1 Retirment is Death.

Willaim Collins was the best of the best in the history of war. No one had killed more men singlehandedly than the legendary Revanet for over 50 years he fought on every battlefield he could find for chump change. The money did not matter only sating the hunger for blood.

From an attack on Moscow. to the assassination of the North Korean and Chinese leaders for less than 10,000 dollars made Willaim has the largest country ever. Stealing an experimental grade 6 mech core from the U.S for himself as well. At 100 million dollars to whoever could get him dead or alive. Many assassins, groups, and mercenaries hunted him only to return home in caskets.

Currently, that same legendary killer was now an old and weakening man at 75 years old. He stood in front of a huge mirror looking at the scars, tattoos, and muscles that were starting to leave him. Standing at 6'4 still straight like an arrow with no sign of back issues.

Large muscles that would still make people turn their eyes and enough strength to crush a skull in his hands from his own experiments and his secret power that no one knew.

"How the years have gone by?"

Reminisce of his prime when he could go against thousand of men, mechs, and tanks without a sweat now required more care with his stamina just not able to keep up with his techniques or might. His heart always felt tight and from his knowledge meant that if he pushed himself would be his end.

"I got one last big in these old bones. It's time to retire."

He grabbed the large blade from the 15 stabbed into the wall and threw it at a world map without looking. When the knife hit the map Willaim smiled showing off his still healthy and white teeth.

"Fort Knox it is."

Grabbing a syringe from the cabinet and pulling off the cap to reveal the large needle. Willaim held his left arm out and injected it into his vein. When the glowing blue liquid entered his bloodstream he focused on his internal energy and directed it to his heart where it spread to the rest of his body.

What he just used was one of the performance-enhancing drugs he had made in his long life. Having a photographic memory and having attended broken into all the top universities of the globe learning all he could he used it to better himself.

This attack would be the culmination of his life. He walked out of the bathroom and looked at his famous suit of armor that was known to all. He placed his hand on the chest and the entire thing become a wristwatch on the right hand.

"Jazz, how are things going."

A feminine voice came from the wristwatch. That was his personal A. I named Jazz. She was the only one e trusted and considered his partner. Her input mattered to him.

"Willaim, you sure about this."

"More than anything. Let's go."

He got dressed in a simple black T-shirt and some jeans placing his shades on to cover his bright yellow eyes. His barely greying black hair and beard made him look not as old as he really was. This was the end of the line. He stepped outside and walked down the stairs of his temporary base.

William got in his S.U.V and began to drive off while whistling a cheery toon even though he was driving to his death. He placed his right hand on his calm heart that was still beating strong, but he knew better. It was just quite that he had injected a drug that if was released to the public would save lives and kill more, but he would never do that. It would die with him.

It would keep his condition in check if he stoped fighting and did not use his techniques, but that would be worse than death.

"Time for the Revenat to reap one last job. Not for anyone, but for me."

He was currently in Kentucky just about 100 miles away from the fort as he already knew where he was going to attack. For the rest of the drive he just relaxed as much as he could so he would have some fun before going out.

Might be his heart that kills him or bullets. Willaim grabbed a recorder and hit play.

"The date is December 27, 2075, This is Willaim Collins better known as the Revenant. Starter and Ender of WW3 and killer of many world leaders. My heart can no longer keep up with my power and at the rate, I am going I have less than a year to live. At the very minimum, I will go out as I lived, in war. Fort Knox will be my grave and this is the Revents last goodbye."

Once his last recording was done he placed it on the car and wrote a note saying who wrote it. He stoped his truck about a 5 miles away from the base and pressed the button on his wrist where it became his armor that he himself made out of hunted tanks and mechs.

It was strong enough to take on a grade 5 Mech squad and with his skill gave him a monitor of mech hunter. He activated the invisibility trait and began to run toward the bae entrance where he saw two guarding mechs and many guards patroling in body suits.

'Won't help you at all-boys.' Taking a deep breath he calmed his mind. Jazz spoke up before he was too far-focused.

"Willaim, you do know you can just retirer in peace. No need to die. By die, I mean I do not want to die with you old man."

"No can do Jazz, didn't we make a pact to die together."

"Yes, but I was thinking you dying old, not going out to die."

"You know me, you ready old friend?"

"Did you just call a lady old?"

"You're not a lad-"

"Finish that sentence and I will start the self-destruct sequence early."

"Yes miss Jazz. Sword."

"Sword deployed."

A large black sword appeared in his right arm as soon as the sword appeared in his hands William's mind went calm and cold as he sucked in the air that was made to improve his intake of air better-improving performance and helping with his heart he made it move.

Willaim arrived in front of the two guard mechs and jumped in the air and slashed a total of 50 times with his sword going through the advanced mech armor like it was butter. A light black flip reaching the guards and a series of well-placed slashes cut their suits to ruins.

William tapped his sword on the ground and on cue the mechs, soldiers, and gate were cut apart to scarp. Blood and organs splashed everywhere as the small group of soldiers was slaughtered.

