone said.

"Your welcome," Olivia said.

Klone got in the Lango and sped off towards the meeting that was happening in Hotel Holun. When he arrived, he pulled up and let the parkie take over. Klone walked up, holding his breifcase and entered the building. The lounge had more guards then expected.

"Olivia, were do I go from here?"

"Go up the stairs and to the left. Their should be a door guarded by three marines. Show them the fake ID and move up the private elevater from there, move down the hallway and the target is in his room to the right," Olivia said.

Klone moved up the stairs and to his left. He walked, breifcase in hand, to the elevater and was stopped by a guard.

"I'd like to see some ID," he said.

Klone gave the fake ID to the guard and the guard slide it through a moblie scanner. It made a beep sound and lit up green.

"Okay, everything checks out, Colonel Wallace," he said and handed Klone back his idea.

Klone nodded and took it from his hands. He procceded to the elevator and closed the doors. He then hit the Two-hundredth floor button.

"Oliva, are the camera's down?" Klone asked.

"Hold on....now their down, replacing images to still points," she replied.

Klone unlocked the breifcase and withdrew his Silenced M6G, Foam explosives, a cable gun, and a Silenced SMG. He holstered the M6G, placed the cable gun on a strap on his back, and the explosives in his pocket. When the door opened, Klone strooded down the hallway.

"I'm on the floor now, Olivia. Do it."

Klone's Lango started to to move from its parked position via Olivia's romote controller. It started down the main parking lot in front of the building, and then swirved off the road and head towards the Front Door. Two guards barely leaped out of the way in time. As the car broke through the glass doors, it stopped in the middle of the lounge. Olivia pressed a red button on the controller. An enormous explosion rocked the building. Seven out of the nine guards ran towards the elevater and headed down. Klone walked up to one of the guards. About three minutes later, Oliva cut the power.

"S-sir, do you know what's happening," the guard asked.

"Yes, I do. And you'll find out," Klone said as he unholstered his silenced M6G and fired into the marines heart area.

The other guard fumbled for his magnum, but Klone fired and hit the marine in the face. Klone then applied the foam explosives to the door. He stepped back four feet and detonated it. Klone sprinted in the room. As the smoked cleared, Klone saw three people: His target, his top adviser, and another guard. Klone shot and killed the guard and the adviser.

"Coming in now, you get a bonus if you take him alive," Olivia said.

"Got'cha," said Klone.

As the man stuttered and shouting, Klone walked up and knocked him out bi hitting his head with the butt of his M6G. Klone then walked out onto the deck, dragging the knocked out man and attached him to the rope of the cable gun and then Klone himself did. Klone fired it at the roof ten stories above them and repelled up. When Klone arrived at the roof, he unstrapped the man and himself and placed him in the waiting pelican.

"Don't worry, Honey. The pelican is registered as helping hurt civilins out of the building. They won't suspect anything. Plus, it comes with a pilot too," Olivia said.

Klone walked into the pelican and tossed the man in. The hatch closed and the pelican sped off, under the cover of darkness.

"Transfering One-hundred-Million dollars to your Greg Grant account now," Olivia said.

"That is alot of money," the pilot shouted back to Klone.

"Tell me about it," Klone said back.



Chapter 8: Mar. 01, 2551

"Wow, this place is really nice, how did you get reservations here?" asked Olivia, looking around the restaurant.

"Well when you have 100,000,000 dollars to through aound, you can do and get just about anything," said Klone.

A waiter came to the table with their food.

"Thank you," said Klone.

The waiter walked away.

"How come I haven't got any jobs recently? It's been almost a month?" asked Klone.

"I don't know, maybe they're mad at you," laughed Olivia, she stopped though after her gaze shifted to the front door, "oh **it."

"What?" asked Klone, starting to look back.

"Don't!" said Olivia, "It's another assassin."

"What? You've dated him before too?"

"No, he works for another company, he's most likely here for you. But if we, well you, kill him, you'll probably get some money." said Olivia, a smile starting on her face.

"All right then, let's do th..." started Klone, but was cut off by a gunshot.

He looked back to see a waiter drop dead, and the assassin holding a gun. The assassin's eyes fell on Klone.

"Oh crap," said Klone, kicking over the table, "okay, when I say go, you run okay?"

"Yeah," answered Olivia.

