《Crossing Bullets》 Prolouge (1/2) Just me doing another test fiction there will be no star tables in this one so I probably will actually want to write it. Also this is part one of the prologue. I felt it would be better to get it in 2 parts because it takes a while to explain the history and setting of this story and I didn''t want it to seem like a big run on chapter. Anyway enjoy another one of my experiments. ---------- ¡°Hola, and welcome to the Philippines. What es the purpose of your stay ma¡¯am?¡± Ahhhh what should I say this time, well It doesn''t matter I won''t betraying here too long, my transfer flight to Hong Kong international is only a few hours from now. I close my eyes and give a sweet smile. ¡°Oh I won''t be staying the the Philippines very long mister I have a transfer to Hong Kong in a few hours.¡± The immigration officer stamps my passport and looks up at me. ¡°Oh? You are very pretty ma¡¯am, you are from the Tark Empire?¡± Ugh I hate this airport the people here act friendly but a lot of them are just corrupt con artists. Whatever I''ll play along for now it''s not like my mission depends on this insignificant conversation. I smile and feign surprise. ¡°Yes of course, how could you tell?¡± The officer laughs. ¡°Ahh it was pretty obvious, people with natural silver hair and red eyes can only be from the, empire. And also you have a Tark passport.¡± I put my hand to my mouth and laugh sweetly. I try to walk away but the over friendly officer won''t let me get away that easily. ¡°So why are you going to Hong Kong? A vacation?¡± Goddamn sleez bag you see a pretty woman and you have to hit on her, gods I hate this airport. Hell I hate being in the Philippines in general. A lot of bad memories here. ¡°Oh no I won''t be staying in Hong Kong either I have a string of transfers to Moscow. My business is based there.¡± Of course that''s not what I''m actually gonna do there, but of course I can''t say that I''m going to kill the Russian president can I. ¡°Oh I see miss well it was nice to meet you.¡± ¡°And you as well.¡± I wave to the officer, pick up my briefcase and walk back into the airport. ¡®Growwwllllllll¡¯ First things first though I need to eat, the last thing I had was a piece of pizza in the Lerok Imperial Airport over 12 hours ago. I order a small sandwich and an iced coffee at a Starbucks in the airport food court. Well I guess I should explain some things first. And yes this is a fourth wall break, but to be honest it''s the only easy way besides a flashback to explain the current situation of the world. And I promise that after this is over my memories of this conversation will be gone as to not break immersion. Anyway, you may have not understood what the officer said when he was talking about the ¡°Tark Empire¡± and that is simply because up until about 10 years ago nobody knew about the Lerok Empire. This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work. In the year 2016 the world was shaken by massive earthquakes, the epicenter was in the middle of the Pacific Ocean just above Wake island. And on the date of June 11 2016 a massive land mass rose from the depths of the ocean. The new continent stretched far past the island of midway and in the other direction extended to just above the island of Marcus. At first the continent caused disasters for the people of the pacific. Several islands were flooded, their inhabitants evacuated, and a few Japanese cities were decimated by tsunamis. After the initial panic died down and the world governments regained public order. People began to wonder why and how this disaster happened. The leaders of the free world (NATO, the EU, and the UN) banned together to create a large team of researchers, scientists, and military personnel to scout out the new continent and see what riches could be plundered from this new world. However what they weren''t expecting was an embassy from the people of the new continent. The people came before the leaders of the world and declared themselves citizens of the Tark empire the people who inhabit the continent. They claimed that they were a civilization with technology slightly more advanced than the leading superpowers of the world, and that they had been watching the people of the surface world and had been waiting to re-enter world affairs for several centuries. The world leaders were invited to the Tark empire to meet with the emperor himself and talk politics to set up the empire in the world economy and integrate its people and culture into the world. Of course because of the Internet the news of a new empire spread like wildfire and the world waited eagerly for the day of the meeting