??????? P.O.V.

As I stand at my post, I notice a bruised and battered guy walking toward me. I aim my AK at his chest. "Halt! Identify yourself!" I yell. He looks up at me unfazed. He continues to walk towards me, and I shout at him again. "Sir, you need to stop! You are required to identify yourself before entering!" He stops walking now. "Finally." I mutter. He smiles at me really creepily. "Roland! My man! Hows it goin? Its been a while!" He says to me. I lower my gun a bit. Who the hell is this guy? He knows my name. What the fuck. "Um...who are you?" I ask him, pointing the gun at him again. He sighs and crosses him arms. "Roland, I am surprised you dont recognize me. And slightly offended." His voice does kind of sound familiar. I rack my brain, trying to figure out who this guy standing in front of me is. Then a thought comes to my mind. Could it be.....? No....he's been gone for months.......the agency presumed he was dead......but, this guy looks just like him. "Kyle?" I ask, and the guy smiles. "Thank God, Roland. I thought I was going to have to beat you over the head with a stick to let me in. Yeah. Its me." He smiles, and I put down my gun. "Holy shit, man! Everyone thought you died! You were off the radar for so long, and we all thought that your mission failed or something!" Kyle shakes his head. "No, I just kinda got caught up in a lot of shit. But I have some great intel on the subjects. And a few extras came in, too. Sorka is gonna love this." I frown, and shake my head. "Uh, Kyle, you might want to kinda wait on telling Sorka. She's kinda having a bad day, man. She whipped a coffee mug at someone's head earlier. I was a little scared for my safety, so I offered to take patrol." Kyle puts his hands behind his head. "Roland, she's my girlfriend. She has'nt seen me in, like, four months. She'll listen to me." I shrug and turn to punch in the key code. I hear the click of the door being unlocked, and I step aside to let Kyle in. As he walks past me, I say to him, "It's your funeral, Kyle." He nods at me over his shoulder. "Uh huh. Yeah, whatever." He says, and he disappears inside. I relock the door, and turn back to my post. "He's so screwed." I mutter.

SORKA P.O.V.

*Ding* Another pop-up ad appears on my screen. "Fuck you, stupid ad." I say as I exit out of it. I reach for my coffee. Realizing its empty, I push back in my chair and get up to refill it. As I reach for the coffee pot, a voice calls from behind me. "Miss Sorka?" I turn to see my secretary, Angel, come up to me. "What is it, Angel?" I ask, preoccupied. She looks down at the clipboard that she's carryining. "Well, I just had word that the operating systems on Level 5 are going a little off. They seem to all have a kind of....virus." She looks up at me, unsure. I raise my eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'virus'?" I ask. She opens her mouth to respond, but then I hear a yell, "Hey, what's with my computer? Its going all weird?" "Yeah! Mine's acting up too!" "Mine too!" "Same here!" I hear all across the department. I look back to Angel, who has her hand up to her earpiece. "What? Yes, Ill tell her." She looks up at me. "Miss Sorka, the 'virus' has affected Levels 1 through 8. All the computers keep getting some weird message pop up on their screen." I set my coffee mug down, and I stomp back into my office. Angel follows closely behind. I sit down at my computer, and when I turn it on, all that meets my eyes is a message that repeats over and over and fills the screen: "Let's Play!" I grit my teeth. If this virus has been inputted into our data system, then it needed a master hacker to get it done. I actually only know one hacker other than myself who has enough skill to penetrate my firewall. His name is Thomas Ridgewell, and he goes by the name of Tomska. If he thinks he can fuck up my database and get away with it, then he has another thing coming. And just as think my day cant get any worse, another voice adresses me from the door. "Sorka. Looking hot as always, of course. Pissed that someone broke your system?" I look up and narrow my eyes at the man in my doorway. I push my chair back and march up to him. "Kyle. Its been a while. How have you been? Oh wait, you know what? I dont give a shit because YES IM PISSED! And, where the fuck have you been, asshole?" I punch him in the arm. "OW! Sorka, that hurt!" Kyle says, rubbing his arm. "Yes, that is the idea." I smile, then I pull his head towards me and kiss him. He puts his hands on my hips and we stay there for a minute, then I let go. "Kyle, seriously, where have you been? You broke contact and we thought you died!" I yell at him. He puts his hands up in defense. "Whoa, babe, I just got caught up in my mission. Some serious shit went down. But, you will be happy to know that I got all the intel we needed, and some extra on a few unexpected guests." He smirks. I raise my eyebrows and my eyes widen. "Really? What did you get? Show me." I say. "Okay, but since your computer seems a little fucked at the moment, we'll use my tablet." Kyle pulls a flashdrive out of his pocket. "All the info is on here." He says, and he plugs an HDMI cable into his laptop, connecting it to the projector. A file folder appears on the screen, and Kyle clicks on it. I sit down and stare at the screen. Kyle moves his mouse over to the first file. "Okay, first up we have Spenser Carnage." He clicks on it, and tons of stats appear on the screen.

