Chapter 4- Ten Years Later

Duck! Juke! Back handspring! I do a quick jab to one thug's chest and a sweep kick to another's calf. I smirk as they get up. "Go ahead. See if I care." I say as they trip over themselves. Then, of course, I take out my shotgun. I think you know what happens next, so I'll leave the bloodbath out of this. "Another set of clones down, cap." I say to my captain. "Good" He responds. "Head back to base. But give the abandoned factory over to your north a look first." He finishes. I send him a 10-4 signal. "Hey, Rich?" I ask my childhood friend. "Yeah?" He questioned. "Get me my sub-machine gun." I order. "That all?" He asks. "No. Get my sunlasses."