Blood trickles down the left cheek of Damian… his wrists are raw from trying to break out of the zip ties connecting him to the damp wooden chair. “Drizzling outside a bit son” A man in a grey mask utters as he crouches next to Damian. Damian spits out some residual blood from the last time he was hit with the end of the gun gripped by the man. “You know what is going to happen? You cannot just threaten a whole government and believe it to be just a slap on the wrist?” Damian cracks his neck and takes a deep breath… “what I don’t think you understand is you can beat the shit out of me all you want, but at the end of the day…” Damian begins to smile as he looks the man in his eyes…

“At the end of this day you will be forgotten by your government and I will be looking at your lifeless body saying I told you so.” The man stands up and takes the safety off his gun. “Well this isn’t the movies son… I am not going to give you minutes to explain yourself while your so called cavalry comes to rescue you.” Damian looks up as the man puts the gun to the middle of Damian’s forehead “that’s where you’re severely mistaken… I do not need minutes or even seconds for that matter.” The man begins to squeeze the trigger “How so? You will die by my hands right now.” Damian begins to laugh “Then tell me genius, what’s that little red light on your forehead?”

A faint pop is heard from behind Damian… the man gasps as a bullet screams through the building, through his head, and through the windows behind him. The man’s lifeless body falls in front of Damian… “I told ya so.”

Lou and Max come running in, they cut off the zip ties and grab Damian… “Hey Fellas, so Mike got my message I see.” The three of them are running as five black SUVs come barreling towards them. They are a quarter mile from the tree line… “guys I know you put your lives on the line and all for me but those SUVs are not just going to let us run into those…” mid sentence Damian hears the whizzing of bullets pass by himself, Lou, and Max. He glances back and sees one by one, each SUV crash as a bullet goes through the drives side windshield. Max, almost out of breath “you think it’s just the two of us trying to save your ass?”

The three of them get to the tree line… the SUVs are all engulfed in flames. The men fall to the ground to catch their breath. Damian lays back to look up at the grey sky. Above him he sees Mike and his old friend Daryl perched up in the trees. They both climb down… “Alright, passports are set, Daryl got some legitimate ones through our connections. Boys, we are going to be living on a sweet spot called St. Peter’s Island. It is right by Lake Biel in Switzerland. I already called a buddy there and they have a 12-century monastery that was converted into a restaurant. Whelp, I pulled some strings and we own it… the six of us.” Damian, Lou, Max, and Daryl all look at Mike in silence for a second. They all break out in laughter… “That was a quick set up there Mike” Lou says as he catches his breath. “Well, it has been my dream to take over that place for a while and ride off into the life of a restaurant owner. Now you fine gentlemen will help me fulfill that dream, as brothers but also financially.” They all begin to laugh again.

Daryl’s brother Paul comes around in a SUV of his own, he rolls down the window “I’m going to the Swiss Island place too you guys!” They all chuckle as they jump into the car. “OK so before we make our grand escape from our lives to this Swiss thing, we have one quick stop to make.” The rest of them look at Damian… “What do you mean, we need to all get out of the country, especially you” Lou exclaims in a mixed bag of emotions. “Well, Lou, you’re my brother, Max was also like a brother, Mike was like a father, Daryl and Paul are my best friends… you all are family to me… Max, you remember that meeting we had in DC with O’Neil about how I will take out the Domingo twins?” Max looks at him with hesitation, “Well I decided to look into O’Neil’s office… I was able to find his secret file cabinet behind the 6 foot picture of his family…” “Please tell me you did not snoop around in the assistant director of the CIAs office” Lou exclaimed as they are about to pull up to the private airport. “Yes, yes I did… and a good thing… I know everyone was freaking out about my paranoia and how I was killing too much, but this was valid… I had a hunch and boy was I right.”

They all get on the private jet. “Hey Captain, before we head to our original destination, we need to make a quick stop in Peru” Damian says as he buckles in and takes a sip of champagne. “Why the hell would we go to Peru bro, that is exactly where Max told his boss we are all going to be… where Max is supposed to take you and me out” Lou utters as he clenches his jaw. Max, Mike, Daryl, and Paul lean in with anticipation of the master plan that Damian seems to be hinting at. “Well guys, we all know O’Neil… he’s going to want to see the bodies first hand… we also know that he has no patience… that goon back there you guys sniped that was kicking the crap out of me, he talks too loud.” They all lean in wanting to hear more from Damian. “I overheard him say to ‘O’ that he will take me out here and then when Max and Lou show up in Peru that is when the rest can strike. At first I thought we were all done for. Then I was able to hear the response… ‘O’ said he’s going to do this alone, he said no one else knows and that’s the way it will be. His last words were… we have too much money invested in this, I cannot let anyone know about our operations.”

Mike takes a swig of his beer… “so you’re telling me that suit, pen pusher, son-of-a bitch O’Neil thinks he can take out Max and me alone?” Damian leans back in his chair, finishes his drink… “seems like it… and he’s waiting at the airport in Peru, probably going to follow you two to what ever place you set up thinking you are coming to save me. However, what he does not know is what we have on this plane… Paul, it’s your time to shine.”

While they are all the best of the best at what they do… ironically it is Paul, Daryl’s twin, that has the least gun experience, has mastered taking a shot while moving within a plane. “And they say a genius cannot shoot… he calculated the wind speed, gravitational pull, all that mumbo jumbo lingo we all don’t know about…” Watch what he does.

As the jet s approaching the runway they spot O’Neil smoking a cigarette in a rental. “Well that’s not good for your health” Mike said as they all are looking out the windows. Paul has his sniper rifle loaded and in place on the floor right where the exit door opens. Max hits the button to open the door as the plane swings around to head to the hanger… Lou pushed the door open and all of them wave out of the moving plane towards O’Neil.

O’Neil’s eyes widen and the cigarette falls out of his mouth as through the crowd, through the chain-link fence, and through the driver side window a pop and a zip sound is heard. As the plane keeps rolling they see O’Neil’s head fall forward, leaning on the steering wheel. Blood trickling from both ears and the bullet hole between his eyes. “Job well done Paul, lets get to that restaurant, I am hungry” Mike exclaims. They close the door and the plane circles back around. “Lets go to Switzerland” Damian says as he hugs Lou. “You are my brother Damian, nothing will ever change that.” Damian looks at them all as the plane takes off… “we are all brothers.”