Introduction/Prelude

I stumbled out of the cave, relieved to finally be able to see again. Richie followed after me, followed by Kara. Rich rushed forward, desperate to escape the area, while Kara cautiously crouched down and backed up to the cave's wall. I looked up, and understood why.

A group of mercenaries was looking at us through the sights in their weapons.

One of them was Jack Steele, The Arsonist, my target. They dropped down from the tree, the one furthest away grabbing Richie by the collar of his shirt. The apparent leader of the group, a tough looking guy with a scar running down the side of his face, said; "Well, well, well, Richard. I'm so glad to see you." He said glad as he cocked back his 44. Magnum revolver, pointing it at Richie's temple. I looked over at Richie, cocking an eyebrow. "Friends of yours?" I asked.