It has been 50 years since the whole investigation of Dixon's death.

The rest of the Dixon family remained silent, no one had seen them nor heard from them.

The exchanges ran more smoothly as the whole city flipped 180 degrees and became a safety hazard.

During the shipment, the tank shifts from side to side as Dr. Fielding watched it. Due to last minute plans Dr. Fielding had wanted to stay on the ship to see if anything unusual happens to the woman's body.

Her hair was mid length, flowing up in the water as her eyes are closed, her muscles had been relaxed, the scars on her pale, rich brown skin had gotten even darker and more visible, a whole tube was down her throat.

Dr. Fielding had checked for anything out of the ordinary.

Given that he is a very observant person.

For one, the woman's body did not decay, but it was stone cold.

"Hey old man, come one, we need some more of the Fluicine for the Maddison Crow Association." The man says.

The man was Trace Shaw, a man who was a part of the Silver Bronx mafia. He had killed twenty-eight thousand people and had eighteen successful exchanges which has made him one of the most powerful man in the city.

"Just get it from my desk." Dr. Fielding says, waving his hand dismissively.

"I have too much on my plate already." Dr. Fielding says.

--

Armrita is now fifty nine years old, her hair cut short and her almond shaped eyes had tiny wrinkles over her eyelids. Her lips were crimson.

"Come on Armrita, one more drink!" A bum says.

"Look Jeff, go home before your ass falls down on the ground again." Armrita says.

"Fuck you old lady."

"At least I have my priorities straight. Age is just a pointless number." Armrita says, washing another shot glass.

"You're right...I'm sorry."

"Yeah whatever kid, don't ya have a family?"

"Resa got custody of our daughter the other week."

"Damn that's rough." Armrita says.

"I know, I'm trying Rita, she lost her faith in me a long time ago."

Armrita sighs, cursing herself for being a soft person as she hands him another shot.

"On the house, looks like you need it."

"Than-"

"Shut up and drink it before the bar closes, I have to visit my brother tomorrow afternoon to download some of the latest software apps."

"Man I remember using iPhones and androids back in the day."

"Good times." Rita says, taking off her apron and pulling on her trenchcoat, putting a cigarette in her mouth.

"Where are you headed?" Rita asks.

"To my girlfriend's house, I still have a job so I can still find a place."

Rita smiles. "Well you never know, Mike probably wouldn't mind some company."

"I'm not using Mike as a sugar daddy." The man chuckles, sipping his small shot of liquor.

"Well he sure is lonely, maybe you could keep him some company."

"Rita?"

"Want me to give you a ride?" Rita asks, she wasn't about to let upset and drunk man walk down the streets alone.

"Come on, I'll make some pancakes." Rita says, the man follows her into the car.

"Rita...you shouldn't be-"

"Look Jeff, you're a good man, an amazing father at that."

"I wouldn't want little Yazmyn become a fatherless child because of how society is now."

"Sad...it's like we live in a anarchy." Jeff says, looking outside.

"We are in some sort of anarchy." Armrita clarifies as her hands tighten around the wheel.

"Yeah, Yazmyn shouldn't have to grow up in this."

"A child will eventually learn the horrors in life, hiding her from it will only make it worse. But you can teach her to avoid these problems in life, keep her from doing all of these things; don't let her become a part of society's twisted games."

"I will." He says.

"You should be careful too, drug dealing isn't going to help anyone." He adds.

"But I get paid, money is tight Jeff." Rita sighs as she makes a turn to see people lighting a building on fire, they all cheer and yell.

"Fuck..." Rita and Jeff both mutter.

Rita presses her foot on the gas and the car jolts forward before the people caught a glimpse of the two.

As they pass streets full of people running and shooting. Rita puts her cigarette to her lips.

"This world is going to shit."

--

Back at the ship, several people were grouped around a wooden table, exchanging cards.

"Well the last deal hit off nicely." One woman had said, passing up a card.

"Isn't the Fluicine meant for people to get stronger?"

Fluicine. A drug that has grown popular over the past ten years.

It's not for everyone, it has killed several people who has no experience with taking Fluicine.

Fluicine can give you a stronger immune system, making you harder to kill. It grants you inhuman strength for three years tops.

Fluicine has to be the cheapest and most used drug in all America.

It comes in many forms and it is only exchanged by several mafias. The drug is only granted to very skilled members of the mafia.

Fluicine grants you powers.

For instance, a man can throw another man to the other side of the wall using only one hand.

All thanks to Dr. Fielding.

Back in the room with the tank, the woman's body shifts from side to side. The two men look at each other.

"Such a shame she died."

"She had a nice body, I'd tap that."

"Fuck no, she looks like the type to rip my balls off and choke me."

"She was a crazy bitch."

"FBI agent huh?" He adds.

"Y'know Todd, I question your taste in whores."

"Same for you Ryan."

Then all of a sudden.....the body bumps into the tank.

The men paid no attention. The woman's hands ran along the glass, trying to feel around to see where she is.

She reaches down her throat to pull out the tube the blood swarming around her.

"Oh shit! Boss!" A man yells frantically.

The woman pulls out some of the needles that were wedged inside her skin like little needles in a ball of yarn.

The woman opens her eyes only for it to be a pale red, and they looked murderous.

She pounds her fist against the glass only for it to break through, the cuts barely affecting her. She breaks the rest of the glass, stepping out.

"Woah easy there woman."

She looks down at herself. She was naked, her face goes from angry to completely emotionless.

"Okay..."

Dr. Fielding rushes inside, he stops dead in his tracks as he stares at the woman.

"A-Akhita." He stammers, completely startled.

Akhita slowly tilts her head, her face in a slack jawed expression, her wet hair clinging to her face.

Her heartbeat grows slower. One of the men slowly inch closer to her with his handgun out of sight.

"You have to go back to sleep."

The woman lowers down, her hands roaming in the glass as she lowers her head. As the man touches her bare back, her eyes shoot up to Ryan, her hands wrap against a large glass shard.

She stabs him in the left eye, twisting it as she grabs a hold of his left arm that held his handgun.

She points the gun up, shooting Todd as she kept stirring the shard in the man's eye until it had became souplike and the remainder of his eyeball ran down his face like soggy, veiny egg yolk.

"Hey! I heard-"

Akhita shoots at the woman who runs inside and she looks at Dr. Fielding before pointing the barrel of the handgun at Ryan's temple.

She pulls the trigger and steps over the body.

"How is this possible?" He asks, backing up against the wall, she just kept walking.

"You're supposed to be dead!" Dr. Fielding says.

"Xavier." She begun. She reaches out for his throat, soon as her hand tightens around Dr. Fielding's neck to the point that she could feel his veins pulse against her rough palm.

"You should know that it takes a lot more than that to kill me." She says, Dr. Fielding gasps for air.

"You're such a pathetic excuse for a human being."

She squeezes harder, looking Dr. Fielding directly in the eye as she tilts her head. Soon, Dr. Fielding drops his hands and the marks around his neck grew darker.

Akhita looks down at the body.

She saunters over to the phone box, her wet hair dripping and blood was down her mouth. She presses down on the messenger button as she kneeled down.

"Still not dead yet...."