In his mind the single most important thing was his liability. The one thing he could always count on was being counted on. Now that, that was gone..what exactly was left? He wondered as he stood at the top of an overlooking skyscraper peering down at the night city life. Cars stream by like beams of light in the dozens. Fast paced just like he liked it. He thought how he was a civil servant by day. Carrying on all the duties as any cop would. Griping his badge in his hand pressing the spiked edges into his rough skin. The hatred he felt for who he really was overwhelmed him so he hopped off of the ledge, and headed towards the door. The wind carried up into his suit jacket tossing it around a bit. He reached for the nob and hesitated. Then his final thought on that roof top crossed his mind. A cop by day, a crook by night, what a lousy gig.

PART ONE: Dead but Still Kicking It was eleven twenty seven when he got the call. ” We got something for ya. Come on in for a briefing. ” Cheif Mason sounded fed up with all the departments lame brain ideas. If he would have any of his own he would of told them off in a half of a second. Anderson abruptly tries to stop ” Wait Cheif?” but he couldn’t stand up to Masons patience. CLICK! He hung up the phone expecting him to show, and with him that meant if you didn’t show you better have your stuff packed by the end of the day. Anderson sped there in his multi clolored ninety four chevy, then tried squeezing through the crowd at the office. Passing by all the rumours and stares everyone has heard about him. He had a feeling things were awkward between them but didn’t know how awkward things were about to get. He finally made it to the front of the herd and fell into the door. The damn bastards tripped him on the way over, and it hurt to add to the mounting embarrassment he was feeling. Slowly he twisted the nob not knowing what to expect. As the door slowly opened the cheif stood there with the same impression he gave him on the phone. Sick of the department as well as he was.

They shook hands and took a seat. “Why isn’t anyone else at this meeting? ” Questionable asked by Anderson. ” It’s a one man job. the kind of thing that can turn a reputation around like yours.” said Mason. ” That bad huh?” Anderson joke didn’t impress the cheif one bit. That kind of comment could of got a guy picked of of an assignment. “As funny as that wasn’t i’m not gonna hold it against you. You are still going undercover.” said Chief with a slight smile on his face. Andersons jaw dropped to the floor. He hadn’t been undercover for the department in almsot five years. He was the go to guy for this kind of thing. “Guess your shocked. Why the sudden change you ask? Simple no one else would do it?” Smuggly anderson holds up th O.K. sign and gives a wink. “Just perfect” sarcastically spoken of course. ” jus give me the suicide mission.” “Well thats not why they want to do it.” said the Chief. ” The why the hell not?” said Anderson.

After a long pause the cheif decided to answer. ” The hospital said they weren’t going to let us use one of their rooms unless someone was injured or in a coma so..” Said the cheif leading to something larger. ” you want me to play dead?” Snapped Anderson.the Cheif Stood up and looked him straight in the eyes then said with confidence in the plan ” Almost dead Anderson, almost dead.”