"Okay, three, two, one, GO!!" yelled Klone, pulling out his pistol.

Olivia ran ahead of Klone while he gave supressive fire with the pistol. The assassin fired back from behind a table. Klone and Olivia made it out of the restaurant. Klone ushered Olivia towards his car quickly. The assassin came out of the building just in time to see them speed off. He got in his own car and quickly gave chase.

"Whew, we don't get any money, but at least we don't die," said Klone.

"Um... baby there is a problem with that," said Olivia, looking out the window.

"What?!" said Klone in an irritated voice.

"He's right behind us."

"Crap, well, let's test his driving skills eh?"

Klone sped up, weaving flawlessly through traffic. The assassin, not so much.

"Good, we know he can't drive," said Klone, passing a Dead End, "but does he have good reflexes?"

Klone quickly stopped about 20 feet away from the bushes marking the dead end. Soon after, the assassin sped around the corner, too fast. He tried to stop but it was too late. he drove right through the brush and himself and the car fell to the rocks below.

Klone and Olivia got out of the car and looked over the edge. They saw a blown up car and a dead body impaled by a sharp rock.

"Must have jumped out before it crashed," said Olivia.

"He puts the "dead" in dead end," laughed Klone.

Olivia turned to him and crossed her arms.

"What?" asked Klone.

She walked back to the car.

"What?!" asked Klone again, starting to walk back to the car himself.



Chapter 9: Jun. 17, 2551

Klone walked carefully along the outside edge of the 24th floor of his target's building.

"Ha, you okay?" asked Olivia.

"Now that you asked, no, it's kinda hard to talk and walk on the outside edge of the 24th floor of a bulding you know?"

"No, I don't know, because I'm not the one walking and talking on the outside edge of the 24th floor of a building," said Olivia.

"Shutup."

"You know..." sarted Olivia.

"This isn't the best time to fight," said Klone.

"Yeah, your right, well just hurry up."

Klone got to the window of the target's suite and looked inside, he saw a guard inside a doorway facing away from him. Klone got to work cutting a hole in the window. He quickly finished and climbed through, making sure not to make any noise.

He got inside, crouched, and walked towards the guard. Klone stepped on a magazine, making a small amount of noise. He hoped the guard didn't hear, he did. Luckily Klone was in the dark and the guard couldn't see him. As the guard walked by Klone he snapped his neck, the guard dropped heavily to the floor.

"Mike? Dave stay here, I'll check it out," somebody said from the next room.

Klone quickly dragged the body to a hiding place. A guard entered the room and carefully searched around. Klone shot him in the head.

"What the? Boss, we got a problem," said another voice from the next room.

Klone ran in and shot him in the head too.

Klone searched the rooms until he found the target. He was on the floor head in his hands.

"Please don't kill me," he begged, "I have so much to live for."

"I'm getting paid for this, " said Klone, "and if I don't kill you, my bosses kill me, and I don't get paid, double whammy."

"**ck you! You'll die!"

"Yeah, most people die, I don't need you to tell me."

Klone shot him in the head.

"Alright, extraction is waiting by the window you came in at. I'll tell you how much money you got when you get home," said Olivia.

Klone walked back into the room he came in at, he calmly walked towards the window the pelican was in front of and shot it out. Smoothly, he walked in and sat down.

"Well that was less dramatic than usual," said the pilot.

"Just get me home," laughed Klone.



Chapter 10: April 1, 2552

"So, your a field agent for your employers, the Vinions, and you go around giving contracts to certain people?" asked Klone

"Yes, and my employers want your... talents very much, and are willing to give away some very helpful things," said the Vinion field agent.

"What things?" asked Klone curiously.

"Read the contract," said the Vinion.

Klone's eyes popped open.

"Am I reading this right?!" asked Klone.

"Yes, you get 500,000,000,000 dollars."

Klone stumbled backwords, almost falling in the giant hole.

"Who do you want me to kill?" asked Klone, regaining his balance.

"A man named David Burns, I will tell you his location when the time is right, but for now, I have some buisness with our friend Mr. Peterson," he said, cocking his head towards the builing in the distance.

"Well what do I do until then?" asked Klone.

"Just... wait with Olivia," said the Vinion, walking off.

