Aaron Gold sat down snuggling himself into his couch. His white pajama slacks around his body. He picked up the buttons flipping on the TV, watching the latest soap-opera. Daniel's Retreat, was a classic, in Aaron's book, it came on every Friday night at six. The billionaire cracked open a beer as he took a slow sip.

His feet moved slowly across his nice white rug. His brown eyes relaxed as he leaned his arms over his black couch. His face showed signs of a beard growing, he had forgotten to shave that morning, and told himself he would do it tomorrow. The man licked his lips as he turned the TV's volume up. He took another sip of his beer as his phone rang. He took a close look, before turning his head, back to the TV screen.

"Mr. Gold, a man named Abel Issachar his here to see you," The receptionist said, behind Mr. Gold.

"Tell him I'm busy. And Leica, aren't you supposed to be at the front desk? Mr. Gold inquired tilting his head, but not letting his eyes, leave the screen.

"I am sir. But situation calls for this." The receptionist replied.

"And what the heeee..." Mr. Gold stopped glancing back to find a tall and bulky man holding a gun to Leica's head.

"You can go now sweet heart." The Polynesian colored man said, releasing the women from his grasp.

The man had a scar running down his right eye, across his nose at an angle, until it suddenly ran a straight line to his jaw line. His grey eyes showed amusement, as he adjusted his stance. His muscles seemed to rip from his body, with the black tank top. A tribal tattoo ran down his arm, marking him as an assassin of Ka-Kadocsh. Mr. Gold slowly got up out of his seat, moving his head to the side, looking at the assassin with the corner of his eyes.

"No, you know me, just not my face. You met with my... associate." Abel replied smiling, "I' m Abel Issachar.

"I don't suppose this is about the time reactor?" Aaron said, lowering his head, with squinted eyes.

The harmless looking man smiled even wider, "So you know why I'm here?"

"Look, Mr. Issachar, I've only had a week to work on the thing. Your employer should be happy, even if Kane Reuben isn't dead; he's out of his hair." Mr. Gold replied.

Abel's face went slack, and dark in seconds, "This is more of a personal vendetta."

"Look, I don't know what you have against the man, but is it really so important that you couldn't give me at least a month to work on it?" Aaron said.

Abel laughed, "You just don't understand."

Aaron sat quietly as the man paused.

"He killed my brother!" Abel yelled, "He was one of us! He betrayed us! It not so petty is it."

"I never said it was petty." Aaron said, holding his hands up, for protection.

Abel took a step forward, kicking the sofa over, as Mr. Gold flew down, hitting the floor. Aaron starred up, looking the anger man's face. Abel tightened his jaw, lifting the worm by his throat. Mr. Gold was just that, a worm, at least to hardened assassin.

"You know how we trained?" Abel said slamming Aaron against the nice glass windows, "Hmm?"

"I only heard rumors." Aaron coughed.

"Their true, they beat little boys to death, those lucky to survive get names." Abel said.

"I just need a little more time!" Aaron choked out.

Abel dropped the man to his feet.

"Let's make ourselves clear. My father has no need for you anymore; he could care less if I kill you. And if you haven't finished your little project by Sunday next week, I will throw you out that window. Are we clear?" Abel smirked.

Aaron was amazed that the man could look so friendly.

"Yeah...We're clear." Aaron stuttered, rubbing his throat.

"Good" Abel said his smirk whipped of his face.

Abel walked away, placing his palm on the scanner to open the door. The metallic door slid open, revealing dead security on the floor. The heavy set man continued walking down the Hall as he glanced at the blood stained floor, shaking his head. He thought it a shame that these men were wasted, simple because they refused to let him in. Abel's chauffeur glanced at him as he approached.

"Sir, I've finished my work, may I take you to Adam now?" The chauffeur asked.

"That would be lovely, thank you, Graham." Abel replied, walking beside the well-dressed man.

Graham wore a suit, with a classic pocket watch tucked into his vest underneath. His grey hair grew just around the top of his head, leaving him with a bald spot, quit young for his age, he was only sixty. His small chin jut out of from his head, and his nose came down like a crow's beak. His cheek bones were high, and pronounced, and he carried the hand gun comfortably by his waste.

