I made it back to my hotel room and settled in for the rest of the afternoon, but it didn`t take long for me to start getting restless& really, restless. I had done my best to patch my face up and gave it the old cold, hot, cold, hot swelling treatment for a good hour. A hand full of Tylenol and Motrin to help with the pain and swelling as best as it could do for the time being.

　　As I rotated through music, audiobook, and the fucking crappy channel selection that the hotel TV had, I finally decided to head out for a walk. My body was sick of being couped up in a hotel room right near a major airport, in bum fucking Oklahoma. It certainly didn`t have Grand Canyon like views.

　　An urban city center of concrete and bullshit as the only other major items near me were a few restaurants and other hotels which were scattered amongst commercial property. I walked around the block for roughly two miles in continuous loops until I finally felt the churn within my stomach from it being empty longer than what it probably should have been. The Chilled Celler was right across the street from my hotel, and I figured it is always better to support local business rather than corporate fuck bags.

　　Lauren greeted me as I walked through the door. Tight blue jeans wrapped around her body with a leather studded belt which had a ticket order pad holder hanging down off the belt on her left side. A black lace sleeveless crop top complimented her rich almond skin. Both arms were covered in full sleeve tattoos, flowers on one side with some intermixed words inked in, and some religious symbols also scattered throughout the design.

　　The left side sleeve had more of a 90`s tribal pattern, with what appeared to be finger prints and family names scattered within it as well. She had two necklaces which seemed to match her studded nose ring which sparkled in the light. A deep shade of red lipstick was a nice contrast to her brunette hair, which also had blonde coloring scattered within it. It matched her and she pulled the look off well.

　　Lauren escorted me to my seat and once she asked me what I wanted to drink, I realized how dehydrated I was. The lighter and healthier route seemed to be the smart choice and only asked for water. She brought me the drink while I looked over the menu.

　　As she returned, she listed a few options that were customer favorites. Southern catfish, the chicken fried steak and the sirloin steak. Her Oklahoma accent was thick and made me smile, which in turn lit her face up a little bit more. "Alright& I`ll do the Sirloin, rare, mashed potatoes, but& instead of the Caesar, can you bring me the Wedge Salad instead?" She smiled and told me it wouldn`t be a problem.

　　It wasn`t much longer until she returned and brought me the meal. It all perfectly hit the spot and was exactly what I needed. Lauren was practically shocked when she returned a short while later, all to discover my plate was clean.

　　"Holy shit darling! Someone was sure hungry." Lauren smiled as she came to retrieve the plates.

　　We struck up a conversation and she told me how she had taken a few classes at the college but dropped out and had now gone through the ups and downs of life. She seemed to always be sucked back into waitressing. She was at least grateful for making enough off tips to cover the bills, keep food on the table and a roof over her and her kids` heads.

　　She seemed like a legit human being, the kind who is just trying to make it in the world and is at the point in life where she just appreciated the finer things. She didn`t need a brand-new car with all the bells and whistles, she just needed one that got from A to B. There didn`t seem to be the desire of wanting a massive house with all the polished surfaces and gold inlays to impress friends, she only wanted a place where there was the warmth of love and support, as well as safety and shelter from the elements.

　　Loren asked me what I did for a profession, and I just blabbered out, "I`m in data analytics."

　　Her face instantly contorted, "You sure about that? Cause your face is sure telling me that you ain`t telling the truth there darlin."

　　I chuckled, "Oh yeah& well& let`s just say that I had to take care of an overly aggressive racoon."

　　Her eyebrow arched upwards in massive judgement. She shifted her weight to one side as she popped her hip out and placed her hand on it. She didn`t buy it for one second.

　　"Swear to god& the thing was as big as a New York City Sewer Rat and was high on cocaine."

　　She rolled her eyes with a smile and exhaled while turning to go get my bill. I left her a fat, fat, tip. I dunno why, it wasn`t like I was trying to jump in her pants or try to be some knight in shining armor& but a small voice told me I could be a blessing that night and who knows, any extra karma points added to the old piggy bank never hurt either.

　　I went back to my hotel room and plopped down on the chair by the room window. My memories were starting to come back to me more and more as the days progressed. I was grateful for that and felt like the mental puzzle pieces were starting to fill bigger portions of the picture in for me. As I continued to slowly walk through memory lane and went over my previous life, the life before Scalpel at least. I started to ask myself questions of what was missing in my life.

　　The questions started to get dark and slightly depressing. I looked hard at the window pane and caught my reflection. Fuck& I`m bored, and need to get my mind in action. I let out a sigh and shoved all those deeper thoughts of meaning somewhere else inside the emptiness of my brain. I figured I would check in with Terra to see what options may be out there.

　　"Hey! You there?"

　　"What`s up brother?" She typed back on the messenger interface.

　　"Bored AF& there`s got to be something I can do right?"

　　"Did you check the MOOBR?" She replied.

　　I stared at the message, blinking rapidly as I tried to decrypt what in the actual fuck MOOBR stood for. I only tried for a few seconds until I finally conceded, "The what?"

　　"MOOBR& Mobile Open Operations Broadcast Record. You know? The thing where it displays open missions and operations that anyone and everyone can grab at any time to perform?" There was a slight pause until she sent the follow-up message. "Didn`t you watch Brian`s training video?"

