Ashley's family traveled from Boston to bury her. It was a small, intimate meeting. But everyone needed it. Rose and Dante joined Jackie as they watched the casket slowly sink into the ground. Jackie never wore suits. But today he needed to look nice for her. Just for one day. He kept staring into the hole, seeing the snow fall and melt on that warm brown casket. Jackie clasped his hands together, almost breaking his own wrists from the pressure. He hated the world for not taking him, and not her. Why did he have to suffer? Who is playing this game with him? Does death have to follow him? Was he cursed to live as the flowers around him wither away? It seemed so… Pointless. But anger was his only emotion. He wanted Rossi dead, now more than ever.
The dirt piled on the casket as Jackie and others watched from afar. He was smoking, looking as depressed as ever. "Rose," Jackie said. "You searched his phone?"
Rose, while reluctant to talk about plans so soon, answered his question anyway. "I didn't need to. Seems like she knew Dan wouldn't talk. She sent a text. She wants to meet at the cemetery across town tomorrow night."
Dante chimed in. "You know that's gonna be a trap, right?"
Jackie looked at the man, with a hopeless smile. It was an empty grin. He just had to laugh at it all. "I'm counting on it. If Roy ain't too busy, I need a conversation."
"Yeah, he always got time for you. Let me get him on the phone."
At the church, Roy watched on as Jackie gathered his material for a new disguise. Everyone saw his costume in the subway, the camera footage was plastered all over the news. Besides, the equipment was a bit busted up. First thing was the mask. Everyone knew the bandana, so he got a black cap and face mask to cover his face. Next, he got a new black hoodie with matching jeans. A new addition was the elbow pads. The body armor was repaired and ready for action. For the hands, he got black winter gloves, for the cold. To cover it all up, he got a pack of black plastic ponchos for easy disposable wear. Roy placed a M16 on the table. "You're gonna step into a fortress alone. You should properly arm yourself."
Jackie nodded, grabbing the rifle. He also grabbed two pistols, the Beretta M1951, as extra damage control. "I really appreciate this, Roy."
"No problem, Jackie. Just know, this may be the last time we'll speak for a while."
"I was told about the… end times."
Roy smirked, patting Jackie's shoulder. "The end is neigh, brother. Did you repent?"
"No," Jackie replied. "There's a church at that cemetery. Maybe I'll make a visit.
Roy laughed. "I can have one of my brothers drive you over there. You'd have to find your way back, however."
"Deal."
The cemetery owned by the St. Paul Baptist Church was a well maintained area. The winter blew on, with snow sticking to the ground. It was a perfect untouched shade of white. It glowed like glitter when the moonlight was kind enough to make an appearance. The dead trees swayed calmly. The snow fell gently. Jackie stepped in, the soft crunch of his boots broke the ambience of the graveyard. Under his poncho, he was armed to the teeth. His shotgun and rifle strapped on his sides. His pistols were held on his holsters. He still kept his glock on his side, just in case.
It was dead quiet. He hated the silence. He stopped in the middle of the pathway, looking to hear anything. Just like that, he heard the familiar crunch of snow at all sides. He ripped his poncho off and got to work, running to a tree for cover as a shot rang out. Russian thugs, protecting Yuliana at all cost. Jackie popped out and killed a man from afar, his blood staining the pure snow. Jackie's tree was getting ripped apart with gunfire. He moved swiftly, moving and shooting. As he got on another tree, A mobster ran up to him while firing to flush him out. Jackie swapped to his shotgun and waited for a gap in the fire. Once he heard the end, he revealed himself and shot at the guard. Half of his face disappeared and splashed on the snow. He was dead instantly.
UV moved up the cemetery, killing three more men attempting to retreat. He walked up the hill, seeing the church from afar, kissing the moon that wasn't far. He saw Yuliana, sniper in hand, aiming right at him. In a split second, he dodged the headshot and scrambled for a grave. More Russians were headed towards him, attempting to move between the labyrinth of small graves. UV used his shotgun, blowing the throat away from one, pumping the weapon, then immediately shot at another, destroying his stomach before Yuliana could fire her sniper.
Jackie ran until he reached a bigger grave to stand up on, using that as cover. He peeked out seeing five more Russians pour out the church. He pulled out both of his pistols and ran out, firing both of them at the same time as he walked them down. The Russians could hardly capitalize before all of them were wiped out, blood spilling on holy grounds. He walked in the church calmly. He headed upstairs and saw a closed door. Kicking it down, Jackie went in, pistol at the ready. Yuliana was smoking, staring at the carnage. Her men, at least 25, all died in one night. She saw the beautiful snow now spoil with blood. Corpses on the outside of a cemetery. She found it humorous.
Jackie approached her until he was able to connect the weapon to her temple. "I got questions."
Yuliana didn't even look at UV, just outside, seeing the snow slowly fall. "Don't we all?"
"What's going on? What was Rossi planning?"
Yuliana chuckled. "Yakuza. He was having a meeting with the Yakuza."
"Why?" UV asked next.
"I don't know everything, Ultraviolence," Yuliana said, glancing at him. "All I know was I was tasked with bringing those guns to the docks."
"Then the fuck the women for then?"
"Presents. We were going to use Quinn for the event space, Dan for the women, and myself for the weaponry."
UV pushed the gun into her temple more. "You're easy to crack."
"I'm dead. My crew is wiped. Rossi wouldn't save me. If you're done, pull the trigger."
Yuliana was serious. She didn't bother to look at UV one final time. He shrugged. "Fine."
With a bullet through the back of the head, Yuliana was dead. Her head leaked blood into the old wood of the place. Jackie had no time to rest. He was nearing the end.
Rossi was next.