"Don't make another move, Bland." Kelly said.

"I'm the one with the gun Kelly." He said back.

"I've done so much for you, now you hold the gun to my head in the end. I saved your life."

"Everything is just so confusing. In one story we break out together, you even told me a story about how you lobotomized me? Is that true too?"

"Put down the gun."

"I asked a question."

"The only reason you are still standing is because I have decided to spare your life so far."

"And what was with the guys calling me 'traitor' over and over? Was this everyone's plan?"

"Technically the traitor was your father."

"Explain." He said, not lowering the gun.

"From what they tell me your father was killed by Luther. They used Isaac to get close enough to him that he could be taken care of quietly."

"Kelly, you are an evil person."

"I don't deny that I've done some horrible things."

"But you saved me, so I'm willing to let you live." He lowered the gun.

"Thank you." She said.

"Under one condition."

"What's that?"

James punched her in the face and she fell unconscious. He walked away, questioning his decision.

Will anyone else die by her hand?

He sat down on the floor, his head buzzing like a whirlwind with thoughts and conflict.

What the hell is going on?

James never expected his life to be like this. He always wanted something simple, something he could wrap his mind around. He was never at the head of his class, or necessarily the best at anything. What little he truly enjoyed, he grasped it by the hand and told it who it belonged to.

Even with Drake's lies to try and formulate in to something that could make even the slightest bit of sense, he persevered.

He stood up, fire in his eyes.

They killed his director, and repeatedly insulted him by their constant attempts on his life. He would play their games no longer.

He turned around, heading toward the front door of the building, leaving behind a murderer to eventually realize what had happened.

It didn't feel right to him, letting Kelly just stay there with nothing more to try and turn her away from evil than a solid punch to the face. He felt like he should have finished the job, made sure she never hurt anyone again.

He walked out through the double wooden doors and stepped out in to a rainy night, illuminated only by the streetlights all around him, and the sporadic lights of cars as they drifted past.

The abandoned base wasn't in a very populated area, only some countryside surrounded it, and it was a long drive to the nearest urban area.

He felt at peace in the rain, as he walked along the road, soaking wet.

He saw the pouring rain create puddles on the sidewalk and the road. This excited him.

He almost missed the next cab as it drove by, and he hailed it. It stopped and he took a seat inside.

"Where to?" a voice said from the front.

"Fallen Leaf." He said, stating the town where his mother lived.

"Fallen Leaf it is." The driver said, driving off.

James almost dreaded going there; it had been so long since he had actually talked to his mother in person. She always seemed to have something to bug him about.

Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. She always wants me to get married, but the only time I've ever really talked to a girl is Kelly, and look how that turned out.

The cab drove up to the side of the road in Fallen Leaf, and Bland paid his fare and got out. It had been a long time since he had visited that the town felt strange to him.

He started walking down the long street towards his mother's house. He felt that he needed someone to talk to, someone he could really trust. If that was his mother then so be it.

His mother's house was the second last house on the right at the end of the long street, and that's where Mister James Bland knocked on the door at eight o'clock at night.

He waited a minute and the door creaked open.

"Jimmy?" A woman said, her face lighting up as she opened the door.

"Mom," He said. "I have the craziest life."

"Well come on in, you're soaked!" She said, ushering him in.

A few minutes later they sat across from each other in an old living room, in an old house.

"So son, tell me all about this 'crazy life' of yours." She said, sipping a glass of tea.

"I just learned that my unofficial girlfriend was actually an assassin sent to kill me, but fell in love with me. It's a literary trope turned in to real life. Not only that, but the company has been attacked by weird guys that call themselves 'Madskull' They killed my boss in cold blood too." He was almost bursting with excitement at sitting in his chair. His quirk had kicked in again.

"I don't know what to say James." She said. "You chose the life of a secret agent, I didn't. We've always chosen different paths in life. There's not a similar thing about us. Your life of some super spy like from the old movies isn't an easy one, I can tell that at a glance. You need to stand up and control your life, you can't just go with the flow or let everything just happen to you. You've got a crazy ex-girlfriend? Move on. Your boss was murdered? Move on. "

"How can you say these things, mom? Are you that cold hearted that you would just casually say 'move on?' What is it?"

"I'm just saying that complaining about life will get you nowhere. Doing something about it will."

"You're right." He said, and then the phone rang.

"I'll get it." She said. After listening for a moment she held it out to him. "It's for you."

He held it to his ear. "Hello?" He said reluctantly.

"I know where you are, Bland." A female voice said on the other end. "You will pay." The other end hung up.

"Who was it, Jimmy?" His mother asked.

"Just my evil ex-girlfriend that wants to kill me." He said with a smile. He was going to have to finish the job after all.

"Aren't you even a bit worried?" His mother asked, putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Once you realize that you're going to have to make a choice anyway, how can you be scared?"

"Huh?"

"I'm saying she's not getting rid of me that easy."

END OF PART ONE