The Colonel woke up to an enormous pain coursing through his body. He looked around and saw Mr Black, grinning, enjoying this very moment, and clearly happy to see the Colonel to regain consciousness. The Colonel saw Mr Black and he never liked this guy in the first place. It was, so to speak, the hate from the first sight. And now he was at his mercy…and mercy there would be none. The Colonel knew Mr Black very well. He was a ruthless operator for the unscrupulous and powerful people, sent only for special and sensitive tasks. And now the Colonel was the task or, rather, a side job.

“Oh, Colonel, you are finally awake. Good to have you back - always a pleasure, haha.” His laughter echoed ominously in the Colonel's office, filling the room with his sadistic laughter. “Now, since we don't want to waste your - and especially my - precious time, could you please so kind so as to share the exact whereabouts of your beloved protege…whom you kind of betrayed once already?”

The Colonel, who was still struggling with the dizziness caused by the brutal torture he has just endured, could only mumble in return: “I already told you everything I knew…”

Mr Black gave the Colonel a very disappointed look and pressed his wristcom, which made the Colonel shake uncontrollably once again. The Colonel’s eyes rolled over from this excruciating pain and his teeth clenched. This time, however, was painful enough to suffer and scream in agony, but not enough to drift into unconsciousness once again. Mr Black made sure of that. “I have to disagree with your allegation, for the lack of a better word,” said Mr Black, still grinning and enjoying the Colonel's unfortunate predicament.

“So, Colonel, was I able to refresh your memory or you still suffer from this amnesia of yours?” said Mr Black with a devilish smile. He looked at his minions, who were grinning just as wildly. He then approached the Colonel, pressed something on his wristcom again, and much to the Colonel’s surprise a secret port opened on his artificial shoulder. The Colonel looked at it with a primal fear he couldn’t hide. He couldn't have imagined that something like that would exist in his artificial body.

“You’re surprised, aren’t you, Colonel? It pleases my heart. You see, Colonel, the government always wants to exhibit some sort of control on his subjects, especially the ones having access to the privileged and confidential information. More so on the ones who participated in any kind of Black Ops. You should know that…or maybe it is beyond your payroll, clearly seems so now, doesn’t it?

Anyhow, whenever the state replaces a part of soldier’s body, however dedicated and decorated they are, it leaves this port to reclaim its property should it need it again. And in case you haven't guessed it, the property isn’t those artificial parts, the property is you. I didn't know about it until lately…Kind of glad that I hadn’t lost a part of my body during my time of service… So, where was I? O, yeah, now…by plugging this little and apparently quite nasty device into this little port of yours, I will have full control of and access to all your memories, everything your brain stores. The reason I wanted to torture you a little is two-fold: first, because I quite enjoy watching you - or anyone else for that matter - twisting and screaming in agony, that's just little weakness of mine, so-to-speak, and second, because processing all these memories is still a very long and tedious process. And unfortunately for me, as I would love to torture you as more as humanly possible, we are a bit on a tight schedule. Somehow it works for you quite well and not so well, at the same time…To keep this short: tell me everything you know and I will spare your memories.” Mr Black stared intensely at the Colonel.

There was no doubt in the Colonel’s mind that neither him, nor his memories would be spared. That was it. His journey was about to come to its logical end. He was a soldier after all…and quickly remembering his illustrative military career he was suddenly became acutely surprised that he made it that far. But now it seems that he outstayed the life’s welcome. He had no regrets save for his betrayal of Johny. He should have done what he was about to do when he received this order from the top to meet with Mr Black. He did his research on Mr Black and he didn’t like anything he read in the file about him, most of it sanitized anyway. Eh, to err is human, the Colonel thought sadly, and I have never been a perfect man…

The Colonel was always known in the regiment to be a tough son-of-a-bitch and a very quick thinker, the Ultimate Motherfucker, as his soldiers often referred to him. He was secretly proud of this nickname, something he never admitted to anyone. His glory days, however, were long gone and he knew it. He got a bit soft in his cushy office, relaxed job, no field missions, and otherwise a very comfortable life. And comfortable life makes people soft - even those whom life hardened - be it soldiers or emperors. Cushy life makes shitty people. One has to be a bit hungry, especially if he is a soldier. The history has proven it so many times. Be that as it may, the Ultimate Motherfucker had still a trick up-to-his sleeve. The ultimate “Fuck You”.

He grinned and looked at Mr Black with a tired yet resolved determination, something Mr Black did not expect at all. “Mr Black, I will be much obliged if you could please go and fuck yourself…” With that the Colonel laughed for one last time, said the word “Maverick", and his head exploded covering the entire room, Mr Black and his crew with the Colonel’s brain.