Outlawed

Prologue

           Jacob Burnt was escorted into the room, underground and with pipes poking out everywhere. The lighting was dim, the brightest light shining from a lamp on the desk of the most ruthless and most cunning man in generations. A man that was an abomination to mankind, the type that reminded you what mankind could truly become like. This man, going by the name Killing Red, and as his name suggested, had killed thousands, staining his name for forever. This man, a tyrant, had stolen millions, billions of dollars in money and artifacts from over a hundred currencies. This man had infiltrated through high places, had eyes everywhere over the galaxy. His empire was complete.

           Many had come, trying to prove that he had something to do with everything, and many had been killed by the exact person they tried to arrest. Jacob was one of them. Had been for eight months now, gathering Intel, and reporting it back to his base of operations. No one would help him on this place, a floating asteroid, big enough to hold its own atmosphere, and big enough to hold all the universe's filth and criminals. This place was the space where the all the top notch gangs and terrorists has their base of operations. The place, called the Rock, was the place where every thief, assassin, murderer, and smuggler could feel to some level, safe. Safe from imprisonment. Safe from the hands of the police, Enforcement, justice.

           However, they were not safe from the hands of their own kind. Yes, no justice system has been able to infiltrate the Rock for long. The people of it were killed, slaughtered, tortured until many had stopped trying. But they were just as much in danger from themselves as from the police. The only people unharmed on the Rock, given invincibility to everyone, were the doctors and the nurses. If anyone harmed a doctor or nurse, they were to be hunted down with such ferocity until they were found. And killed. This place, it was now almost impossible to locate. Almost.

           Jacob Burnt stared right into the eyes of ice, the eyes of a man who killed and slept well at night. They were a burning blue, something made you want to keep staring, as though your eyes were locked to his. His hair, a dark shade of brown seemed to have been cut recently, as it was short, and was neatly combed to the side. He was sitting in his desk, his hands resting on his desk. The two men that had escorted him, now was standing beside the one and only door.

           The room had no windows, no obvious second escape ways, and was small and crowded. The only way out was the door behind him. Jacob Burnt noticed all of this just with a flick of his eyes around the room. The room was as silent as a viper, waiting to strike for a kill.

           "Jacob Fallingway." Killing Red finally spoke, breaking the silence in the room. Jacob said nothing. "It is a pleasure, at long last to meet the person I have been hearing so much about. Or should I call you Jacob Burnt."

           Jacob Burnt looked at him for a moment, and with all the conviction he could muster, he growled out, "If you are suggesting that I am in reality Jacob Burnt, I am here, in the flesh, saying I'm not."

           "It's no big deal, really, what your name is or isn't, a lot of my men have come to me under an alias, and they still serve me with stunning loyalty. It is people with aliases that I seem to follow around more often though, have tails on them for weeks on end. Though, everyone undergoes those procedures, if I'm honest, but alias people, I pay special interest to.

           "So imagine my surprise when I found that you, that you, were a spy. A man in who had almost made it past all the security, all of it until one night."