　　Fuck! "Oh yeah& No, I totally did, I just didn`t know if you had any more specific information on there that you could think of." I tried to salvage.

　　"Sure... Big guy& Way to try and recover there." She messaged back.

　　"Okay fine, I might have skipped over that part of the video& but seriously? MOOBR? That is the best we could come up with as a multi-million-dollar agency?"

　　"One& we`re a multi-billion-dollar agency, and two, money doesn`t buy intelligence."

　　"Well look, it`s still better than what your recommendation was." She countered.

　　"Oh really? And what was my suggestion?"

　　"BDD" She didn`t wait for me to respond and guess at the acronym. "Big Dick Delivery"

　　I laughed out loud as that would totally be my response to something like that. "Nice!"

　　"Not really, cause when you replied to the email which asked for recommendations, you sent it directly to the exec board, instead of you know, me or Brian, which was exactly what the email said to do. & Yeah, that didn`t go over well, and they slapped you with $50,000 fine in punishment."

　　"$50,000 over a joke?"

　　"Well maybe you should just learn to keep your mouth shut and your tiny dick in your pants and you wouldn`t be in trouble all of the time!"

　　"To be fair, that was old B2& this is the new and improved B2" I countered.

　　"Good luck with that." She paused again but then responded soon after. "There is literally an open operation right by you. Maybe you should check the MOOBR, or I dunno& Watch Brian`s video and learn how to use the system?"

　　Yeah& I may have been bored, but I wasn`t that fucking bored. No need to start self-inflicted torture like that. I went back over to my bed and propped myself up on the headboard as I mentally thought show MOOBR icon. Which instantly brought a new icon into the top right corner of my display, next to the main option. Four arrows pointing out and away from a small globe icon at the center and a red number one over top of the globe, front and center.

　　I mentally told my chip to display MOOBR settings, to which I saw multiple tabs extend out. The tabs would allow me to change settings to mission or operation specifics. Such as range to operation, type of operations displayed, etc. The more I went over the options available, the more I liked what I could do with these options. I decided to leave the settings with what they had been set as, which was open to anything and everything requested, but the distance was narrowed down to within 25 miles. I liked that option and allowed me to not dive too deep into something I didn`t really want to. I was just looking for a little something to get my engine going sense my other mission was so, well, fucking dull.

　　I mentally clicked on it as the black screen appeared over my vision and began to spit out the available mission.

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　　MISSION: OKLAHOMA HOME COMING

　　OBJECTIVE: CORRECTIVE ACTION

　　LOCATION : 35.201562, -97.444593

　　DISTANCE TO MISSION: APPROX 19.2 miles

　　ADDRESS: 1400 Asp Ave, Norman, OK 73072, (Oklahoma Technical Institute) RM E313

　　ACCESS: 24 HRS

　　SUBJECT: HEIDI BERMINGTON (DAUGHTER)

　　TARGET: JACOB CHAPSON (OU STUDENT)

　　NOTE : PROOF OF COMPLETION REQUESTED

　　REQUEST : CONCERNS ELIVIATED

　　CLIENT : THOMAS BERMINGTON (OKLAHOMA STATE SENATOR)

　　TIMEFRAME : WHEN CAPABLE, SOONER RATHER THAN LATER

　　COMPENSATION : SUBSTANTIAL

　　HEIDI BERMINGTON JACOB CHAPSON

　　INTEL : T/CHAPSON is reported to have an obsession with, S/BERMINGTON. Multiple reports account efforts from T/CHAPSON to have S/BERMINGTON go to dinner with T/CHAPSON. OU School records speak of a multitude of occasions when T/CHAPSON has been seen by multiple individuals following S/BERMINGTON on school grounds. There have been a number of conversations with T/CHAPSON on the perception of his efforts, but nothing more has occurred. CLIENT is under the concern that T/CHAPSON is a stalker and waiting for an opportunity to take actual action against S/BERMINGTON. CLIENT is requesting their concerns be alleviated by any means necessary. Discretion is requested, discreet corrective action preferred. If elimination is the only option available, then permission has been granted.

　　MISSION TIMEFRAME: Whenever capable for Field Agent to address, but client preference is ASAP. Do you accept this mission? Yes or No?

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　　Her beauty could clearly kill. At least from that portfolio pick that is. It is way too easy these days to catfish someone and you never quite know what you may truly be in for. Too bad old Jakey boy couldn`t secure the deal though. He at least looked like an alright guy, but& too bad bud, this aint the fish for you.

　　He at least left me with the impression that he may be the reasonable type. Though he had been talked to about this, sometimes the good old Uncle Trevor talk is what people needed for the light bulb to turn on. I mentally clicked yes and the MOOBR icon changed to reflect the red number one no longer there. I mentally told my neurochip to take the MOOBR icon away, as it seemed to be too new and a distraction for me, and that was the last thing I wanted. I swung my legs out and left my gun and badge in the hotel, last thing I wanted was some student to catch a glimpse and have every cop in a 10 mile radius on top of me.

