//------------------------------//
// Who I Truly Am 
// Story: The Final Crusade 
// by Enfield 
//------------------------------//

The walls were covered in papers and two tables had dust covered computers sitting in them. James had no idea what this was all for, until he picked up a scrap of paper from the desk. On it was his picture, above that it read; Experiment 101.
“What the hell?” James said to himself. He read the paper a little more then moved onto another piece. It was still about him. James was flicking through the papers when the Crusaders walked in. 
“What’s in here?” Scootaloo asked.
“It’s real dusty,” said Sweetie Bell. 
“James, was that you who broke the door?” asked Apple Bloom. 
James didn’t respond, he was still focused on the papers in front of him. 
“This is much bigger than I though,” said James, “I’m more than just a test tube baby.”
“What are talking about James?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Listen to this,” James said, “Experiment 101 has all the signs of the Dominate Trait Acceleration experiment being a success, the only downside is that we are able to tell that he’s going to physically show these traits in terms of hair and eye color as well as the possibly to speak a few different languages. If we could reverse this we would but I think that 101 might object. We give thanks to the people who gave their reproductive cells in order for 101 to grow, it is a shame that experiments 1-100 all died and therefore, failed. As for 101, whoever his parents are, I hope they are taking good care of him.” 
A second paper had the donors of the reproductive cells. It was this paper that explained everything about James and his unusual traits. One of the four was a Russian man who was ex-KGB agent and current GRU operative, the second was a German who was a sniper in GSG-9, the two female egg cell donors were part of MI6 and related to James’ grandfather. James never knew that his grandfather was a part of MI6 but he didn’t know he had aunts in MI6, it seem ridiculous but James now knew why his parents wanted him dead; He was capable of anything.

James huffed and dropped the papers. He sat on the desk and rubbed his brow, he had no idea about his life and now it seemed as if he was nothing more a science fair project. 
He stood up and looked at the computers. In those computers was everything about James when he was being bred. The papers had every last scrap of info about James on them, James then realized what he must do in order to forget everything.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to the Crusaders. They looked at one another and were a little surprised when James got back with a couple of metal bats, a sledge hammer, and a large crowbar. 
“What are you going to do?” Scootaloo asked. James said nothing but he handed her the crowbar, he then gave Sweetie Bell and Apple Bloom the bats. 
“It’s not a case of what am I going to do, it’s what we’re going to do,” James said, and with that he smashed one of the hard drives. The Crusaders caught on and soon they were smashing everything in the room with James and enjoying it. After all the computers were crushed by James’ sledge hammer, he took the tools from them and went downstairs, he retuned a few minutes later with the weed burner.
“Now for the papers,” said James. 
James broke the windows open and ushered the Crusaders out of the room so he could set fire to the papers. After James vented the room, he started up his weed burner and set the papers on fire. Several minutes later James emerged from the room, blacked from smoke and out of breath. 
“Tis done,” James said. 

An hour later James had showered and dressed in fresh clothes. He went downstairs with the keys from his box jingling in his hand. James was glad that his past had been erased from his life, now all he had to do was fix up his future. James found the second box in the garage, this box was about the side of a small safe, James took the box into the family room and opened it up. He took out the contents of the box. The box contained an extra one thousand dollars in cash, immigration papers to enter Cuba, a set of keys and a small .38 revolver and more ammo. James packed this into a small bag with the contents of the first box. He hoped that the Crusaders had packed themselves some clothes and were ready to leave the house, it wouldn’t be easy for them but James had to do this in order to throw off anyone who might be searching for them. 

After packing his bags, James sat on the couch looking through the contents of the duffle bag that was full of weapons. James had grabbed his Enfield and his 1911 and was keeping them on him rather than packing them away in the bag with the carbines and shotguns. James had also recovered body armor from the trunks of the cop cars, he hoped that he would never have to wear it but he would have to size it down for the Crusaders. James heard the Crusaders coming down the stairs and he stood up to address his plan to them. Once they were downstairs James saw that they looked miserable and rather unhappy that they had to abandon what was, quite literally, their home. James didn’t like it either but the lies and deception of his life and his family kept him wanting to put it all behind him. 
“Okay, does everyone have what they want?” James asked. 
“We got everything,” said Apple Bloom. 
“I know it’s going to be hard to ditch this house but we have to,” said James.
“I don’t want to go,” Scootaloo said.
“I don’t either but if we stay then they might come again, except in force,” said James.
“So where can we go?” asked Sweetie Bell. 
James sighed and slung the duffle bag on his back.
“There is one house I can think of that no-one will think of looking in,” James said. 
“Which house?” Scootaloo asked.
“The Zecomecks,” said James. 
“Why there?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Because the last place people will look for us is in a house where Rod lives,” James said, “We know that he hates us but he’s not there. It would be too perfect.”