"Jazz, status report."

"Your heart is still stable. Your last dose of V-9 is working as you intended. Even if I told you not to take it unless you were sure it will work for a time. Right now I say you can release about 50% of your power for a few hours safely. Any more and the drug will start to wear out."

"50% is plenty. That was just around 20% and knowing I can unleash more is fine."

In his dantian a rumbling red energy began to pump through his veins making them surge while his heart began to rumble and beat faster, but still stable.

"Willaim, have let's have fun before we die."

"I was joking you know. If you want you can easily leave."

"I made a pact and I intend to keep it."

"Well, them let's die in war."

A massive alarm went off as the black suit of armor surged in red mist and all around the base massive mechs tanks, soldiers, and messages to other bases to send reinforcements. Only Willaim could take on mechs in just a power armor.

He walked in the base and more soldiers rushed toward him as they fired red and blood energy beams on top of 50 normal AP bullets that would not do anything. As if time stoped for Willaim he ran on the wall and slashed twice unleashing two red beams of light at the soldiers tearing them to pieces.

"Willaim, a grade 5 mech is about to fire right here."

"I know."

On cue a giant silver beam of light rushed right at William, but he just finally used one of his weapons. The core in his armor was one of the strongest as he stole it from a United States experimental Grade 6 mech. The reason he was hunted so much was that they wanted it back.

On the back 5 large cannons erupted from the back and aiming at the mech silver energy blast fired back with a 5 black beams that fused and shockingly cut through the silver one and hit the mech in the chest. The pilot was shocked, but before he could scream his mech was blown up.

Many huge tanks fired DUAP shells at him that he would cut through, but there was no end. Soldiers, mechs, tanks, helicopters, and reinforcements were rushing here. He would attack with his sword, laser beams, missiles to slaughter all who opposed him.

From the sky many jets arrived and locked on to him while a mech unit rushed at him and these guys were not like the others. They all piloted experimental mechs that were not grade 6, but not 5 either.

'There they are.'

"Jazz, I guess I need to push myself now."

"Be careful Willaim."

Willaim finally pushed his energy up tp 65% of his max and already he could feel the overwhelming power that he was famous for return. Sadly the strain on his heart was starting.

As if they disappeared from sight the mech squad and Willaim began to rush through base many times faster than sound. The large 20-meter tall leader mech suddenly rang a voice.

"Surrender, you're surrounded."

Not saying anything Willaim began to move in a weird way, his famous footwork began to push him faster speed than just brute force. Booster appeared on his legs and arms while his back cannons began to fire in rapid-fire mode at the 10 mechs.

The mechs were still inferior to the new better core in Willaims suit and it began to show the longer the fight went on. They fired with missiles, machine guns, lasers, bombs, and used energy shields to try to stop any of Willaims attacks, but before long one of the mechs was destroyed.

"IMPOSSIBLE."

In shock, one of them froze for a split second as that was his best friend, but that split was all Willaim needed. He charged and a second blue energy sword appeared in his left while he slashed an X cutting the mech into four even slices killing.

The pilot was killed as well and now Willaim was beginning to gasp or air..

"Willaim, you can't take much more. If you keep this up you have less than an hour. Also, I just hacked into the main server and they are sending about 50 more mechs of this same grade."

'Haiz, if I was just in my prime this would have been easy.'

"Jazz, I will go 100%, release all limiters in the armor. It's time."

"Willaim, even if I am an A.I What happens when we die? I do not know."

"Neither do I Jazz, pleasure knowing you all these years."

"Goodbye Willaim. I love you."

Suddenly Willaim's heart skipped a beat and it shocked him.

"WHAT!"

"Don't make me repeat it. It's your fault for making me sentient and self-learning. I have loved you since the start. Now kill them all for me."

"If you just said that I have to do it. Let's go all out."

The full force of Willaims power was unleashed, the mech core released all limiters making the suit light up in black and red mist. His heart was already straining, but he had about 5 minutes of pure power at hand.

Their conversation took less than a second as they were connected by a chip in his brain so he wasted no time talking to her. He vanished and 8 slashes destroyed the mechs sludge. For the next 5 minutes no tank, soldiers, or mech survived his rampage and even the 50 new mechs fell like flies.

However, he managed to last 6 minutes shocking Jazz. Sadly it was still sloppy time and Willaims heart ruptured and tore open making him stop. His last message to Jazz was just converting words for her. She knew it as well but hearing those words made her happy.

"I loved you too."

He collapsed dead at 75 years old after going out the way he lived.

If she could cry she would, but she did not and initiated the Nuclear Meltdown to make sure no one desecrated the body of her master and beloved. As for his S.U.V, it was programmed to drive away and was currently outside the blast zone.

A huge nuclear explosion that no mech core should be able to do incinerated Willaims body. Jazz and Fort Knox in a flash of red and black light that went for 50 miles in all directions. However, this was not the end for both of them just yet.