　　I jumped in my rental and started to throw it in reverse as I told my chip to start playing, "Let The Bad Times Roll" by The Offspring . I had a smirk on my face as I head bobbed to the music as I let the window roll down and felt the cool evening breeze drift across my face. The neurochip recommended to me that I take the Interstate, shoot over on the 240 East and then hop on the 35 South and, boom , come out right by the school. I felt like taking a drive though and didn`t feel like I was in any kind of hurry. I did a quick glance at the map and noticed that I could take N. Santa Fe all the way until it turned into S. Santa Fe. A little further down it then transitioned into 48th Ave NW, practically dead ending into W. Main St which cut me East until I arrived at S. Berry Rd which took me to my final street, W. Imhoff Rd, and that took me rest of the way East and swung me on the South side of the campus.

　　As The Offspring continued to play in my head, I messaged Terra and asked her for an assist. It took her a minute to respond but she did and asked what I needed. I asked her if she was able to see the details of the mission, I had accepted off the MOOBR, to which she confirmed that she could. I asked her if she was able to track and isolate Chapson`s location, to which she gave me a LOL` response and after thinking about my question, felt it was kind of stupid one to ask. It was frustrating not remembering anything. I was at least in the field, and this was all apart of my re-growing pains, and I knew eventually things would all be back to normal. At least, that was what I told myself.

　　It didn`t take long for Terra to message me back, "He looks to be going back and forth between Aibek Fitness Center and the Paraday Centeral Dorms. Kind of convenient for him that the gym is right across from girls dormitory."

　　"How are you tracking that?" I asked her.

　　"Well& he is pretty active on his snapchat at the moment. Every time he opens or closes a snap we`ll get a bubble ping on the map."

　　"And you`re sure he is up there?"

　　She paused in her response but finally said, "Hey B2& umm do you remember what my job is?"

　　"Yeah& you`re my chick in the chair."

　　Another pause until she responded, "Do you see your map in your HUD?"

　　"Of course, this isn`t my first op Terra." I raspberried after I sent my message. Knowing full when the irony of it all.

　　"Does it look something like this?" She asked as a snapshot of almost the exact view I currently had up appeared. I furled my lip as I was really surprised with the fact that Terra almost exactly had captured the same view size and area I was using on mine. She then followed up with, "Look to your right, you see that four story red brick building with the word "Cross" on the archway. The front set of doors also showing an "A" on them?"

　　" Holy shit & Yeah! How the fuck did you&. Never mind."

　　"Smooth B2& Really smooth. Your target resides in the dormitory directly East of that building. Center Building A-116, RM 35C. If he starts to back track, that would more than likely be where he will head."

　　"Awesome, thanks." It then dawned on me, "Wait& so if you showed me what I see, what exactly do you see?" A new image immediately appeared in my HUD as Terra sent me her screenshot which completely through me off balance as I struggled to narrow in and interpret what the actual fuck I was looking at.

　　I had been walking through the parking lot and was about to hit the sidewalk and head North adjacent to Asp Ave when the image appeared in my HUD. The image arrived and threw me off balance though. It was at the worst possible time as my foot miss planted and became caught on the curb.

　　My balance was unable to find itself as the giant map overlay blocking my view and sent me stumbling over the small grass patch in between the parking lot and sidewalk. My speed accelerated as I went, and I did everything I could to not crash into the earth. I then discovered the perfect placement of a 2 Hour Parking sign as my body centered posted itself, the side of my face softening the blow with little to no grace. My head rattled slightly and in my dazed half second accident discovered I had sent Terra a message of, "Fuqshiz tammha bitk"

　　She asked if I was trying to communicate in German, and when I replied I wasn`t, she inquired as to what happened. I tried to pass it off as, "Ohh, this piece of shit was drunk driving and swerved way too close to the sidewalk and I panicked and jumped out of the way. No kids were hurt though, so you know, all good."

　　Terra didn`t seem to buy it as she replied. "Sure&" She sent one follow-up message before she signed off. "Okay, well your target is still going back and forth, so he should be pretty easy for you to spot. I`m gonna sign off for the night."

　　I told her goodnight and thanked her for the help as I then continued to walk my way North along the sidewalk. Some brat ass kids had taken notice to my little accident and tried to snicker some side comments to me, but I blocked them out by throwing my hoodie up over my head. The skills I just achieved though and with my proficiency bonus was a really nice distraction to say the least.

　　I then asked my chip for my level, which displayed the green flag banner protruding out the left side of the main system`s icon. Level 4 with only 3 more skills to achieve before I`d be halfway through my progression out of Novice and could start applying all my cloaked achievement points towards my enhanced abilities. I still was not sure exactly how the enhanced abilities worked, but figured I would just work through those once I got to that point.

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　　By the time I had just closed out my notifications from my HUD, I was at the 3rd St intersection and about to enter the crosswalk. I was still heading North on Asp Ave`s sidewalk. But before I started to cross the street, I heard a laugh coming from my right side and as I looked, I saw her making her way in my direction.

　　She was a small 5` 4" thing of beauty as her black leggings wrapped around her in beautifully contoured fashion. She had red Adidas shoes and wore a red sweatshirt on. Her brown hair was pushed over to the right side of her head, exposing the earbuds nestled in her ears. Her laughter and quick remarks left me assuming she was on a phone conversation with somebody. I looked around quickly and directly off to my left side was a large tree at the corner of the intersection. I looked around and found a small rock which I picked up and held in my hand. The rock wasn`t very big, but I kept it in my hand and moved my thumb around as much as I could to give the appearance that I was carrying a digital device.