between the leaders of the known world and the Tark emperor. The world was split in three major factions as the world waited for the anticipated conference. There were people who were part of the Tarks declaration of superiority and demanded that world leaders take action to subjugate them and regulate their technology. There were the people who wanted peace and thought the world would benefit greatly from the new country. And the final group were the neutrals who just wanted to see what would occur at the conference. Eventually the fated day came, after three months of waiting the world watched as their leaders flew off into the Tark empire to the coordinates sent by the Tark ambassadors. Prolouge (2/2) This is the end of the prologue. next chapter is when the story actually begins. ------ A plastic coffee cup made a crunching sound as it was shoved into a recycling can. I crumpled up my tin foil wrapping and it soon followed the cup. Picking up my case and slinging it on my shoulder I got up and walked towards my terminal. The plane should be arriving soon. Anyway back to the history lesson. The World leaders eventually arrived at the new continent to find a fully functional airport next to a bustling metropolitan city. The whole world watched as the most powerful people on earth stepped out of their planes onto the new continent and were led through a large city to the conference room. The world leaders then met with the Tark emporer, for now I won''t go into details about the conference but I will say that for the most part the meeting went well. The countries successfully worked out a way to integrate the Tark population into the world community over a short period of time, and many trade agreements and treaties were signed. The only problem that occurred was the United States criticism of the Tark Empire for still having an emperor who held large amounts of power. Over the next 2 years the US and the Tark empire had a political ideological struggle which held several key events such as a surrogate war ford one the small islands that sprung up along with the Tark continent which held unique goods. And a failed embargo against Tark imports. The war finally came to an end when the American citizens demanded access to the new never before seen goods from the Tark continent. An armistice and trade agreement were signed by the American president and the Tark leaders and ended the aptly named ¡°Lukewarm war¡±. The battle of the two great powers had ended in a draw. But much of the Tark military strength remained shrouded in secrecy. As the Tark opted to hire mercenaries instead of their own military for most of the struggle. After these events the Tark population finally became integrated into the global community and security of the Tark empire was lessened. The Tark continent was finally opening their door to tourism. Well that''s the past let''s get back to the present. I am Laria Zeric assassin serving my country by working for the TSFA or the ¡°Tark Special Forces Agency¡±. I have the traits of a ¡°type L¡± or pure blooded Tark, which is a pool of genes that contains phenotypes that can only be found naturally on the Tark continent. These traits include silver hair, Snow White hair, red eyes, or violet eyes. There are also 2 types of skin a pure blooded Tark can have. Which is ash colored skin, or skin so fair that it almost radiates white light. Of course I have the fair skin trait. And let me tell you my skin is a fucking bitch to take care of. I have to wear high SPF sunscreen even on overcast days just so I don''t get burnt. Sometimes I envy those ash skinned bastards. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website. My current mission is to get to Moscow within a week to kill the Russian defense minister Alexei Volkov while he is dining at a famous restaurant with his wife. He is a paranoid freak. He has been increasing the amount of Russian warships on the eastern end of the country in the north China sea and around the Kamchatka Peninsula. Alexei sees the my emperor Polaris Di Tark III as nothing more than a threat and doesn''t trust him one bit. Of course it would be correct to say that we are a threat, but he doesn''t know that. While on my way to Moscow I also have some business in Hong Kong that I will take care of. ¡®Ding¡¯ ¡°flight 7012 is ready to board, all business class and group 1 members please proceed to the jetway.