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Name: Carnage, Spenser James       Real Name: Canton, Spenser James                               

 Age: 22 years old                                                                                                                                                     

Height: 5'10"                                                                                                                                                   

Occupation: None. Unemployed, but does occasionally commit mass murder and heists.             

Hobbies: Enjoys pulling heists, preferably on banks and high-stake areas. Murder.               

Family: Younger brother, Lui Calibre. Age 9. Older brother, Dean Rampage. Age 26. Deceased. Father, Daniel Canton. Age 61. Deceased. Mother, Emily Canton. Age 53. Deceased.                     

Status: Currently residing in Los Santos Heights, Los Santos. Living with younger brother Lui Calibre, girlfriend, and three friends. Said friends' status' can be found in their files.                           

Danger Level: Very High

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Kyle pulls up another file and opens it. "Okay, here we have Spenser's little brother, Lui Calibre."

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Name: Calibre, Lui Ryker      Real Name: Canton, Lui Ryker                                                                       

 Age: 9 years old                                                                                                                                                           

Height: 4'6"                                                                                                                                                                 

Occupation: None. Umemployed. Occasionally has helped older brother Dean Rampage in the past with heists.                                                                                                                                                     

Hobbies: Enjoys playing video games, pulling pranks, helping out on heists. Several accounts of mugging and shoplifting.                                                                                                                                     

Family: Older brother, Spenser Carnage. Age 22. Older brother, Dean Rampage. Age 26. Deceased. Father, Daniel Canton. Age 61. Deceased. Mother, Emily Canton. Age 53. Deceased.   

Status: Currently residing in Los Santos Heights, Los Santos with his older brother Spenser Carnage and his girlfriend, and three friends. Said friends' status' can be found in their files. 

Danger Level: High 

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I looked at Kyle. "Who's next?" I ask, pointing at the screen. Kyle looks at his tablet. "Mercy." He brings up a third file and opens it.

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Name: Mercy (Real name unknown)                                                                                                                     

Age: 22 years old                                                                                                                                                       

Height: 5'9"                                                                                                                                                                   

Occupation: Previously employed as an assassin, but recently dropped job. Unemployed. Occasionally commits mass murder and heists.                                                                                   

Hobbies: Enjoys creating chaos, confusion and fear. Often pulls heists with high stakes. Enjoys messing with police. Murder.                                                                                                                             

Family: No known siblings. Father, Name unknown. Age unknown. Deceased. Mother, Name unknown. Age unknown. Deceased.                                                                                                               

Status: Currently residing in Los Santos Heights, Los Santos, with boyfriend, Spenser Carnage, younger brother of Spenser, Lui Calibre, and three friends. Friends' status' can be found in their files.                                                                                                                                                                                     

Danger Level: Very High

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Kyle takes his eyes off of the screen to look at me. "Do you have any idea how hard it was to get this intel while not blowing my cover?" He asks. I shrug. "As long as you didnt blow your cover, I honestly dont care. Who's next?" Kyle looks back at his tablet. "Next is....Nym." He clicks another file to open it.

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Name: Nym (Real name unknown)                                                                                                                             

Age: 19 years old                                                                                                                                                             

Height: 5'7"                                                                                                                                                                     

Occupation: Occasionally takes jobs as an assassin, none currently. Occasionally pulls heists or murder.                                                                                                                                                                       

Hobbies: Attacking people. Skilled at mugging. Enjoys pulling heists. Murder.                               