　　I was 95% sure she was my subject Heidi, and watched as she then crossed the street and started to head North on the same sidewalk I was also on. I waited for another few seconds to make sure there was a significant distance between the two of us. I crossed the street and made sure to, very slowly walk behind her. At this distance I couldn`t hear what she was saying exactly, only slight muffles of over pronounced words, phrases and the occasional laugh. I started to orient my location and noticed Heidi was now passing the main walkway which led to the center of the Paraday Centeral Dormitory. I started to look around, we were now directly across from the area creeper kid was supposed to be.

　　I was curious of what Heidi was doing though as she kept walking past the main entrance. I quickly pulled up the mission log from my MOOBR and asked my Neurochip if there was a layout of the dormitory. To my surprise there was actually a blue print of the facility attached to the mission file. I then realized that Hiedi`s room was in the East corridor and she was now closer towards the East wing`s stairwell entrance. If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

　　I closed out the layout and MOOBR in my HUD. As I looked back towards Heidi`s location, I noticed a tiny movement up ahead. My gaze narrowed in on a small male figure leaning against a tree at the corner of Asp Ave and W. 1st St intersection. He was also wearing a red Oklahoma sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up slightly on his forearms, and loose fitting dark grey Oklahoma sweatpants with a black pair of shoes. He had what looked to be weightlifting wrist wraps on and a cell phone in his hand that he immediately tucked into the front sweatshirt pocket when he took notice of Heidi. As Heidi began to turn and cut the distance to the same dormitory entryway, the kid kicked himself off the tree he had been leaning on and jogged over towards Heidi. I picked up my pace to ensure I didn`t lose sight of what was about to transpire between them.

　　Jacob`s voice called out to confirm my subject, "Heidi! & Heidi wait! Just give me a minute, please." He raised his voice loud enough that it had echoed off the red brick building and reminded me almost of the drill instructors from basic training. Jesus kid& calm the fuck down. I thought as I was closing my distance.

　　I saw Heidi reach up and take the earbuds out of her ears as she yelled back in response. "What the fuck Jake! I told you to leave me the fuck alone!"

　　"Come on Heidi! I`m telling you, begging you, please, just give me one chance to prove-"

　　She wasn`t having any part of it as she cut him off, "No ass hole! No means no and I swear my dad is going to ensure you lose your scholarship, seeing how the school has already warned you and told you to leave me the fuck alone!"

　　That a girl& I said in my head as I was now closing in about twenty feet away, and Jakey boy seemed to be so mesmerized that he didn`t even notice me out of the corner of his vision as he reached out and grabbed Heidi`s arm and latched onto her. Wrong move kid& As soon as his hand clutched onto her she cried out, "Let go Jake! What the fuck!"

　　My arm came down like an eagles talon and latched on top of his arm which held Heidi`s arm in his grip. "Perhaps I can be of assistance this evening?" I said as my low raspy voice cut in-between the two. My move grabbed both of their attention. Heidi`s eyes dashed up towards mine with a mixture of anger but gratefulness towards my arrival. Jake`s eyes turned and locked onto mine, a passionate intensity within them which left me thinking. That`s a dangerous look to have kid& Heidi, you are one lucky girl to have me show up just now.

　　"Who the fuck are you?" Jake asked with a sharp and cold tone in his voice. The warm, and charming tone he had tried to use just a moment before was instantly gone and loss in the void of space.

　　I narrowed my gaze as I let go of the rock in my left hand, "Last I heard, the lady said to let go of her and to leave her alone& My recommendation son is that you do what`s best for you and your pathetic future. Now& let go of her arm."

　　Heidi following up perfectly, "Yeah& what he said asshole!" She ended with a slight nod towards me as her eyes glared at Jake.

　　Jakey did the right thing and I started to feel his hand loosen his grip on Heidi`s arm. She recoiled her arm into her chest and quickly turned, unlocking the grey metal exterior door to the dormitory. She quickly pulled the door open once it unlocked but thanked me as she quickly shut it behind her and dashed inside. Jake tried to throw in a final word as the door was closing, "I`ll see you later!"

　　To which I politely informed him as I tightened my grip around his hand, "No you won`t& the harsh reality is Jakey boy& you won`t be seeing Heidi ever again, tonight was the last pathetic attempt you had."

　　Jake pulled his hand back and I let my grip go on it, "Oh really?"

　　"Really&"

　　"And who the fuck are you?" He snapped with a harsh tone.

　　He tried to toughen up to me, but the kid still had to look up and I thought it was kinda funny. I smiled, "You can think of me as Uncle Tony& I am the one that comes to check in on the family and make sure they`re doing okay& and& to my delightful surprise, I find you harassing one of my family."

　　"Ohh& family huh?" He titled his head and narrowed his gaze at me. I could see the anger burning and that his internal furnace was fully stoked and heated.

　　"Kinda& think of it more like& The Godfather&" A blank stare came over his face and he shifted his eyes from side to side. "For Christ`s sake kid, please tell me you know what that is?" But he still just stared at me and shrugged with a smug expression. Fucking kids! "Look& this is the last warning you`ll ever get about Heidi& so let`s just say, if you try to come into her life again, ever again, you`ll regret it!"

