"Why? I trusted you Jekan!"
"You raised me to kill innocent people. You are going to pay for all those deaths."
"Using the techniques I taught you?! You must be insane."
"That may well be true. But you will DIE!"
Jekan lunged, slicing Hamid's cheek. Blood stained his face and shirt. He grinned, pulling out a knife. He dug it deep into his foe's shoulder. Jekan lifted him by the shirt and threw him against the wall. Red spurted from Hamid's lips. The wall exploded next to him, showering the man with bits of burning shrapnel. Jekan threw a miniature firebomb. Fire filled the room. The last thing Hamid saw was Jekan, shirt covered in blood, his hair billowing in the fiery wind, staring coldly back at him. Jekan ran out the hole next to Hamid and left the burning body to be discovered by his colleagues.

























