Special Forces Elite Weapons Tech. I serve the U.S. Armed Forces, though I dont exist on the pay role. Im a black opps so to say. i wonder How long i will be in japan. It seems the U.S. has an interest in a few yakuza leaders. The air is a bit damp and a roof top is no where for a man to make a living. There was a meetin going on across the street and my 50 Cal anti matter rifle sits in the weather. Some might ask what is it that make a man a cold hearted killer, I would have to say its having a chance to not take the shot but taking them any way. i could vanish and no one would be able to find me. but yet im here and on this roof top waiting for my call to take out the targets. Twenty Minutes pass before my light goes green, must be i was bought by some one with in the meeting cause as soon as they signed some will for their shares of stock is when i got the go ahead. I pull back the bolt and slid in a bullet. sliding the bolt back to the lock and waited for the click, lifted the stock to my shoulder and aimed for the eye. pulling the trigger and watching the glass shatter. not much of a sight, repeating the process again then moving aim for the door waiting for the armed escorts to come out then the last target.. " laughs a bit" wasnt much left after the round found his face. I quickly placed a timed charge on the gun, just enough to burn the prints off and render the weapon useless, Then I got up and moved to the stair well. moved back down and headed off to my room for a much needed drink.......

I got back to the U.S. about 2 months ago before the shipped me out to South America Two days ago. Me and a few rookies are supposed to take out some cartel labs. its 500k if I live. We are just outside of the main fuel depot for the labs placing remote charges. seeming I have the propper intel.; i have the remote for them. I sent goup Bravo to the first lab and i took Alpha to the second one. needless to say, one of the newbs decided to make some noise in my teem, so i Wrote him off as a casualty of the mission, an extra 200k, but if he had kepted his mouth shut, he would have atleast lived a lil longer. after the charges were set. I led the boys to the L.Z.. the blew the charges.. watching the looks on their faces as we were in the air. i laughed a bit, but i new it wouldnt slow the drugs down one bit. It hurts knowing i had to take out one of my own that day, but i also knew if he had stayed alive, he could have caused all of us to get killed, the rest of my team seen that, that must have been why they never told any one. either that or the point that during debreifing. i was no where to be found and i wasnt on the roster of men sent out.......

Im in D.C. On call as back up for some peace meeting. But im in a local bar shooting the shit with some other black opps, though we never bring up what we are, the bar code tattoo gives us away to each other, an ownership tag on our neck. I met my first and last wife there. it was a case of the oops. i bumped into her making her spill her drink, so I insisted on buying her some new ones. we shared most of my mission together. I was payed well, though this time I didnt kill a damn person. I told her I was a bussiness man and that i owned alot of bussinesses out of the country and that i had to check up on some from time to time. the government even gave me an ID. just for her so she could call me something. her name was Julia. she was like a flower, beautiful inside and out. later that year, we even got married. Though my Boss did not like the idea of us together, he tried to be supporting as possible.......

Me again. Im just outside of the G.L.A. HQ. ( Global Liberation Army Head Quarters) Julia thinks im at some Meeting in Rome. It seems they have weapons that belong to the US and my buyers want them disposed of before they wind up starting world war 3. I cant log what kind of weapons they are, but you could guess what they are if they sent only one man in to fix this problem.... Day two of the opperation. It looks like they are almost ready for the test of the devices, but what they dont know is that its leeking all over them. I cant log what i did or what i did that night, but im told there is a big surprise for me back in the us when i get home... next month: I got off the plane in a suit and tie only to be taken into custody by the police. I was confused as to why i was under arrest. as i got into the room where they ask the stupid questions. I seen all the weapons that i used in most of my missions in the past. I stood up and asked for my one phone call, but the officer told me that i was to wait till they read my my rights. I sat for a few hours then a man came in. read me my rights and asked me about my wife, if I loved her. I said yes, then his next question put me to the floor. he asked why i killed her...........

It seems my own people betrayed me, took my only love and now i sit in a federal prison some where in the desert. though i told the guards the day i showed up that by the time they retired, some one would loose there job over me. This was the day I was waiting for. I had some one on the out side working on a plan to get me out of here. the camera in my room went down as my food tray was slipped into my room. No food as you guessed, a 357. Mag Assasin pistal. a box of bullets and the door unlocked. I quickly loaded the weapon and walked out of the small cell. three men with a change of clothing was waiting out of my cell. i put on the black on uniform and looked to the men, none of them were with my group. i never seen those eyes before in my life, but under the circumstances. I wasnt arguing. I quckly tied my boots and moved down the hall way with them, then watching the flank moving to the roof top with in record timing of one hour. we were lifted out by helix. The Helix took me out of the us where i was brought to a hotel in mexico. there is was shown to my room where i met him for the first time, his name. Marcello Lenno. He Gave me a new life along with 14 Mil. He never told me how he new me, just that he owed me for something i did that saved his life....