　　He huffed out and spit as he started to back pedal, "Nice try boomer! Get fucked, I`ll do what I do, and it`s only a matter of time before Heidi comes looking for this." He grabbed his crotch and gave a slight pull upwards.

　　Kid& If only you`d listen to this boomer& But then I smiled, cause there was something about the arrogance in how he said it& Boomer& God did that chafe me internally, deep inside my soul to have some pathetic runt kid think he could just mouth off and arrogantly do whatever he wanted& I wasn`t looking for a scuffle tonight, but all that changed once you called me that& now& I was going to give this kid an academic lesson& Ass Kicking 101.

　　My blood started to warm itself in heated aggression as I finally rose to a boiling internal rage that coursed through my body and was ready for action. I found myself pacing up and down the sidewalk in front of Heidi`s dormitory. I was balling my fists repeatedly and kept stoked the flames deep within me as I just waited.

　　I mostly stayed on the southern side, as I knew Jakey boy`s dormitory was still south and didn`t want to miss him if he departed on that side of the fitness center. I kept track of the time and after a good 45 minutes of waiting noticed the prick left through the south side exit and started to make his way towards the parking lot. I picked up my pace and crossed Asp Ave as I practically had to lightly jog to catch the distance between us. He was practically a third of the way south through the middle aisle of the parking lot when I was able to close the distance to roughly twenty feet. I told my neurochip, Play "Face the Pain" by STEMM& on repeat!

　　The guitar pick started to pluck away at the guitar strings as I called out, "Oh, Jake, what was that term you called me again?"

　　He twisted around, "Jesus boomer, go fuck yourself!"

　　"That was it!" I said as the song kicked it into overdrive, and I brought my right open palmed strike into a haymaker sweeping motion that connected directly on Jake`s face and drove him three feet to his left side and into the back of an old beat up pickup truck.

　　He caught himself against the tailgate as he shook his head, "Oh its` on grandpa!" He started to push off and turn to face me. I had kept my pace and momentum moving though, which kept the gap between us close. I brought a right-side swift kick across and connected with the side of his left knee which dropped him down onto the ground. I followed up my kick with another direct palm strike which landed on the side of his head and sent him crashing into the metal tailgate, his head bouncing off it.

　　Blood poured out of his nose like an endless open faucet and the right side of his forehead cut open just enough for a small streak of blood to start running down his head. His body started to crumple backwards and off to his right side as he braced his right arm out and caught the pavement which prevented him from falling any further down upon the rough blacktop.

　　I started to wind up for a strong right kick, but Jake caught sight of it as he just barely looked back in time. He ducked down and rolled quickly to his right and onto his belly, the movement was enough that my kick flew right over him. His body was now bracing on his left side, he flung his right leg out, his shin caught me right above my left fibula in my ankle.

　　The force was enough that it made my leg buckle and sent me down as I was now off balance from the momentum I had generated in my failed leg kick. I fell backwards and onto my back but tilted my head and saw Jake spin around like a spider monkey on the ground. His youthful recovery time seemed to revive him instantly before my eyes as he came clamoring over to me with a look of determination. His error though was sprawling his arms out to each side as he came surging over me. He looked as if I was the fumbled football and he was going to clobber on top of me.

　　I braced my left leg down, just as Bill had shown me in our last training session and lifted my right leg up slightly off the ground. As Jake`s body began to fall upon me, I raised my right knee up higher and it planted itself directly into his gut. My right shin was now centered down in between his crotch and legs. I used Jakes` momentum and in perfectly timed unison, kicked my right leg up and lifted higher in-between his legs, while my left leg drove hard into the ground and kicked upwards. My hands grabbed hold of Jake`s sweatshirt as the entire combination of energy sent Jake soaring up and over me. My kicks propelled him over top of me, but also aided in rolling me upright.

　　Jake had landed on his back as I was now seated on top of him. It was a semi clobbered mess, but after a few minor adjustments I was in a full mount position. His eyes widened in shock as to what happened, but once I began to rain down interchanging right and left elbows, his gaze quickly narrowed.

　　I could see his eyes as they began to grow with rage. I felt his body underneath me as he started to roar to life with audible struggles. I gave him two elbows from either side. Jake blocked my right elbows but wasn`t as good on my two left strikes which continued to open his gash just a little more. The impact helped to smear the red blood further down and over his face.

　　My black sweatshirt also starting to soak up small portions of his blood into the fabric as well. The moist and sticky sensation began to seep onto my skin underneath the fabric. I had to give it to Jakey boy& He had a certain level of street smarts when it came to fighting, because he reached down and I could feel his hand start to try and grab hold of my balls. I flared back instantly and wasn`t looking for a repeat of Twat Waffle`s fight from the airplane.

　　I reared back enough that Jake then brought his right hand across and landed a strong knuckle-sandwich across my jaw. My delayed reaction was just enough time for Jake to twist and break my mount over his waist. He immediately followed up with two left blows to my ribs. My body flexed and contorted down to my left side, naturally trying to protect it from receiving another blow. As I did, Jake planted a firm palm strike of his own on my right side and shoved just enough to catch me off balance.

　　He then squirmed his way up and began to get back up to his feet. I launched myself into a side body roll, working to give me more space in case he tried to follow up with anything. I rose to my knees as I saw Jake plant his foot back and then pushed off with it as he charged towards me.

