text: Year 32
  
  "Okay, we're heading out to finish these assholes for good. You stay here and keep things running here as you do." You say.
  "Oh sure, keep me at home, to look after the kids while you go out and have fun." Vera says.
  "Well, it's important that you know your place as a woman. Speaking of kids, where's Kol?"
  "Gertrude is currently looking after him."
  "I swear I don't really like you leaving our son with her."
  "He's fine and she's been nothing but helpful. I mean hell, she's probably one of the few people I'd trust with him."
  "Dangerous to go around trusting the lot we associate with, but something about her bothers me."
  "You didn't even know who the hell she was until she was promoted to midwife and babysitter. Which is amazing since she's one of our older members that stuck with us since Holgard."
  "Alright, alright, if you trust her then I guess that's good enough for me."
  "No it isn't."
  "Yeah, probably not, but I don't have time to worry about it right now."
  "Why are you even going on this task? You said you had people in Jicol located at the docks to make sure he didn't try to get away and there are more than enough people to attack where the JCR are making their headquarters."
  "I want to make sure everything goes right. I can't just sit around barking orders while getting old and fat. That's how crime bosses assassinated. I need to keep in practice and my skills sharp."
  "Hm, I suppose that makes sense, but I'd say you're not really in any danger of being perceived as weak by any of our underlings right now."
  "And I intend to keep it that way."
  "I'd prefer it if you took less risks, besides if anyone was going to challenge your position you'd be dead before you even knew what was going on since I'd just poison your food and the shit would be over with."
  "Poison? Really? I would have thought if it was going to be you, you'd probably stab me while in the middle of sex."
  "Mm, too risky. Besides, that would just be foreplay not murder."
  "Well let's not do that either."
  "You're always so reserved. But if you're really insisting on going, be careful and don't lead the charge."
  
  Vera has been overly concerned with your safety ever since she had Kol. You suppose you get why she is now due to you being the father of her child and all, but sometimes it's a bit too much.
  
  "I'll be fine Vera, stop fussing!" you exclaim.
  "You sure you're not also going out of revenge?" Vera asks.
  "Revenge?"
  "Yeah, Revenge tends make people a little reckless and I mean this has been sort of personal since you learned who the leader of JCR is."
  "Mm, I mean it certainly was unexpected when I found out. Perhaps less unexpected when he wouldn't even hear me out, but I can't say this is out of revenge. I imagine he would be more motivated by revenge than I would, hence why he stuck around to fight. I'd say if anything I'm more motivated by tying up an old loose end that doesn't come back to bite us in the ass in the future."
  "I suppose that makes sense. Okay then, apologies for my fussing as you put it.."
  
  You kiss Vera goodbye and say one more thing before leaving.
  
  "Gotta say though when Sneaks ran away all those years ago, I never expected it was to Jicol."
  
  You head to Jicol to go meet Marco and the rest. Along the way you think about how history is sort of repeating itself here. A larger criminal organization crushing a smaller one. The only difference is you're the leader of the larger one this time.
  
  You have to wonder why Sneaks didn't just take off like he did last time. Unless he really is that pissed at you, which you assume he is, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered with all this and you would have easily taken over long before now.
  
  When you get to the simple home that the JCR was using as a main headquarters, you find that your people are currently arguing with some of the Jicol Watch. Great.
  
  "Keep talking to me like that you little shit, and I'll just run all of your assess in. I still remember you and your gang of hooligans breaking several windows and punching old people in the face a couple years ago!" one of the guards says.
  "Yeah well things are different now and YOU don't tell us what to do anymore!" Marco exclaims.
  
  You smack Marco upside the head when you arrive.
  
  "Yeah, but I do. Now shut the fuck up Marco, and what's the problem here?" you ask.
  "The problem is, your little crime war was supposed to be kept to a dull fucking roar and for the past couple months you lot have been murdering each other in the streets and scaring the shit out of the civvies! You also got gangs of thugs like these loitering around. Now I know we have an agreement that will keep most of the scum out of this city for good, but the mayor is getting very weary of this conflict and is wondering if he shouldn't just have all parties involved executed." The watchman captain says.
  "The same mayor that allows pirates and the like to use his docks? Please, the mayor is no fucking Joachimite saint. We moved all of our shit out of Jicol and now we're doing the job that YOU lot couldn't. We're almost done with finishing off these assholes, we just need to clean out this place and get their leader."
  "And we're here to see it gets done thoroughly because this needs to be finished TODAY."
  