Klone turned away, but then he turned back, about to ask how he knew Olivia, but the Vinion was gone.



Chapter 11: Unknown

Klone walked into David Burns's house. Klone thought there was something strange about this kill, there were no guards, it seemed that the target wasn't even important to anybody. Well if it paid, Klone would do it.

Klone started to search the rooms, searching for the target, and hidden guards. There weren't any guards. Klone came to the only room he hadn't searched yet.

He kicked it open, expecting to find the target, but it was empty, nothing.

"This is weird," thought Klone, "you'd think an alien race would be able to get information like where somebody is.

Klone started to leave, but something caught his eye, something with a timer, a bomb.

"*hit!" yelled Klone, and he ran, hoping to get away.

He ran into the living room, only to find the target standing there, a cigar in his mouth.

"Where did you come from?!" said Klone, startled.

"I snuck around you, I knew somebody would come after me, I knew it, but now you are going to die with me," he said.

"Son of a **tch!"

Klone shot him in the head.

"At least you die first," said Klone.

Klone prayed, even though he knew where he was going.

"Good job," said a familiar voice, "you have the money split in your fake accounts."

"What the," said Klone opening his eyes.

Klone saw the Vinion from before.

"Well, you have 15 seconds left, you want to say something?" asked the Vinion.

"Tell Olivia I love her."

"How about you tell her yourself."

Klone and the Vinion vanished just as the bomb went off.



Chapter 12: Jun. 19, 2552

Klone and Olivia were having dinner at Klone's apartment.

"I love you," Klone told Olivia.

"I love you too."

Klone kissed her.

Olivia laughed.

"Why did you laugh? I'm being serious here!"

"I don't know," said Olivia, now cracking up, "Klone, I have something to tell you."

"What?" asked Klone

"I'm..." started Olivia, but a knock on the door stopped her.

"I got it," said Klone, getting up fom the table, "hold that thought."

"Pregnant," continued Olivia, after Klone left the room.

Klone opened the door, revealing a man in a suit.

"Are you Klone 666?" he asked.

"Yes, why?"

"What's going on?" asked Olivia, walking into the room.

"Klone 666, you have broken Section 24-A of your contract, let me read. You shall not have any family, if in a case where you do have family, you or them shall be killed and this contract will be broken," the man said.

Klone and Olivia looked at him in disbelief.

"But I don't have any family," said Klone after a long pause.

"Yes you do, I'm pregnant," said Olivia.

"Exactly," said the man, "so, who is dying, you or Olivia and the baby."

"Me," said Klone without even thinking.

"No! Let me go!" said Olivia.

"No! You have the rest of your life, I'd probably die on one of my jobs."

Tears welled up in Olivia's eyes.

"So you are dying?" asked the man, pointing towards Klone.

"Yes."

"Okay, come with me."

Klone put his hands on Olivia's cheeks, "Listen, can you you do something for me?"

Olivia nodded.

"Don't cry, I need you not to cry, don't miss me."

Olivia nodded again.

Klone stood up and turned to the man, "Let's go."

Klone walked out with the man and got in the car.

Olivia fell to her knees. She didn't cry. She couldn't.



Epilogue: Nine months later

Olivia held her baby in one hand and cooked with the other.

A knock at the door interrupted her.

She put the baby down, "Now stay here! Don't crawl off."

She opened the door to find a man standing there with a bushel of roses.

"Hi," he said.

Olivia's legs buckled at the sight of him.

Klone caught her and pulled her back up.

"Is it really you?" she asked.

"Yes, did you cry when I left?"

"No."

"Did you miss me?"

Olivia thought for a second, "Yes."

Klone laughed and hugged her.

"Well this is going better than expected," said Klone.

"What did you expect?" asked Olivia.

"One, you had a heart attack, two, you threw me to the ground and made out with me."

"Well I can make out with you later, and in fact, my heart is very healthy," laughed Olivia.

Klone laughed too, "How's the baby?"

"Fine, and why didn't you die?"

"Oh, they had e do one last thing for them," said Klone.

"What?"

"Oh, just kill an old friend," said Klone, starting to smile.

Meanwhile on the Vinion's home planet, a Vinion named Kyle Bradley is reading a newspaper

"What?!" he yelled, standing up from the bench he had been sitting on, "The son of a **tch killed our best field agent?!"



THE END