　　His action looked like field goal kickers performance in trying to make the super bowl winning kick. His right leg lifted upwards as he let it sore ahead towards me. I sprang my right arm upwards and across my face to protect it, my left arm following in parallel unison. I whipped my head to my right side and tried to nestle it against my right shoulder as best as I could. His right shin hit me like a semitruck and rocked me backwards as well as slightly lifting my body up, my forearms, however, softened the blow.

　　I grunted as the impact rocked me, but Jake was now standing in a somewhat open stance position in front of me as his body landed after the kick. Jake started to swing down and wale on my ribs and back with fists. I took the blows as I felt his knuckles continue to dig into me, but remained focused on the bigger picture, as I then pushed off with my right leg.

　　I wrapped my arms around both of his legs as I drove slightly upwards, picking Jake up off the ground by about four inches. I pulled his legs back and I drove downwards, digging my left shoulder into his waist as I piledrove him into the blacktop. His head bouncing off the pavement upon landing. His hands shot up to grab hold of his head in the immediate aftermath impacting the ground.

　　I started to make my way back up to my feet as I stood over him. I bent over and placed my hands on my knees as I worked to catch my breath while I had a few minutes. Jake continued to hold his head while he slightly tilted it from side to side. I then stood upright and stretched my back as I twisted at the waist, trying to loosen my back as I felt it begin to tighten.

　　The hard surface of the black top and the blows I had received from Jake were starting to take a toll. I was impressed as I saw Jake stammer back up to his feet and reach out with his hands as if to catch his balance. "You learn your lesson yet young buck?" A said as I spit off to the side.

　　He chuckled and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He started to undue the weightlifting straps on his wrist as he replied, "You think this is the first concussion I`ve ever had? Please! Do you even know who I am?" He looked to be punch drunk as he swayed a little from side to side.

　　"No& actually& no fucking clue." I replied as I placed my hands on my hips.

　　"I`m one of the top 20 football prospects! You think this little scrap is going to stop me from getting what I want?" He said with a snark and arrogant tone as he grabbed his sweatshirt sleeve and wiped the right side of his face, trying to clean the majority of the blood off of it.

　　"Look here Frodo, you`re just one of the hundreds of zits on the tuba players face in the high school marching band. Once I`m done popping you out of the picture, I`m moving onto the next one and I could care less what the literal fuck happens to you. So, no, I don`t give a fucking rats ass who you are, or what your bleak future looks like& all I know& is tonight, you`re getting a fucking reality check, and not in the good way!"

　　The Frodo comment must have hit a nerve inside the insecure footballer, cause Jakey boy came charging ahead like he was going to spear tackle me into the ground. I being his proverbial quarterback target. I smiled as he spread his arms out wide and started to lower his head down as he began to yell out in a battle cry.

　　I grabbed hold of his right arm as he arrived within my immediate striking distance. I swept my left leg around and generated a powerful twist with my hips. I carried Jake and his momentum into a spin as he flung around. I luckily timed the technique perfectly. The motion brought his back around and slammed him into an SUV just off to our side.

　　He bounced off the back trunk door and I gave him two immediate strikes to his mid-section. He keeled over as the blows matched the ricochet effect of the vehicles impact. I quickly brought my hands together and interlaced my fingers. I leaned back to my right side, contorting down low into a twist. I thrust upwards in an uppercut motion, using my right elbow as the blunt force instrument.

　　My elbow just clipped the edge of his left jaw and launched him straight up vertically. Jake`s head bobbed back down as I could see his eyes return down with the star gazed appearance. The sparkling disorientation taking quick effect within him. I reached out and grabbed hold of his sweatshirt, up at his chest area and guided him over to the side of the SUV. I released my grip and as I let go of him, I then quickly took a sidestep back. My right leg quickly being brought up and landed a firm forward kick directly into his gut, launching him up to the front of the SUV.

　　Jake`s body, reacting in what I believed was survival mode , carried himself to the back of the vehicle parked in front of the SUV. I was actually shocked when I saw Jake latch onto the edge of a pickup truck. His feet struggling to keep him standing upright. This fucking kid can take a beating, that`s for damn sure! I thought to myself as I paused for a half second to catch my breath. I saw the kid shake his head, trying to rattle himself back to full consciousness, as I then heard the slight rustling of metal.

　　I was caught off guard and as I was greeted by the blade of a shovel swinging around. The impact being that of a grand slam home run hit, directly to the broad side of my head. The force launched me to my left and onto the hood of a sedan which was next to the SUV. It was now my turn to see stars floating in my vision. I could have sworn I saw cartoon blue birds twirling around chirping at me for my arrogance in lowering my guard.

　　Jake and I were both using the vehicles directly next to us to maintain our balance. We each looked to take a moment, gaging the other`s grit. Jake helped to revitalize me, and the importance of why I was there that night. "You got it wrong grandpa& I`m going to fuck you up, then I`m going to go fuck that bitch and remind her of her place!"

　　As if a mighty deity himself was overseeing the warfare being conducted between us, and had perfectly timed the song lyrics to scream within my head, for the song amplified and rang out, "FACE THE PAIN, no escape can you step to this" The inferno which was deep within my soul began to open its caverns, as the hatred for this target had reached a whole new level.

