A Scripta

"I want the ability to kill without compunction..."
Masonry's conditions to Styrm when "the plant" asked him to join.

(This takes place many many months after Frosty gets out of the hospital)

"I'll quit the Freedom Force."

Keen Frost turned to Masonry and smiled. "Mase, they won't let you. Parole."

"Hide me. It's another freakin' country!" At Frost's look, Masonry stood up and folded his arms across his chest. "Yeah, I know. I'm whining."

"You are whining. It's only six months. I'll be back in no time."

Six months. Did Frosty have any idea how much trouble he could get into in six months? How he could possibly mess up his parole? Only Jack could stop him now, and a lot of people knew how effective that was.

So when the airplane carrying Frosty turned into a small speck in the sky, Masonry looked around the airport in a killing mood. He hated everyone and everything...

The Isles.

He grinned ferally. Of course, why didn't I think of that before? If I tell the parole officer where I'm going, it doesn't matter, as long as I check in every month and, on the Isles...what's another few dead bodies?

Jack didn't like the idea, but, then, he didn't have much of a choice. Mase contacted a few people who got him passage to the Isles. For about two weeks, he lived in Port Oakes, beating the few Family and Council that he found. Then some Hellions started hanging around him. Thought he was cool. Thought he was strong and could handle himself - and protect them from other sharks in the water.

So he does. As long as they do what he says and they keep the doe-eyed worship that they came to him with. Otherwise... what's another few dead bodies?