Once in the vehicle it took only minutes before the reached their destination. Abel mostly starred out his window as they drove. The sky scrapers reached into the dark midnight skies, few, yet some lights shinning down on the population below. The streets had guard rales, running up a story, like a transparent warped wall. Steel stairs came over the traffic walls, as pedestrians, walked over a platform to avoid traffic. Policing probes flew through the sky, checking for any illegal indulgences. Abel remembered looking out the window as a small child, the only comfort he had, as he was beaten, and formed into the warrior and assassin he was now. It still gave him the same comfort today, as grown man. He remembered his once good friend Kane, his older brother, and how he uses to sit beside him, as father Adam drove the car.

"We're here Sir" Graham announced.

"Thank you" Abel said, "Wait here."

Abel slammed the hover car's door behind him as he walked to the door. Throwing on his black trench coat, the man walked through the front door. He cracked his neck as two other men watched him. Abel showed them his tattoo, before they let him into the elevator shaft. The tattoo was, after all their right of passage.

Abel crossed his hands behind his back as he waited in the elevator shaft, a mannerism Adam had taught them all to do. He was after all, part of the Tribe Project. Kane was the first and strongest out of them all, being the first born of Adam. Adam Abram was the man responsible for their diverse and unique skill set. Even though Abel was the second, and the second to Kane, he wanted to prove Adam Abram wrong, that he was the strongest.

The elevator finished its scanning process, as it teleported Kane to the top floor. Kane stepped forward, lifting his shoulders in the air before relaxing.

"Are you still serious about hunting your brother down?" The voice said, as Abel entered the room.

The room was filled with nine men, ten counting Abel. They were missing two, Kane, and Seth, both either dead, or presumed so. The room's lighting came from the floor, leaving as shadow to one edge of the room. A man behind a chair breathed deeply, awaiting Abel's answer.

"He's no brother of mine, anymore." Abel commented with hate.

"Now, now Abel, a wayward child is still a son of his father. As such, a wayward brother is still a brother." The old voice commented.

Abel walked forward, as the men, stood there quietly, in a semi-circle around the shadowed desk. The semi-circle was complete once Abel took his position beside his brothers.

"Regardless father, he is still a traitor, and needs to be killed." Abel said with hate in his voice.

"No, he has already been caste out, dealt with." The voice replied, as the man turned his chair around.

Adam Abram was a tall man with a nicely groomed, grey beard. His hair was combed back, as he started to bald in the front of his forehead. The man's pail, purple eyes seemed to give a hollow, dread glare. His hands came up, holding his head by his chin as he leaned against his desk. Every man tensed like a military drill upon seeing the elderly figure.

"Boys, what's your opinion?" Adam Abram said, opening the discussion.

"Father, I think we should hunt down Kane also." A lean man said, with dark features.

Abel knew the man; he was one of the twelve. His name was Lex Levi, and was rather bold compared to the rest of the group. Abel knew him well, but was, and always had been closest to Seth and Kane. His ruff beard covered just his jaw line, making his brown eyes pop out.

"I agree father with both Abel and Lex." Another voice said, "He killed Seth, we should return the favor. He may be our brother but now he is our enemy."

"How about the rest of you can you not speak?" Adam Abram said venomously.

"I think I speak for the rest of my brothers, when I say, that we are no longer interested in hunting Kane. Kane has been, as we know, sent to the past. What he has altered hasn't affected us in any way. I think casting him out is punishment enough.

"Well said, Morgan Gad." Abram said pleased.

"What does mother have to say about this all?" Abel said in outrage.

"You know your mother, she agrees with you Abel, but your mother Eve doesn't give you your orders."

"I'm going after Kane, alone if I have to." Abel said raising his voice.

"I suspected as much, and sense you aren't stupid, I suspected you had a plan under way anyhow. Sense your mother's wishes are with you, then I will allow you to go after your brother, but I will say my resources are not extended to you for this specific mission, nor will I allow you help from your brothers. Abel, you can try and prove you are stronger than Kane, just remember as you bleed in front your brother that I was right." Adam Abram said bitterly.

Abel walked off, stubborn as he was, pride filling his heart. He believed he could defeat Kane, he knew he could destroy him. After all the Galactic Alliance was losing the war, Aldiian was one of the Alliances leading forces, and it had already fallen by the hand of the Kadocshions. There were the new rising empire, and no one could stop them, not even the traitorous Kane Reuben.