Jack was on his way home when he got a call from an unknown number. He listened to garbled instructions as he pulled into his driveway. "Listen to me carefully, In-A-Box. If you step inside your house, a bomb will detonate the moment you close the door. I want you to remain casual. Someone is trying to kill you and I think I know who. Wait for a moment before leaving your driveway, there are eyes everywhere." Her voice was young over the cellular phone. Jack looked slyly out his window to see if she was telling truth. "How do you know who I am?" He asked in his gruff voice. "I know what they did to your family." She replied. --Visions of his past came back to him as he recalled the unfortunate series of events that unfolded 10 years ago. Jack was on vacation in Florida with his family. His lovely wife, two handsome teenage sons and baby daughter, Wendy. They were in the marina when the tragedy occurred. Jack was purchasing lunch while his family sat at a table. A group of five wearing tourist facades walked to the family and opened fire on them. Jack's heart stopped as a bullet touched his chest. He spun around to the floor as he watched helplessly his family be slain. The men unleashed their storm of fire on other innocent customers. One of the antagonists walked to the dead body of Jack's wife and swiped his daughter from her dead arms. His eyes met Jack's eyes as he held the screaming baby. The man's hair red as flames, his face painted white and his clothes, a sickening yellow and red stripe. Jack lost part of his soul as he died that day. ---Ten Years Later---- Jack pulled out of the drive way listening to the woman's words. "Jack, the men who killed your family are all dead but for two. The King and Red. Red was initially the leader until you did your damage on the other three." Jack couldn't vividly see the faces of the two men and woman he had hunted down and massacred. There was Chipolte, the blood thirsty mexican. Jack tracked him down in Juarez. He was easy. The second was White Castle. Shrimp-like american with a sick past of animal and human torture fetishes. His death proved simple. The third was D'Queen. A sadistic young woman with masochistic tendencies. Her death sickened Jack to the point of vomiting. Her laughing squeals as he plunged his knife into her chest still echoed in his mind. ---"Jack, I have found King. He's scared and sticking close to the border. I'll deal with him if you take care of Red." The girl's voice said. "How do I find Red." He growled. "He owns a fast food enterprise all over the Tri-state area. He isn't hard to miss in the restaurant near Boulevard and Tramway. I'll call you when it's finished on my end." Jack closed his phone and decided to take a trip to New York. It was time to pay an old enemy a good visit.