Free Codename: Omega (feat. The Apiary Society) by Bernard Schaffer Page B

except for an olive drab rifle bag.  “I feel like I just left.  What happened?”
    “They ran me out of town.  I took over prosecuting Nazis at the Nuremburg Trials.  Look at this place,” he said softly.  “Old and run down, just like me.  Not for long though.  They’re starting up a new Agency and basing it here.  Some good people are involved, Sean.  I could talk to them and see if there’s a place for you there.”
    Price emerged from the shadows carrying his rifle bag.  He held it up and said, “Guess what’s in here?”
    “So it’s real?” Donovan said. 
    “Sort of.  We were told it had the power to kill God.  That’s incorrect.”  Price slid the rifle bag across the floor.  “It has the power to kill a god.  Not sure about any of the other ones.”
    Donovan opened the bag and looked down at the object within, a long spear composed of what looked like petrified vegetation.  “What the hell is it?”
    “It was said that Baldr was so beloved that all of the plants and creatures on earth swore never to harm him.  Loki, the trickster, hated Baldr and found the one thing that was too inconsequential to be considered dangerous.  Mistletoe.  He made a spear from it and Baldr’s fate was sealed.”
    Donovan shook his head and smiled, “Just goes to show you Hitler was nuttier than a fruitcake.  What kind of idiot…what are you doing?”
    Price stripped off his shirt and threw it to the floor.  “It’s time, Bill.”
    “Time for what?”
    “My time.  I’m done, and I want you to be the one to do it.”
    “No,” Donovan said.  He stepped back from the bag, “No way.  I can’t.”
    Price lowered his head, “Please, Bill.  After all these years, I’d like it to be here, where it all started.  And I’d like it to be a friend instead of an enemy.”
    “Ask someone else, then.”
    Price smiled sadly, but did not speak. 
    Donovan picked up the spear.  “Are you sure?” he said quietly.
    Price nodded.  Donovan lined up the spear’s tip with Price’s heart and took two steps forward, about to launch the spear, when a familiar figure stepped into the doorway behind him.  Price jumped forward just as Donovan’s head burst into fragments.   
    Amelie Brevot stood over Donovan’s twitching body, holding an enormous, smoking pistol.  Luminous green fluid leaked across the tile floor, mixing with brain matter and blood.  She lifted the gun at Price and said, “We have done this all before, so do not waste my time, oui ?”
    Price did not move.  “Except last time, you were surrounded by your goose-stepping friends.  Did you bring them too?” 
    “Of course not, Omega.  They were simply a means to an end.  All the little mortals with all their little games.  They are nothing like me.  Nothing like us .”  Amelie circled around him, stepping over Donovan to pick up the ancient spear.  She tossed it away in disgust, “And look at you, ready to give up.  You are a god, but you act like their dog!  This is why I do not care about the Nazis or the Communists or anyone else.  It is the ideology of mice to me.  It should be to you as well.”
    Price took a deep breath and sighed, “Is this the part where I make a witty remark about you being crazier than a June Bug in May, or were you able to work that out by yourself?”
    She pointed the gun at his head, “You are weak.”
    “And you are a nut.”
    Amelie cocked the hammer back on the weapon.  “Do you like my new toy?  It was invented just for you by the Japanese at Unit 731.  They found your blood sample oh-so-interesting, Omega.”  She pulled a bullet out of her pocket that was the size of a small artillery shell.  She showed Price the bullet’s clear center, filled with the same green fluid surrounding Donovan’s corpse.  “After this hits your bloodstream, you will just like any other mortal, and of no future use to me.”
     “It’s nice to know they were doing something at Pingfang