Family: No known siblings. Father, Name unknown. Age unknown. Mother, Name unknown. Age unknown.                                                                                                                                                                       

Status: Currently residing in Los Santos Heights, Los Santos, with Spenser Carnage and girlfriend, Mercy, his younger brother, Lui Calibre, and two friends. Friends' status' can be found in their files.                                                                                                                                                                   

Danger Level: High 

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I turn to Kyle. "How many are left?" I ask him. "Only two." He says, holding up two fingers on his hand. I nod. "Okay." I say, and lean back in my chair. Kyle continues to focus on his tablet. "Okay, next we have Jonathan Dennis." He pulls up a file and clicks on it.

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Name: H20 Delirious     Real Name: Dennis, Jonathan Miles                                                                           

 Age: 22 years old                                                                                                                                                           

Height: 5'10"                                                                                                                                                                 

Occupation: None. Unemployed. Occasionally pulls heists with high-stakes and often commits mass-murder.                                                                                                                                                         

Hobbies: Killing people. Going psycho. Enjoys pulling heists. Takes great pleasure in torture. Mass-murder.                                                                                                                                                           

Family: No known siblings. Father, Michael Dennis. Age 62. Deceased. Mother, Carrie Dennis. Age 51. Deceased. Jonathan claims to have murdered them both.                                                         

 Status: Currently residing in Los Santos Heights, Los Santos, with Spenser Carnage, his girlfriend Mercy, Spenser's younger brother, Lui Calibre, Nym, and one friend. Friends' status' can be found in their files.                                                                                                                                               

Danger Level: Extremely High-Danger

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I sit up straight when I see the file on Jonathan Dennis. "Is that the H2o Delirious?" I ask Kyle, pointing at the screen. He nods. "Damn straight it is. He and I actually worked together for a bit. I gained his trust, then betrayed them all. I love what I do." He smirks, and I kiss his cheek. "I do, too." I say. The I return my attention to the screen. "Last one is Thomas Ridgewell." Kyle says. My eyes widen. "Wait, Thomas Ridgewell, code name Tomska?" I ask. Kyle looks at me. "Yeah.....Why?" I glare at him. "Because he's the one who fucked up my computers!" Kyle raises his eyebrows and smiles. "Well, lets just find out what he's like." He clicks on the final file and opens it.

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Name: Tomska or Tom           Real Name: Ridgewell, Thomas James                                                   

 Age: 23 years old                                                                                                                                                         

Height: 5'11"                                                                                                                                                           

Occupation: Master hacker, often hired to break into strong databases.                                                 

Hobbies: Hacking. Playing pranks. Making and watching videos online. Playing video games.     

Family: No known siblings. Father, Joseph Ridgewell. Age 65. Deceased. Mother, Amanda Ridgewell. Age 54.                                                                                                                                                   

Status: Currently residing in Los Santos Heights, Los Santos, with Spenser Carnage, his girlfriend Mercy, Spenser's younger brother, Lui Calibre, Nym, and Jonathan Dennis, a.k.a., H2o Delirious.                                                                                                                                                                     

Danger Level: Mild                                                                                                                                                         

Hacker Expertise: Master, very dangerous.

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Kyle displays all the files on the screen, and I get up and walk to the board. I grab a red dry erase marker, and put an 'X' through Spenser's picture, as well as Tom's, Mercy's, and Jon's. "Why not just target them all?" Kyle asks. I turn to him. I stroke his cheek, and kiss him. "Because, Kyle, you are going to target the other two." I point to the two unmarked pictures. Then I motion to the 'X'ed out ones. "These four are mine. Im going to take them out. But I want you to get rid of Nym and Lui Calibre." Kyle turns to me. "How do you want me do it?" He asks. I sigh. "The girl you can dispose of quickly, her death wont do much damage. But make the little boy suffer. Kidnap him, and bring him to the safehouse. I want you to torture him, then let his brother know what pain we're putting Lui through. Spenser Carnage will come for his little brother, and when he does, we will be waiting."

Okay, This is the longest chapter I have ever written. It took like almost two hours! The stats took me the longest. The names of the parents and the middle names are made up, except for Tom's middle name. That is actually his real name. But I hope you guys liked it, sorry its so long, and this is the last chapter I will be posting for about a week. Im going to North Carolina tomorrow, and I wont have my precious laptop. X_x But even so, I will keep writing in my notebook that Im bringing, so I can post it when I get back. It will also give me something to do on the plane. But anyway I hope you guys enjoy the story so far, let me know what you think in the comments, and I will talk to you guys later. Keep Rampaging!