Ive been all over the Us killing those which killed my wife. Though none of them died fast and most of them begged for it by the time i was done. Now it seems i have a small price on my head, the CIA have taken up interests in me and are tracking me. Perhaps they will catch me, But one thing was for sure, They would have there work cut out for them for i was only known as a ghost on the records. Only Julius Capone Knows how to find me, but if the cia find him. then i didnt do my job good enough hiding him. Julius sold out his Mafia enemys to the fbi and he hired me in my younger years to keep him hidden from the top soil of the us. so i did as he asked. hell, i dont even know how to find him. thats what i call a job well done. Well. gtg. some ones at the door.....

Im held up in a hotel. Seems that asshole at the door was with Central Intelligence. The whole complex is crawling with feds and those bastards. Oh and to make matters worse. I got six black ops teams in the front line of fire. Sorry bastards, It took yas three years to find me, but i aint caught yet. They sent me in a drop phone yesterday, but they wont talk to me anymore. i killed the last person who called that phone. But for some reason, they aint usin bullets. they seam to want me alive, that what pisses me off the most. Oh and last night they tried to gas and rush, well i opened a window out front in the smoke and gas and grabed a meal along with killing two of their agents then returned to my hotel room. Like i said before. Im makin them work for this check......

Finally, now there getting smart. they called in the Guard. Im looking out a whole in the wall as i see a chopper comming in, ive made a score sheet on the wall, Cia: 29 agents killed. Fbi: 50 even and four US snipers. I loaded my rifle for the man in the chopper. Took aim. all i could see was the Name tag. J. C. Rufio. A tear fell down my cheek as i lowered the rifle. Jul's found me after all these years. He finally did it. All that was left was to see what the plans were and if he would kill me or me kill him. He hopped from the chopper witn a ten foot drop to the ground, rolling and ducking behind a A.P.C. he got on the mega phone and call me by my real name. John Melsonik. I quickly moved to the phone and called him. we talked on that phone for what seamed to be hours. he told me that i am wanted in every state for murder 1 charges, but when he told me the bad news is when i fell to my knees and places the clips in my 357. He told me that my wife was Pregnant with my chind. this hurt me like some one had torm a bone right from my chest. I asked him if he knew who pulled the trigger, he gave me a name. that was his first mistake, the second was calling off the hounds from myt window. i walked to my closet and put on the uniform of my past.

With the suit on and my weapons placed on my person, i turned the ac on all theway and used toilet paper to plug the holes in the wall. I slowed my breathing as my body dropped temperature and I waited for their strike. i placed a charge on the closet and filled the rooms with smoke screen gas. my body was about 40 Degree, low enough to loose taking from Microwave scopes. I heard my cue when the door opened shooting each person in the head as they walked in. then grabbing a name tag. i stepped out for a minute. I used one of there radio's to call in to Mobile H. Q. told them to check Thermal scans. they told me to run as one man pulled out a Mark. 19 and cocked in once. then as i cleared the area he shot into the door. it hit my c-4 box knocking me to the ground.

I awoke in a local hospital as the swat leader incharge never seen any of the mens face couldnt tell if i was me or the lad i killed. But he told me they never found the remains of anyone from with in that room and its safe to assume that the perp never made it out of the blast radius. I got patched up and sent on my way where i went to a pick up zone for more cash and started my journey for the man that killed my unborne child.....

I got him yesterday, though the whole is not filled. im sure that my wife and child are happy that their killer will join me in hell where ill kill him for the rest of eternity...

Ive put all of my weapons in a ware house in the city of newyork just incase i should ever need them. all i keep on me is the few items needed for protection, though the fed never gave up. they know i still live. though i doubt ill ever fall for another trap while im here. well, looks like this is fairwell for my journal as well, if anyone finds this. make sure detective connors gets it, he will be happy to know what the man was like that took out 40 of his men. Im not Crazy. Just dont piss me off..........