Ohh.... My head is pounding. There's a loud ringing in my ears. And my shoulder is stinging. What happened?.......... I try to remember, but my head hurts too much. I vaguely remember getting home. And....someone was there.......KYLE! I immediately remember everything. I came home and Kyle was waiting for me. Kyle, my best friend. We sat down and were catching up, then..... an explosion. My eyes snap open, and all I can see is smoke, fire, and rubble. My entire living room, or as much as I can see, is in ruin and clouded by smoke. But I don't see Kyle. Although, he could be laying right in front of me, for all I know. There is so much smoke, its hard to see. I try to move, but cant. I lay my head back and cover my eyes with my arm. What even happened? My did my house get bombed? And by who? All of a sudden, I hear a cough, and someone is shaking me, holding my head. "Spens?! Spenser, wake up! We need to go! Come on, you fuck. Get up!" I open my eyes, and stare into the dark green eyes belonging to Kyle. I smirk. "You're alive! Man, I am so relieved." I cough a bit, hacking up smoke. Kyle looks really concerned. And for Kyle to be concerned, I should definitely be so, too. "Spenser, we gotta leave. Now. They found us, man." Kyle says with a distinct tone that I feel I should be following. I try and comprehend what's happening.  I raise my head, and see why I couldn't move. I am pinned under my desk, or whats left of it. The large metal desk is on top of me, and while it isn't breaking my spine or anything, it hurts. Kyle quickly scans the situation. He grabs a long piece of metal and uses it as a crowbar to lift the desk up. He pushes it off of me, and I gasp in air, not realizing that the desk had been restricting my breathing. I slowly get up, and Kyle grabs my shoulder as I almost fall. I hadn't realized it before, but Kyle has a large cut on his arm and quite a few scratches on his face. Blood trickles from his nose, and his hair is all messed up. I only now realize that I have blood all over my arms and hands from cuts. I bring my hand to my head, and it comes away bloody. Kyle and I have taken a lot of damage, and we need to get out of my house. Kyle shakes me. "Spens! Dude, we gotta leave NOW! They found us, man. I don't know how, but its the guys who've been after us for years. They somehow found us." My eyes go wide when I hear that. The people Kyle is talking about are the ones who who have been chasing us and tracking us for our earlier crimes. They were brutal, and at one point, they tried electroshock on me. I hate them. And now they found me. Kyle and I head to the garage, and arm ourselves with whatever weapons and supplies we can carry and more. I grab my rocket launcher and my mini gun, as well as my grenades and my pistols. Kyle grabs a few missles and a bit of other stuff. Kyle hops in his truck, which he had parked right next to my garage. I don't know how I didn't see it. I hop on my motorcycle, and I place my helmet over my head. I gun the engine, and Kyle and I start down the long road from my house. Kyle is driving the truck ahead of me, and I'm following at about 500 yards behind him. I cant help but think to myself, "That escape was too easy. If it really is them, then we wouldn't have made it out of my house without at least some sort of fight. Its too easy." I'm thinking this over, and the torturous time spent locked up by Archive, the people who were after us, comes to my mind. But on memory stands out from all the rest........