The Agency

Chapter 1

A man sat at a party being put on by a few of his closest friends.  He watched them, playing in the pool, having a fun time.  He remembered each of them, and the memories that each of them had held for him at one point in his life.  But all tat had passed now.  He watched them, intently, as if waiting for some one do something.  But no one did anything that would call for any action on his part.  He was in a world of his own.  The man stood, but no one seemed to notice, he walked to the pool.  In a flash the water from the pool was tainted with blood and the man sheathed the sword that he had hidden under his long trench coat.
Those were the last of his worries, the last of his connections to the �real world�.  He was now a free man with no identity and no life of his own.  He was an Emancipator.  He was chosen through divine predilection to free the souls of the world and to kill the creatures known by only a few as Wels.  
The Wels were what most would call evil spirits.  They roam the earth looking for souls to harvest and ways to destroy the world as we know it today.  Only a few could know who the Wels were.  These people were gifted with a �second sight� of sorts and given innate abilities that made them faster, more agile, smarter than most other humans, but they are not without their flaws.  One hour of every week is spent writhing in pain while their body recovers from the strain of the extra energy needed because of everyday life.  That hour can be at any time and during any day.  Also, all who are called �Blessed� are cut off from the rest of society and must sever all connections with everything they have ever come into contact with.  This is usually done by killing off any contacts and destroying anything that would have their finger-prints on it.  All records of their birth, marriage, jobs, and social security number, anything that might in some way be linked to them, must be destroyed.  This part must be carried out or an organization known only as The Agency will kill the �Blessed� person and deem them as a security risk.
The man called John Grate was one of those �Blessed�.  He was only 19 when he was told of this, and now, at his twentieth birthday surprise party he was told to kill all of his friends, including his long time love Cheryl.  He almost couldn�t do it.  He went home that night, or rather what used to be home, and looked at it.  It was a burnt pile of charred wood and shattered glass.  In the midst of it was a piece of a picture.  It wasn�t of anyone he recognized, and by the type of picture it was it must have been from one of his yearbooks.  A tear escaped his eye and it hit the picture, it crumbled to dust and blew away in the breeze.  
A man dressed exactly like him tapped him on the shoulder.  John turned and looked at him.  �It only gets easier, Iusso.�
�The hell it will.�
The man walked him off to a black car and they drove off.  This was a new beginning for John, now called Iusso Deus.  He was given a sword, the only weapon capable of a clean kill against a Wel, and a silver 9mm gun loaded with a clip of explosive bullets and his initials engraved on the side.  Then man drove him to an open field.  They both walked silently out into the middle of it.  There the man pulled up a bit of sod and revealed a locked steel door.  He handed Iusso the key and walked away silently.  The engine of the car could be heard driving away in the distance.  Iusso just stood there, looking down at the door.  He laughed.  He kneeled down and unlocked the door.  He opened it and stepped inside.  There was a stair case that led down.  The ceiling opend up into a room.  At the other side was a