Judas was holed up in an apartment in Chicago, surrounded by enemies. They were coming up the stairs, through the windows. They were fucking everywhere. Then they were knocking on his door, weapons ready.

”You want me to play?” Judas shouts as he loads up an M16 with a grenade launcher. “I’ll play.” Judas smiles as he points at the grenade launcher at the door, saying...

“Say hello to my little friend!”

Boom. The door fractures into splinters, as his attackers were knocked back, those closest killed by the explosion. Judas popped a few morphine syringes so he felt nothing but adrenaline as he rushed out the door, shooting down attackers coming down from the hallway on his left. He got shot in the shoulder, and he quickly turned to shoot the bastard dead. “Get fucked, fucker! No one kills Judas except me!”

He was breathing heavily, but he was alive. The whole floor was littered with corpses. He had to move, or he was dead. He reloaded the M16, and slipped a grenade into the launcher attached. He heads downstairs.

“Christ.” He never prayed before, but he was sure as hell praying now. He got into a taxi just as the apartment he was in blew up, a few meters behind him. The taxi driver turns in surprise. “Just drive. For both of our sakes.” Judas told the driver, who happily obliged. “Where sir?” The driver asked.

”Airport.” Judas simply said as he took a sip out of his canister of whiskey. He kept the M16 on the floor in a duffel bag out of the view of the driver, who just kept going down to Chicago’s airport. A long drive, that was for sure, so he decided to sleep.

“Ey. We’re here.”  The driver said, waking him up. Judas got out, duffel bag in hand, and was about to give the driver the pay, but the driver shook his head. “On the house.” The taxi driver said as he drove away. “Time to get some shit done, I guess.” He said to himself as he walked into the airport.

Alessandra was due for a plane back to Las Vegas from Chicago. She was in the Windy City because she had to speak with a few clients about some business matters, all taken care of now and she was more than keen to head back to her family headquarters. She stood outside the entrance of the airport with her one suitcase next to her. She wore a fedora felt hat that covered her eyes. Her hair was down in light waves to add shape to her face. 

Her eyes were scanning a travel brochure she picked up along the way to the airport and she wasn't particularly caring for her surroundings. Then she heard the loud announcement speaker that came from inside the airport. "Final boarding call for passengers booked on Flight 836A to Las Vegas. Please proceed to gate three immediately." 

She placed the brochure into a nearby bin and calmly dragged her suitcase with her inside. 

Just as she walked in, she suddenly bumped into someone. She would have never guessed who it was if she hadn't said sorry. "Sorry sir, I-.. Wait... Haven't I seen you before? And why do you look like you're in a terrible rush?"

“You don’t know me. Sorry for bumping into you.” Judas said very quickly. What was he going to do? He scanned the airport. To the left were some dudes in suits, carrying briefcases, walking towards him. To the right were some guys in casual clothes, with duffel bags, walking towards him. He cornered from all sides. Almost. Only way to go was forward.