　　My determination towards ensuring this kid never touched another soul on the planet was in full effect. I pushed myself back upright and started to notice the slight swaying motion in my stance. I twisted my head aggressively to the side as I felt the pop and crack within my neck occur.

　　I then motioned with outstretched hands rolling my fingers towards me, pleading with Jake to bring his best for another round of punishment. He smirked with his smug expression, the blood still pouring down the side of his face. He wound up with another swing of the shovel. The blade of his weapon soaring across his body, to which I ducted just enough where I felt the wind swoosh past me overhead. Jake then took the momentum he had generated and as he recovered at the end of the swing brought the shovel up over his head.

　　His pause to bring the shovel down in his arching motion was all I needed. I leapt upwards with my right hand, splitting the difference in-between his two arms and grabbed hold of his face. My index and middle fingers directly on top of his eye lids as they naturally closed to protect his vision. I dug them in as hard as I could while I drove him back further in between the vehicles.

　　The motion catching him off balance as it all happened so fast that without his vision, his equilibrium was off kilter and he stumbled backwards. I continued to drive him over to the next vehicle. Our movement caused his balance to continue to fail him, as I now guided his bodies trajectory with my hand. I slammed his head back down upon the Nissan Altima trunk as we arrived. His grip letting go of the shovel as he landed and brought his hands up, clasping around my wrists. His natural survival instincts worked on overdrive to try and remove my grip on his face.

　　My hand clawed into his face as tight as I could, lifting his head off the trunk. Without stopping I began to hammer his head back down upon the trunk of the vehicle repeatedly. I tried my best to invoke the power of Thor`s mighty hammer, Mj鰈nir. I watched as the cars poorly molded aluminum metal began to dent inwards and wrap around his skull. I felt his grip begin to loosen as his head`s injuries took him further and further out of consciousness.

　　His grip finally fell away as I then took the que to adjust my blows. I reached down and grabbed hold of the shovel, turned it around and wedged the exterior surface of the flat handle up under his chin. The shovel now propping his body up for me, as I mercilessly drove my size wide running shoe into his testicles as hard as I could. It was on my seventh blow to his manhood when I thought I felt his scrotum squish into an exploding pile of goo. I was confident I had ruptured his testicles.

　　His legs crumbling down and the dead weight of his body was enough that I couldn`t hold up his posture any longer. He melted down like a pile of candle wax. " This nightmare ain`t over for you yet fucker!" I screamed, as I turned the shovel around, and went wailing down onto his shins and quadriceps. I chopped away like a lumber jack from the pacific northwest set on a quest to fell the largest tree.

　　The devastating blows from the shovel vibrated in my hands as I felt his bones break and shatter from the blade of my weapon. I didn`t stop until I saw the indentation on both of his shins and was confident I had also broken both of his femurs. I gave each of his hands a good couple of stomps, as I felt the crunch underneath my foot.

　　I threw the shovel across the parking lot and began to turn when I heard the trembling voice of agony leave Jake`s body. He seemed to hold onto the last thread of consciousness, "Who& the fuck& are you?"

　　I turned back around, taking a step and kneeling just enough in front of him to give me the space I would need. I clenched my jaw and fought the dark and evil temptation to just end his life. "Oh& Jakey boy& you already know my name&" I reached up with my left hand and grabbed hold of his brown hair. "It`s boomer&" I held his head back and brought one final right elbow straight into his forehead and sent him into the black abyss of unconsciousness.

　　I was about to stand back up, but instead reached inside his sweatshirt pocket and felt his cell phone. I grabbed hold of it and brought it out, swiping it open as there was no password, and dialed 911. I dropped the phone which landed directly in his lap as I stood up. I told my neurochip to take a screenshot and send to Terra to deliver to the client, as I began to walk back North towards Heidi`s dormitory. I asked my neurochip to display the time, which brought a red time stamp across the top center of my vision, 2119. I then sent Terra a quick message. "Mission accomplished. You should have the screenshot of completion to deliver to client. We`ll probably need to wipe any and all video that covers 1st St all the way to 4th St, and then Asp Ave to whatever street is East of my current position."

　　I was surprised to see her active dots appear in their bubble and dance momentarily. "Holy fuck B2!" There was a slight pause as I saw she was still actively typing, "Is the kid even still alive?"

　　"Dunno& But I dialed 911 on his phone, that is why I`ll need you to ensure all digital fingerprints are wiped clean."

　　"Fuck, okay& we`re on it." She replied.

　　"Thanks" I ended and then made sure to walk through the field. I utilized all the trees and shrubs I could find for more concealment as I made my way across the street. It was eerily quiet for a college campus, but that was fine with me as I made my way across the street and up the sidewalk the way I had come when I had previously followed Heidi. As I did my HUD began to fill with all the prompts from my activities.

　　|||MISSION ACCOMPLISHED^|||

　　"BOOMER FOR THE WIN!"

