Andrew sat in his bedroom staring at his twin Baretta's. They were beautiful guns with black etching and the words "Mom" and "Dad" etched on each one. He sat, wearing blue jeans, a white tee-shirt and a black jacket. He stared at the clip of custom bullets, each one with its own design.

"Who am I?" He asked himself.

But he immediately knew the answer.

"A Killer."

Victor Smith enters the old mill that now serves as the headquarters of The Fraternity. He enters a room and places a breifcase on a table.

"A killer kills for no reason. An assassin kills for a cause."

He says to himself as he opens his briefcase to reveal a PSG-1 sniper rifle.

"However for every cause there is an effect."

Victor then loads his gun.

"Im the effect."

Ven sinked silently into in his El Comino and listened to the soft purr of the black vehichle. He pressed a button on the dashboard and declared in a smooth clear voice,

"Call Victor", as he drove towards a gas station.

Victor answers his phone after checking the calllerid.

Ven.

"Hello?"

"Its me Ven, I thought you deserved a fair warning. Load your gun and check The Loom." he spoke, with a bitter regret in his mouth. He hung up and chuckled a little to himself. He filled his car with gas, and sped off down the road towards the old mill. He had only one thought on his mind.

He had to kill Victor.

Andrew felt sorrowful when he saw the name of his dear friend handed to him as an assignment. He returned to his room, and sat on his bed head clutched in his hands. He grabbed his weapons, threw on his coat and hopped on his bike.

He sped off down the road with a single idea.

"I have to get out of here."

Ven reached forward and activated his GPS. He felt ashamed when he saw that he remained at the mill, and that he was Andrew's assignment instead.

Victor approaches the loom with his rifle in hand. He stops and stares at the code that is woven.

"Fuck!"

Victor grabs his briefcase, loads it up to his bike and races away from the mill.

He yells to himself as he speeds off,

"Fuck the code!"

[Cont. in Warfare.]

[Cont. from Warfare]

Andrew parked his bike and ran up the tower-like staircase. He cracked open the creaking door, and stepped into his room.

Andrew laid down upon his bed, hands outstretched, a firm grip upon beautiful handguns.

"From now on, These kill everyone. Friend and foe mean nothing. Only target."

"Victor, watch out."

Ven parked his car in the back garage and headed up the stairs. He Saw andrews closed door, leaned in, and made a light "knock".

"Dinner's in three, 'Drew." he intoned with to the reply of a hearty groan.

He skipped down the hallway until he came to his 'dorm', cracked open the entrance and went straight to his desk. As he placed his favorite pistols down upon the table he muttered to himself,

"With every target, the war progresses."