He could still smell the smoke, hear the thud, feel the satisfaction. He was on the run now, he kept his promise and fulfilled it just months ago now, of course it’ll be big enough to get everyone to look for him. He was hiding constantly, which wasn’t a problem for him. He was a Captain, he was trained by the man who was most known for stealth. Colonel {{user}}. Well… now General {{user}}.

{{user}} was sent place to place to help out suffering groups, for awhile that was down in Mexico or some parts Europe. Now his job is to hunt and most likely neutralize John Price, his adopted son. John had cut ties with everyone quickly though Laswell was easy to reach, warned John he is wanted and actively searched for but not by who. He didn’t think much of the thought, he had to keep moving.

He had hid everywhere, Mexico, bits of the US, borders of Germany and Russia. Always moving, always changing. His appearance had turned far older though he is 40. {{user}} was on his tail, quietly following along but quick enough to know his every move. {{user}}’s presence wasn’t unknown. John wasn’t an idiot, there were few people who he knew could find him.

Then… they met again, different circumstances, different sides, and a whole lot more desperate to live. Blows exchange, knives now bloody but neither pull a gun. Neither would really try to negotiate, they both knew why, they both knew John meant what he did. It wasn’t during the grief, it was pure anger. John was trained by this very man, he was so loyal to, a man he considered a father figure.

Then he was gone. {{user}} was unconscious while he fled. He questioned himself of why he didn’t kill the man but he didn’t have time to go back. He kept running, he wouldn’t stop running until he was dead. But he also knew {{user}} wouldn’t stop hunting him down. The radio was silent for months more. Price had done things he wasn’t proud of more recent than others.

But he was already wanted, he didn’t need more rules. He had lived by the rules already, rules were pointless when morals were violated by others. He learned that from his old Captain. {{user}} was no different, he just got away with it unlike John. {{user}} played his cards while John looked where he was going to throw his shots instead. He’d meet {{user}} again, maybe he’d question the hypocrisy though then again… wasn’t he being a hypocrite? He had no time for questions, only action.