¡± Ah I forgot that director Valen bought me first class for this trip. I hope they have alcoholic beverages, I mean it is an international flight after all. I smile as I see an image of a short,balding man with a stern expression handing me an overflowing Bavarian beer boot appears in my brain. I put my hands together in a prayer position. Lord Vereth God of light thank you for giving me such a caring boss. I pick up my briefcase and walk towards the jetway checkpoint were a Filipino security woman is checking passports, and airline tickets. She waves a hand held scanner over the tickets of an American man and his infant daughter. ¡°All good, have a good flight sir.¡± She hands him back his papers, and he walks into the plane entrance. ¡°Next!¡± I tuck my case under my arm, take my papers from a pocket on the inside of my jacket, and hand them to the woman. She scans them and returns them to me. ¡°We don''t get very many Tark here in the Philippines let alone any with L type traits , your hair is just as beautiful as it is in pictures.¡± ¡°Thank you.¡± I say back. Her eyes linger on my face for a moment longer before she ushers me onto the flight. I find my seat and sit down. The service and quality of the seats is a whole lot better than it was 5 years ago when international flights were first opened in Lillynsburg national airport. Since the Tark aircrafts were too advanced to be used in modern airports, so other countries rented the airport their old airliners, half of the planes that we received weren''t even Boeing 747s they were 720s which hadn''t been used since the early 60s. And the 747s we did have were older planes that were not well maintained, or had been active since the 70s when 747 models were first introduced. Anyway I sat down in my cushy first class seat and sighed in satisfaction, once again thanking the director for his kindness. This flight may only be 2 hours long, but I hope we get in the air soon so I can get some wine. Chapter 1 If you have any questions,complaints, or grievances let me know in the comments. ------ Ugh it seems as though I am in another airport again. I ruffle my hair which is currently In a state of bed head and is stuck to the side of my face. Le sigh. When I asked about buying a bottle of wine on my flight the attendant rejected me by saying that the flight was too short for alcoholic beverages and they would only be serving water and complimentary pretzel bags. It took me ten minutes to calm down after that. (Of course I still took the pretzels anyway. How can you say no to pretzels?) Figures the one thing I don''t hate about flying is taken away. DAMN YOU AIR ASIA HOW DARE YOU TAKE MY BOOZE! I swear I shall have my revenge. As drag my airsick body across the floor and force my bloodshot eyes open I can just imagine a Bunch of rich corporate assholes smoking rolled up money and laughing about how much they saved from not serving alcohol on flight 7012. Mark my words you damn capitalist monkeys, I shall have my revenge. A mother and her daughter walk past me. ¡°Hey mommy what is that weird lady doing?¡± ¡°Don''t look honey she is just a bit different from normal people. Just ignore her.¡± A few people stare at me as I begin to perform an ancient Tark cursing ritual in the middle of the airport. Dark miasma swirls around me as I chant an ancient language under my breath. And make hand gestures. UUU I wanna go homeeee. If only that damn emperor of ours hadn''t surfaced the island then I would still be sleeping in a hammock by the beach. I wouldn''t have to go on airplanes and assassinate people halfway across the world. It reminded me of those lazy sixteen years before we were thrust into international affairs. I hugged my briefcase like a pillow against my chest and oozed towards immigration I approached the desk and slammed my papers down. The officer almost feel out of his seat in surprise. He took one look at my face and laughed. He must have seen my type thousands of times ¡°Long flight?¡± He asked as I handed him my passport. My bloodshot eyes bored into his soul. ¡°It wasn''t a long flight I just get airsick easily, I hate flying.¡± I replied irritably. He nodded as he looked over my papers and stamped my passport. ¡°That makes two of us, what is the purpose of your stay?¡± ¡°Business.¡± ¡°For how long?¡± ¡°Two days.¡± He hands me back my papers and gives me a good natured wink. ¡°Have a nice stay.¡± I grumbled an answer and stuffed my papers into my pocket. The next step was to head to the airport locker room where a few of my assets had been stored beforehand. Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. Report sightings. My body dragged down the hallway. Giving me the appearence of a recently animated ghoul. Once there I set down my case and type in the passcode. The lock makes a clicking sound indicating that the locker is free to be opened. Yay with this I can finally see my baby again. I open the locker. In the inside is a plastic bag full of money, a folded up piece of paper, a small silver key, and a black North Face wavelength travel pack. I first pull out the bag of money. My eyes widen as I inspect the contents. Damn! They sure went all out for this mission, there must be almost $10,000 worth of currency in here. I set the bag down inside the locker to make sure nobody sees it as they pass by. If I''m seen carrying so much money by a criminal I''ll be in trouble.it''s not that I can''t handle them, it''s just that if I have to kill them it may compromise my cover in the city. Not everyone has access to Tark technology. I next pick up the piece of paper and unfold it. My eyes scan across the few words written on the page. ¡°There should be a driver waiting for you. Code word is ¡®Ice Sunday¡¯. The driver will introduce himself as Flash. When you arrive ask for Cyber, he will give you your next orders. Good luck Laria. -D P.S. The money''s my treat buy yourself dinner or something.¡± So that''s why there is so much money I wonder if the extra money is from his own personal funds. I bet he is trying to make me find a boyfriend again, and wants me to take him to dinner. Sigh, I appreciate the thought but at the moment I am completely asexual. Other people just don''t interest me. I fold up the letter and set it next to the bag of funds. Next I grab the key out the locker. I stare at it longingly. I wish I could use this right now. But I can''t exactly show my baby in the middle of an airport. Next I grab the travel pack and put it down on the bench behind me. The key and the note get shoved into the front zipper pocket. I sloppily unzip the main compartment and shove the bag of money inside. I re zip the pack and sling it over my shoulders. I notice that my empty locker door is still open so I slam it shut. Looking down I see the briefcase that is resting on the floor. After a moment it is in my arms. I stroke it softly. ¡°Soon my baby soon.¡± I giggle. My assassins training alerts me to another presence in the room. My bloodshot eyes whip around to find a man staring at me with a strange expression on his face. He smiles awkwardly and slowly backs out of the room. After he is gone I shrug my shoulders. Eh maybe I am a bit crazy after plane rides, but what can you do. Chapter 2 Does this chapter really hold any importance to the story? No. Why did I write it? I don''t know, don''t ask me ask God. ----- The sound of bustling people trying to get places, and traffic on the streets filled the air outside of Hong Kong international airport. I was standing in the middle of a large crowd trying to make my way towards the road, which was filled with street vendors, tour guides, and cars. I had taken a taxi across the bridge that connects the airport to the mainland. And was now searching for my ride, to the TSFA headquarters in Hong Kong. I shoved a group of British tourists out of the way, and weaved my way towards the street. There was a large crowd in one particular area of the street. Over the head of the people I could see white signs with names on them, apparently this was where tourists for rides to their hotels or areas of business. I scanned over the names on the sheets. Bob Fanning,Jessica Allard, John Smith. I snort. What are the odds ¡°John Smith¡± what an original name. I continue to search through the names until I see¡­.. Oh god, I can''t believe my eyes. Please tell me this isn''t real. I shut my eyes tightly and reopen them to confirm what I am seeing. ¡­. What the hell!!?? OMG THE CRINGE!! I guess they thought it would be good to write the codeword ¡°ice Sunday¡± in Spanish and stick it on a name card. I mean who the fuck would ever suspect ¡°Domingo Hielo¡± of being a fake name. I roll my eyes. I bet those retards at central command thought that it would be funny. I shove my way through the crowd, until my fellow agent comes into view. The man holding up the card has greasy combed black hair, a lampshade style mustache, and tanned skin. I walk up to the man and wave him down. He notices me, and walks over to me with a wide smile on his face. ¡°Hola senorita are you Hielo Domingo?¡± His voice catches me completely of guard and I have a hard time holding in my laughter. His voice sounds exactly like a stereotypical Mexican, his voice has a heavy Spanish accent, and it''s easy to tell that English definitely isn''t his first language. Speaking of which how the hell did they get a Mexican taxi driver to get in Hong Kong? I bet he isn''t part of the agency and is just some random guy my co workers hired as a prank. Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. ¡°A ah yes. I am. And you are Flash I presume?¡± He nods his head in agreement. ¡°Si senorita, I was given a large sum of pesos to drive you to your destination. And your coworkers told me to wish you a happy Cinco De Mayo.¡± I sigh and rub my temples. Wow so that''s why. It''s fucking cinco de mayo. To be honest I feel bad for this driver even if they did pay him handsomely. Now he will miss the cinco de mayo festivities in Mexico. ¡°Follow me senorita, I will take you to my car.¡± He waves his hand and motions for me to follow him. He leads me away from the crowds and through a back alleyway until we come to a small garage. He flips up a cover and types in a passcode. With a whirring sound the garage door lifts itself into the the roof. My eyes open wide in surprise as I see the car that will soon drive me through the city. Standing in front of me is a Lamborghini¡­. Painted in the colors of the Mexican flag. With the symbol of the eagle standing on the cactus painted intricately on the hood of the car. ¡®Wow¡­ I don''t even know what to say anymore, they got a Mexican to come to Hong Kong during cinco de mayo, and said Mexican drives a ¡°Mexican¡± car.¡¯ ¡°Umm this is a nice¡­. Car¡± I say. The driver walks to the back of the garage. ¡°Oh yes senorita mucho gracias for the car.¡± He says as he fetches the keys. ¡®Wait what why is he thanking me?¡¯ I give him a questioning look. He opens the door and says, ¡°your friends are very generous, this car was part of the contract.¡± I open the door and set down in the passenger''s seat of the car. ¡°The contract?¡± The Mexican man puts in his key and the engine roars to life. VRRM VRRM! ¡°Si I was give a large sum of money as well as this car, I hope you like the paint job.¡± Suddenly I don''t feel as bad for this driver anymore¡­ Flash reached up and took out a pair of sunglasses from an overhead compartment. He flicked them open and placed them on his face. ¡°Senorita hold onto something this may be a rough ride.¡± Nooooo not another rough ride, I get motion sickness too!!! Flash grabbed the wheel, and stepped on the gas pedal. The car screeched out of the garage into the city. Chapter 3 Hope you all enjoy this chapter. Also next chapter may get a bit wired and Laria may seem a bit out of character because she has so far been pretty normal, but trust me she isn''t, her personality is acctually pretty fucked. ---- The Car screeches back down the street. I wonder what the driver will do now that his contract is complete. I talked to him on the way here and it turns out that along with a custom Lamborghini they also gave him about 10 million dollars worth of pesos. The guy could probably just buy a house in the Mexican country side and retire if he wanted to. A pretty good deal to drive someone a few miles. Anyway, currently I''m standing on the curb in front of a few run down looking buildings. This is one of Hong Kings slums. Each building looked like a normal apartment complex that had been left to rot. Vines were creeping up the side of the walls and the brick was chipped in many places. The agency had hid the HQ among the slum buildings so that nobody would notice our operations. Supposedly there are Tark safe houses all over China. Though this will be my first time in one, I was never on active duty in mainland Asia. The building in front of me is supposed to be the safe house. I got the room number before arriving in Manila, it''s #705. Though for safety reasons I wasn''t told the building that it was in. The building that supposedly contains our headquarters in Hong Kong looks exactly like the other buildings around it. A tall, grey brick apartment complex with several clotheslines hanging from the Windows. Bt I guess that''s why they located themselves here. To stay hidden within blandness. Shifting my backpack up a little on my shoulders I step forwards and walk towards the building. The sidewalk is also cracked and unkempt, and there are weeds growing in the crevices, creeping into the concrete. The door is one of those spinning doors that you usually see on hotels or large office buildings. As I go through it I''m reminded that These doors always annoyed me, they always made me feel like i had to rush through them or I would get hurt. The room I step into is just as rundown as the exterior of the building. It''s dirty and the striped pink wallpaper is peeling off in several spots. On a desk to the side of the room a small fan is chugging along blowing cold air and pushing out The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. I feel Someone''s eyes on me and realize that behind the desk there is an old Chinese woman