Richard drove towards his house and at the same time watched out for any danger. After what happened to me, he wasn't going to take any chances. If the killer wanted to get him, maybe this was the perfect plan. Get him out of the house and strike him when he least expect it. And so, Richard sticked to the main road and avoided short cuts, although he knew that his father will catch him through this way.
     He was a little bit surprised when some people stood outside his house. He saw the headlights of the police and pulled his car to a stop. He came out and walked straight towards them. When they saw him, they made a gap for him to pass, remained silent, and stood like bodyguards protecting Richard. He stood for awhile, unsure of what they were doing. Then a cop questioned him:
     " Are you Richard Alex Stephens?".
     " Y-Yes", he replied, still unsure of what to say," I am...".
     " Come with me son", the cop replied and proceeded towards the house.
     Richard followed him. Although he suspected the cop, he was now drifted with fear at the thought of his father. He had left without his father knowing his whereabouts, and now he believed that something bad must have happened. The cop lead him through the silent guards and the crying servants, who looked at Richard with tears dripping from their cheeks. Richard was confused. What's going on?, he thought, Why is everyone looking so sad? And more importantly, where's dad?
     The cop stood in front of his dad's room. The doors where closed, but Richard could see that the handle was broken. Confused, he pushed open the doors and stood shocked, his eyes horrified at what he was seeing.
     Blood soaked his father's bed. The room was also painted with blood. The piano was broken to pieces. The large photo of his dad was torn and stained with blood, and hanging on that photo was his father, with knives on his body that pinned him to the wall. His blood dripped from the body slowly, and two knives where stabbed on his eyes. Richard, after a brief moment of shock, fainted.
     Others came and picked up the poor boy. A phone fell off Richard's pocket as he was carried away. The officer picked up and examined the phone, Falcon U-2000, blue, no password. Good, he thought. He checked the photos and saw pictures of me and Richard.  He was about to check Richard's files when the phone beeped, revealing a message from Phil. It read:
     " Richard, come quickly mate! I know you'll be angry but come quickly. She's gone! They have taken her!".
***
     A truck left Heaven and travelled Westward to San Francisco. Deathblade and his crew sat in the truck, talking about their achievements and their future plans. They were known as the Daredevil Squad, as no matter how difficult and challenging a mission is, these guys where the true killers that could accomplish a job well done. They were the most skillful assassins known, and if you tried to track them down, just remember that sometimes the hunter gets hunted.
     One of them, Knives, walked up to Deathblade in order to chat privately with him.
     " Hey boss", Knives greeted him.
     " Hey Knives", Deathblade replied," Anything?".
     " Just have a question boss".
     " Which is?".
     " What are we going to do with her boss?", he asked while chewing a gum.
     Deathblade looked back at my body, and then answered," When we get to San Francisco, you'll have your answers".
     " Ok Boss. Whatever you say".
     Knives left him and went back to the others. Deathblade received a message from his spies that Richard's father was killed by an unknown assassin. So someone is trying to kill the Stephens, he thought, must be politics again. He deleted the message and went back to the others.
     Underground the wonderful city of San Francisco, lay the underground base of the Daredevil squad. The team's truck obviously wasn't there, as they had another location for that. However, they carried my body and laid it on a table.
     Deathblade called out," Fred! Get your stinking ass in here!".
     A skinny nerd came out, abruptly disturbed from his sleep," What! What! What is it!".
     " I need you to do something for me".
     " That denies my sleep?".
     " Lazy bone! Come here now!".
     " Alright! alright!".
     He came closer and saw me on the table. He gasped and asked, " Who is she?".
     " None of your business. I want you to fix her up for me".
     " As in?".
     " Fool! Your mind is also corrupted from nudes. Where's the assassin chip that was meant for the robot that got burned".
     " It's still with me, with additional features".
     " Install it in her".
     " What! A chip in a human brain? What if she dies in the process?".
     " She won't Fred. My men are here to help you. Just be careful with her".
     " Ok. And what is her name please?"
     He looked at me and thought for awhile.
     " Her name will be known as Navada".
     Fred wanted to ask more questions, but Deathblade silence him and ordered him to do as he was instructed.
***
     Before  I shoot the rotten bastards, let me show you why this whole thing even came to be.