　　\SKILL ACHIEVED: COMBATIVES - LEVEL 4/

　　\SKILL ACHIEVED: MELEE - LEVEL 4/

　　\SKILL ACHIEVED: IMPROVISED WEAPONS - LEVEL 2/

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: SHOVELING SHIT- LEVEL 2<<

　　>>CLOAKED ACHIEVEMENT UNLOCKED: BLUNT FORCE TRAUMA - LEVEL 2<<

　　At least I got a few more things knocked out during tonight`s festivities. By the time I made it into the center entrance point to Heidi`s dormitory, I heard the sirens of the first responders starting to blare in the distance. The sound began to rise in intensity as they rapidly responded to the area. I started to turn my way towards the north exterior door Heidi had used to evade Jakey Boy. I waited by the door and leaned against the wall, kicking my leg up upon the brick surface and tried to act like I was just out there to vape or smoke.

　　The sirens and activities began to draw the attention of curious students who began to slowly investigate what was going on. It was only a few seconds before someone came storming out of the door and I nodded my head up with a smirk as I kept my hoodie up concealing my face. I grabbed hold of the door as it slowly glided shut and made my entry to the building. I walked up the stairwell and was then able to gain access to the third floor in the same way as the exterior door. An eager kid that had a camera and note pad came bursting through the entryway. He could have easily passed as a cosplaying Peter Parker at comic con, only, without the superpowers.

　　I started to walk down the hallway of the dormitory and took notice of the door numbers off to the side of each room. The walls were grey with the burgundy colors of the school used for the room number and name plates off to the side of each room. I finally found "E313" on the door and the sign off to its` side had Heidi Berming and Tamara Eastmon printed on paper inserts.

　　I gave the door a firm knock but tried to not be too forceful and cause attention from any of the other rooms in the hallway. A muffled, "Just a minute" response came from the other side of the door as I waited. I noticed the light of the peep hole darken as I was sure whoever was on the other side was checking to see who it was. The lock popped to life as I then saw the door begin to crack and to my surprise continued to open fully, my eyes gazing upon Heidi who stood in the doorway.

　　I was even more surprised to see her standing there in a teal blue push-up bra and grey, high cut shorts. Her brunette hair was done up in a ponytail and it took everything in me to not drool all over her breasts that seemed way too happy to see me. I forced myself to look directly into her rich chocolate brown eyes as she had a mischievous look within them and a playful smirk on her face as she lightly bit her lip. "You`re that guy from earlier that intervened with that mother fucker Jake arn`t you?"

　　The accent and playful demeanor had my heart melting, and I couldn`t help the cheesy smile that appeared on my face. "Yeah& that was me."

　　She smiled and looked me up and down "So what brings you by?"

　　"Well& I wanted to let you know that uhh, Jake and I had a little, discussion, regarding his& approach towards you, and I& advised him it was in his best interest to end his continued efforts."

　　Heidi`s mouth opened slightly as she shifted her weight to one side and pushed the side of her cheek out with her tongue, "Go on&"

　　"Needless to say, Jake and I didn`t really see& eye-to-eye, so to speak& and uhm. Well, let`s just say I don`t think you`ll be hearing from old Jake. If for any reason, he should& decide, and approach you again& well& you just send a text to your dad and ask him to send me back out. If Jake wants to try dancing with the devil again, I will happily oblige him."

　　"I see&" Heidi said as her eyes narrowed, and the playful smirk turned to more of a larger smile. "Looks like the discussions we`re pretty& intense& a few bumps picked up in the process, perhaps?" Her eyebrows danced upwards as she ended her statement.

　　I rotated my left shoulder and reached up with my right hand and dug my fingers into the far part of my left peck, working to massage my chest. "Nothing this old guy can`t handle. Never judge a book by its cover, as I like to say."

　　"Well& I don`t know where my hospitality is, but you need to come in here and let me see what we can do to help patch you up." She turned around and let go of the door that started to drift back closed. Her perfectly round ass cheeks poking out from the bottom edge of her cotton shorts as they put a small amount of strain of the fabric.

　　Jesus Christ is this really happening? I thought instantly. I placed my hand on the door and stopped it from closing all the way, "Uhm, you don`t have to do this, I`ll be fine, I swear& it`s only a slight scratch or two."

　　She halfway turned around as she was now midway into the room. Her physique on full display as she was perfectly tone and could easily be on the cover of a swimsuit magazine. "You know& down here in Oklahoma, it`s rude to not come in when invited."

　　Oh& my& gawd. "Well, in that case, if you insist."

　　She bit her lip with a smile, and nodded, "Oh honey& I insist alright."

　　I stepped in and lightly, closed the door, still wanting to make sure I didn`t draw attention. By the time I turned around I saw Heidi walking back towards me with the stalking eyes of a lioness who wanted to devour the prey directly in front of her. She stepped in close to my personal space, and lightly placed her right hand on my love handle, "You know what else is rude?" She asked.

　　"Uhh, what`s that?"

　　"The fact that my superhero hasn`t told me his name." She smiled as she gazed up at me.

　　My heart jumped for a quick second, as I didn`t want to give her my real name, nor my callsign, nor the nickname of B2 that everyone used at Scalpel. Fuck! I panicked and my mind raced, in search of an answer as I finally said the only thing that my stupid middle-aged brain could produce, "Everyone at the agency calls me Boomer." F-u-c-k Brian! I screamed inside my head.

　　She let out a slight chuckle, "Boomer& really? You expect me to believe that honey?"

　　I smirked and worked to play it off, "What can I say, when you`re given a nickname and it sticks, it sticks."

　　"Well, that`s good, cause& I could use a little booming myself!"