June 11
Remains of Highway 172
0245 hours

"Ben", Murray snarled at me. Usually, when Murray talked to me, he acted like we were merely brothers on opposite soccer teams. However, after I'd foiled his plans multiple times, he'd grew immense hate towards me, and attempted to throw me off the Emperor the Seas in attempt to kill me so I wouldn't thwart him again. But now, his energy and voice was cold and ruthless.
"Uh, Hi?" I said. I was unsure about our sudden confrontation and didn't know how to speak to him considering the last time I'd seen him he was heading to a capturing facility in the Emperor of the Seas. He gave me a cold glare and then a smile. "You haven't figured out my plans yet Ben?" . To be honest, I hadn't because I'd been trying to find the new location of SPYDER. I hadn't had the slightest bit of time to figure out something devious Murray was plotting, however, I'd figured that it had to do with blowing something up, like most times. So I gave him what'd I mustered: "Well, Erica palmed a tracking device on you and managed to find the location of a new SPYDER organization, and we know that Nefarious, Ashley, and Warren aren't incarcerated anymore." Murray gasped at how much I'd learned so far, but realized how much I'd also not figured out yet. Then he snapped his fingers. I turned to flee and find my friends, but was sent flying backwards. I landed on my back and rolled over, realizing there was a hulking brute stomping towards me, I tried to scramble away, but his mass lifted me up into the air and threw me into a nearby car, leaving dent the size of a walnut in the door. I tried to fight back, but he grabbed my leg and slammed me into top of the car. My nose smashed through the sunroof and my forehead broke through the car. The brute crunched my ribs, forcing a pained scream to emit through the top of my lungs. The brute slammed me into the ground and squeezed my neck like play-do. I gasped for air and squeaked, trying to get small cups of air through my mouth. However, when the brute squeezed again any size of air going from my lungs out through my piehole was immediately cut off, and my Adam's apple bulged and I felt my eyes about to pop out of my forehead as darkness closed around me. Then. I heard a familiar voice, it was a snobbish, sutble accent and my eyes widened in fear.