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usually never have guns. Part of my training was to research everything about you, and you never brandish guns.”
    I liked the expression on his face that I have forced upon him. I’d thrown him off his normal comfortable level. Exactly what I wanted to do. I smiled and scoffed. “I contemporized. You should always expect the unexpected, you monster.”
    I didn’t hesitate in the least, and I fired repeatedly at the Hybrid Bounty Hunter, but it was inhumanly quick and dodged every bullet, then jumped over the bar top for cover. He hopped up and returned fire with his .45 caliber Ruger, but I was already at his side with my friend, my sword, at his neck.
    “You’re good, Harvey.”
    I decided he has talked too much, so I lopped off his head, and it bounced down the bar top and plopped onto the disgusting linoleum floor. I walked over to it, stood over the head, and looked into its blinking eyes.
    “Good? The best.” I pulled out my CB. “We need a Cleanup Crew at the Fourth Avenue bar.”
    I lit up a cigarette and deeply inhaled.

L ater, back at my apartment, I sat on the toilet with my injured leg draped over the bathtub’s edge and dressed my bullet wound. Then, my slash wounds to my chest. Then, my shoulder. After tending to my wounds, I cleaned and sharpened my sword on the couch. I’d be lying if I told you I never think about retiring. But I don’t think I want that one-way ticket to the After, which is required when you do retire. I kind of like it in the Here. Besides, Harvesting is all I know, and I vowed that I would not retire until I bring in Vega or kill him if I have to. I heard a sliding noise and I already knew what it is. I peered over to the door and saw a red envelope lying on the floor.
    Hmm, a red envelope , I thought to myself. This could only mean one of two things. I walked over and picked up the envelope and ripped it open.
    One, we’re on high alert because a full-scale war with the Underwold is imminent. I pulled out the file and read it, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile. Two, new information on Vega has been found. I saw a photo of Vega with info under it.
    Why’d you resurface here of all places, Vega? Whad’ya up to?
    Later that night, I got word from headquarters that Vega brutally murdered seven Harvesters. Harvester Agent number 3369 is the sole survivor of eight Harvesters sent to track Vega when he was first spotted arriving back in town. Vega knew of their presence before they could even react and he took ’em out. The sole survivor lay in a hospital bed and was interviewed by two of the Agency’s representatives, who took notes on the incident and anything he could remember. I heard that his ears were missing and all his hair was burned off. He was lucky to be alive. Well, you know what I mean. Still in the Here. Vega had definitely gained strength and power since our last encounter twenty years ago. Hmm, I would have to rethink my battle plan. With that said, I flipped through the Agency’s new weapons catalog. There were some very impressive new weaponry I saw and I wanted them all. Some sort of acid fluid dripped onto my catalog, burned through it and then my table.
    I’m boggled.
    “What the—”
    I looked up to the ceiling and saw a human-looking woman mixed with a spider. This startled me and I snatched my sword. It scurried across the ceiling and vanished down my hallway with an evil laugh. I went on the defensive and remained very cautious as I maneuvered toward the hallway. She’s a Section 520 creature—dead humans experimented on and crossbred with an animal or insect.
    They’re very rare due to the Underworld’s experimentation process and success rate at making them. Definitely one of Vega’s soldiers sent to weaken me or if they get the chance kill me. I kept scanning everywhere as I moved into the hallway. I strategically moved to the end of the hallway and slowly entered the living room. Spider webs were shot at me and totally encapsulated