  The watchman captain at this point signals to his platoon that all draw their weapons and then turns back to you as if daring you to argue.
  
  "Fine. If you want to help, I'm not going to stop you, but stay out of our way."
  "Oh I wouldn't worry about that, because you lot will be taking the lead anyway. Not about to have you bunch sneaking about behind us."
  
  Marco starts to say something, but you stop him.
  
  "But boss... " Marco says.
  "Shut up Marco. Alright, let's finish these fuckers for good." You say to your people and motion to enter the place.
  
  No sooner has one of your people stepped into the front door and they nearly get beheaded by a swinging axe trap. Unfortunately, they still get skewered by the spear trap when they ducked and dodged to the left.
  
  You shake your head.
  
  "For fuck's sake people, this place is going to have traps up the ass, keep alert!" you shout.
  
  For at least the next hour, you search the house disarming traps and uncovering secret doors. You don't find anyone though. Meanwhile the Jicol Watch is still standing in the front room getting impatient.
  
  "Well?" the captain remarks.
  "Well what?" you answer.
  "I thought you said the leader was here and so far this place is empty."
  "Yeah well I imagine there's a hidden trapdoor that we haven't uncovered yet. They're probably either hiding underground, or maybe even escaped through a tunnel."
  "Underground tunnel? There isn't much they could dig without risking hitting water and flooding said tunnels. In case you didn't realize, we're on a fucking island."
  "I'm aware, but that doesn't mean they still didn't do it. Besides all that, the leader has experience with underground dwellings that are half submerged in water."
  
  Before you can have any further discussion, Marco comes back to you.
  
  "Hey boss, we found a trapdoor, looks like it goes down into a cellar. Um, we also lost Orin. Got a bunch of spikes in the face when he opened the trap door."
  "Idiot. Anyway, see? I told you there was going to be a trapdoor." You say.
  "Hm, well you're still leading the way." The Watchman captain says.
  
  After a few more of your people check out the immediate room below, you descend down the ladder. You give a quick look and see that this room wasn't dug out recently. It was actually part of the original house since it actually has solid walls and a solid floor.
  
  However, to your left, is where you start to see the construction. You examine the entrance of the dug out tunnel in an attempt to detect any traps but find nothing.
  
  Your people go a little further and soon discover that there are tunnels going in several different directions.
  
  "Well, have to hand it to you Sneaks, you didn't just sit on your hands. You literally dug in deep to make it difficult to root the last of you fuckers out." You think to yourself.
  
  Given the extensive amount of tunnels, you're actually surprised he didn't end up flooding Jicol with a misplaced dig like the Watchman captain was talking about.
  
  You briefly go down one of the tunnels and soon find that you're ankle deep in water.
  
  This is going to be a mess hunting Sneaks and whoever else down here. In fact, you're starting to wonder if Vera was right and you shouldn't even bother being here. Especially with the Jicol Watch being involved as well.
  > finish the job
  You're here now, you might as well finish it. Besides, it would be best if you saw to eliminating Sneaks because you sure as hell don't want him escaping somehow to give you grief later.
  
  You tell your people to extra careful for traps and to keep alert, you then proceed to hunt down the last of the JCR.
  
  Things go very slowly, but initially at least people aren't getting themselves killed. Trouble comes when you actually come up against the remnants of the JCR who have made several cubbyholes and the like to launch ambush attacks. Not to mention you're practically waist deep in water now and as far as the Jicol Watch is concerned, there is no sign of them. Apparently they've all just decided to stay up top and let you take the beating.
  
  On top of all that, you still haven't found Sneaks. With only you, Marco and a couple others left, you're finally done.
  
  "Fuck this Marco, we're going back. This has been a fool's errand and we're done with it." You say.
  "But Boss, what about... " Marco starts to say before a loud explosion from one of the corridors suddenly interrupts him.
  
  You soon look on in horror as a surge of water starts coming at you. You don't even have time to run. More explosions are heard and then the water hits you hard. You struggle to swim as the torrent takes you, but with now water seemingly rising and pouring in from everywhere, you can't even find an air pocket.
  
  Several minutes pass and you eventually can't hold your breath any longer giving into a watery death.