"I once heard somebody said that 'If you know what is going to happen next, what's the point of living? Where's the fun in that, right?'

Well... If I can meet that person... maybe I'll kick him in the teeth. I mean like if you know the answers then maybe that person can be right. There would be no more excitement in doing anything, but what happens if you know that you don't have a future. Like me."

"I am currently sitting on a couch inside my room on the second floor of my now wrecked mansion." A man talked into a camera that was planted in front of him on a bipod.

"Professor Naz Galanthius! We know that you're in there! Come out with your hands up and we will not use excessive force to bring you in!"

The man now known as Naz, approached the camera and picked it up. He then proceed to walk over to a table adjacent to a window that was closed shut with metal panels over it and placed the camera on said table.

He then went over to the other side of his room and picked up a dummy about his size and put it in front of the window. After that, he grabbed a microphone and tapped on it.

"If you want me to show myself.... you will need to abide my rules." He then turned on a set of screens that showed the scene outside on his lawn, filled with armoured trucks and soldiers. He then pulled the mic away from his mouth.

"Dammit! I just finished mowing the lawn yesterday!" He then slapped his forehead and brought the mic over his mouth again and sighed into it. "First things first... I want all of your trucks and everybody else off my lawn and onto the streets..." Naz saw the leader look around to his soldiers through the screen and saw him signaling for them to back off.

Naz grunted at the sight of his freshly cut lawn... or what was left of it anyways with all those tire tracks. His displeasure can be heard through the speakers. "Damn you all for destroying my lawn... whatever, alright. I'll open the window so you can verify that its me or whatever."

The metal panels that covered the window slowly raised itself. As soon as the panels reached halfway, the dummy that stood in front of the window was instantly blasted in half with one crack of a rifle reaching his ears a moment later.

The upper half of the dummy laid below him and Naz sat down opposite of it. "This one was such a good dummy... I'm sorry Bob." He pat the dummy on the floor and talked into his mic again. "Ooof... nice shot! By the delay from the crack of the gunfire and the total annihilation of Bob... Rest in pieces Bobby."

Just then Naz's phone vibrated in his back pocket and he answered it.

"Hey babe!"

"Hey dude."

"Nice shot! You killed Bob!"

"Oh good... I never liked him anyways... too creepy."

"Soo Celain... how much they paying you?"

"Eeh... Two and a half billion just for your body and an extra hundred mill with your head still in good condition. So no hard feelings?"

"Nah... we good baby. But I'm sad to disappoint you because I can't let you kill me."

"Aw... why? I want the creds though! Because when I get'em I can just retire! Help me out and let me kill you!"

"No can do! But I can help you another way though."

As he said this, he heard the shuffling of fabric and a faint click through his phone.

"I'm listening..."

Naz was now going down a set of stairs to the main floor of his mansion with three screens following him and his phone in his left hand. Two of the screens in front of him showed a 180 degree view of the front and the back of his mansion while the last one show a few sets of numbers.

"Do you have your holos with you?"

"Of course I do... duh."

"Good. Now shrink it and put it in your eyes." He instructed her and waited for her response. Which came a few seconds later in the form of humming.

"Right... I'm sending you my dark account numbers and a set of coordinates to a private black site."

"Honey... what am I suppose to do with all this? Especially the coords?"

"I dunno... and the coords is a place to go when you're ready or when the machines come over to pound your sweet sweet ass."

"Oh shut up... I know you enjoyed fucking me both ways especially for the back~"

"That's why I'm helping you. So that those rustbuckets don't flatten your ass before I do. So make sure that don't happen. Live..."

"Oh um... yeah... well shit. Thanks. I guess... dammit! Now your making me all sappy and shit!"

Naz then heard sniffling and he chuckled. He finally arrived at his basement bunker door.

"Now watch!"

"Now... for one last gift from me to you! Farewell Celain and good bye to everyone in a 250 metre radius!"

Naz pushes a button on one of the hologram screen and then he chucks his phone across the hallway.

Meanwhile...

Back where Celain is laying down on top of an apartment roof. She sat up and looked at his house in the distance.

"-one last gift from me to you! Farewell Celain and good bye to everyone in a 250 metre radius!"

"Wonder what he's talking about?" As she said that, turrets came out of his rooftops and rained down a waterfall of steel as bullets and rockets flew everywhere, annihilating everything in a 250 metre radius but somehow... his lawn remains unscathed.

"So that's why he asked them to back away from his lawn... huh." Just then the holos in her eyes blinked and at the corner of her holo screen shows [You have mail!].

"Open it." She said and the mail displayed itself.

Celain,
I better see you alive when I come back or I'm going to dig you out of whatever grave you're in!

Naz.

"Ugh... that cheeky sunovabitch... fine. I'll retire now..." She pulled the holos out of her eyes and expanded it. She accessed the account numbers that her acquaint- no... her Friend, with benefits of course, gave her and her eyes widened as she behold the amount of 9s that appeared before her. "But first! What am I going to do with all this cash before I go to sleep...

Fuck it! I'll do EVERYTHING!"