staring straight at me. Realizing that I had been looking at her for several minutes without noticing it. I gave an awkward smile, to which she lifted her wrinkled cheeks into something that resembled a smile of her own. For me the atmosphere in the room had become stuffy, so I decided that I should probably just leave. Noticing that there was an elevator just across the room, I stiffly jerked my body parts until they carried me across the room. I pressed the small button Which had an arrow pointing upwards and it lit up. After what seemed like an eternity of waiting the elevator doors finally opened. I rushed inside and hurriedly pressed the button for the 10th floor. After the door closed I let out a sigh of relief. ¡°GODS that was awkward, thank merciful lord Verium that I didn''t have to talk to the lady at the desk, hell if I can speak Chinese.¡± I may be a highly trained assassin but I don''t know everything. Finally the elevator reached the 10th floor. Good I can finally have a proper conversation with some sensible people, maybe meet a new friend. I stepped out of the elevator and walked out into the dimly lit hallway. A man In a suit walked down the hall towards the elevator. I started walking down the hallway. I hope the other agents are Tark I would really like to..!!!!! What was that!!! That was¡­ Killing intent!! I froze,my jaw clenched That man¡­ There was something wrong with him. As soon as we crossed paths¡­ It felt as though he was watching me¡­ And that was killing intent for sure. I whipped my body around just in time to see the door close and the elevator shoot upwards. He is going to a higher floor¡­. There is something not right here, I can feel it. My instincts don''t lie. I remember that time in Berlin. If I hadn''t gotten that feeling and pulled the trigger. I might not be alive still. And this situation is no different from Berlin. I must be the one to strike first from here on out i must be very cautious. My hand tightens on the handle of my brief case. And I look down at it lovingly. I shiver, but not in fear. In anticipation. Soon I will see my baby...soon. Chapter 4 Heyyyyy sorry about the wait. I had to rewrite this chapter several times because I didn''t like how it turned out. This chapter would have been 2000 words so I split it up. Another chapter will come out tommorow POV CHANGED -------- ¡°Blackjack!!¡± Exclaimed Bill. Agent Franco groaned. Him and his squad were currently playing card games in a rundown Hong Kong apartment. Will had his feet up on the table and was puffing smoke out of a cigar. Squad leader Madison walked into the room and slapped Franco on the back. ¡°Why do you always do that it hurts.¡± Franco grumbled. Franco knew that the leader meant well but every time he saw the other man he got a slap on the back. Madison looked over his men who were drinking rum straight from the bottle, and smoking. ¡°Guys I know I said to relax but the target is almost here.¡± Will took another puff of his cigar and lazily lifted it away from his face. ¡°Why so on edge chief, the target is just a little girl.¡± Franco frowned he was also wondering why 8 highly trained members of the international security agency should be hunting a little girl in Hong Kong. Shouldn''t they be out there watching the communists in China or helping stop wars in the Middle East? Madison''s eyes widened. ¡°Wait¡­ You guys¡­. Do you even know who the target is?!¡± Bill was the one who answered this time. ¡°Yeah, just some young girl in her 20s why?¡± Franco turned his eyes back to Madison who had started to freak out. ¡°Shit! Shit! You guys didn''t even read the briefing! Everyone get the fuck up! Oh shit we''re gonna die!¡± Franco jumped out of his chair as Madison swished its contents onto the floor. ¡°Boss? What''s wrong!?¡± ¡°We''re all gonna die that''s what''s wrong!¡± Madison yelled. ¡°we aren''t hunting some girl, were trying to kill Laria Zeric! And I bet you guys barely even brought weapons.¡± Bill dropped his cigar. ¡°You mean THAT Laria Zeric, the Berlin sniper Laria Zeric.¡± Madison nodded his head All of the men at the table scrambled around panicked looking for weapons and ammo. Franco was scared, he had heard of Laria before. She was known by several names, the Berlin sniper, blood lotus, immortal dead shot. She had one of the highest kill counts in history only losing to Simo H?yh? and his confirmed 505 kills. Her history was a very short one. She had been first sighted In London, 2019, at the time it was the height of the new Cold War and tensions were running high, Alfred Frater the American Secretary of State was coming to meet the British Prime minister. Frater¡¯s plane was coming in for a landing, but moments before the plane landed. Ye pilots lost contact with the control tower. Thinking it was just a radio malfunction the pilots proceeded with their landing. Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. After touchdown screams were heard throughout the plane. Frater was found dead in his seat with a hole the size of a pink prick in his neck. The same hole was found in the plane window that Frater was sitting next to. A few hours later the personnel in the control panel were found unconscious, with the same pinprick hole in the control tower window. The control tower personnel had no memories of how they fell unconscious or who did it to them. The case remained cold until 2 years later when an anonymous hacking group leaked classified government files onto the Internet. One of these files was on Project:Lotus with the lone test subject being Laria Zeric she was identified as the London sniper as well as the cause of several hundred other unanswered murders. Later that year was the Berlin Incident¡­. ¡®Knock knock¡¯ All 8 of the mercenaries in the room froze. Franco could feel his heart race. Bill was the first one to whisper. ¡°Not it.¡± Quickly all the mercenaries said the same thing. Franco who was lost in his own thoughts didn''t notice and was still staring into space. After a few moments he noticed that the rest of his squad was staring at him. ¡°What?¡± Madison,will, Bill, and the other 4 agents looked at Franco with pity. ¡°It seems you will be the one to answer the door.¡± Madison said sadly. Franco''s eyes widened. ¡°What!? Is she here.?!¡± Madison looked at his other four agents. ¡°Raker you''re in charge of squad B, get the weapons and set up in the bedroom. Will, Bill you guys are with me get your sidearms and any ammo you can scrounge up.¡± ¡°Roger that.¡± Raker gave a short 2 fingered salute, motioned for the B squad to follow him and they hurried out of the room. Bill and will pulled out a pair of matching .44 magnums and began to look through their packs for spare bullets. Madison turned back to Franco grabbed his shoulders, and looked directly into his eyes. ¡°Buy us as much time time as you can, Raker had most likely already contacted squad C on the floor above us of her arrival, that means that there are 12 of us heavily armed and just one of her. We don''t even know if she has a weapon on her. Just try and delay her as long as possible. Can you do that?¡± Franco nodded his head. Madison smiled and slapped his hands down on on Franco¡¯s shoulders. ¡°Thatta boy, now get out there she''s probably getting impatient.¡± He lightly pushed Franco forwards and walked away. Franco on the other hand like towards the door, and gulped. Chapter 5 Lol played some overwatch remembered some origin stories I read, shoutout to overwatch for giving me the inspiration for a certain character. Also I am awaiting tomorrow to see if the the theorists were correct and Sombra is released. If you enjoy overwatch and like dat booty leave a like and sub- ¡®cough¡¯ ¡®cough¡¯..... Nevermind¡­.. ¡°Nngghh¡± I winced with pain as the red liquid in the string raced into my muscles creating a burning sensation. I cracked my neck and rolled my shoulder. ¡°Never hurts any less even after ten years of using it.¡± The red liquid in the syringe is the red lotus serum. I don''t know exactly how it works but from what I''ve been told it blocks some of the chemicals in your brain, and gives effects that are sort of like the opposite of LSD. It helps to take away unnecessary emotions like happiness, sadness, fear, and regret. I bet even if I learned my whole country was destroyed while under the influence of red lotus I wouldn''t be fazed. A weird tingling sensation goes through my body as the serum saturates into my blood and muscles. The lotus serum also physically changes the body, making me into a super soldier for the duration of the change. My muscles bulge slightly, and my other Senses enhance drastically. As I try to adjust to my enhanced vision. I look down. I smile, I get to use my baby. ¡®My baby¡¯ is my weapon of choice, a customized Tark TTSR-16 with a split barrel that allows me to fire up to 3 bullets at the same time, a Prototype Tark targeting sight inferred X-ray that has auto aim, and a motion alert system.¡¯ My smile fades as my emotions drain from my body, All that is let in my brain is cold logical rational. I turn on my targeting sight. 8 warm bodies are sitting around a table in the apartments kitchen. ¡®Urk!¡¯ I cringe as my body undergoes more transformations. Unfortunately the lotus serum doesn''t take away pain. The scientist who created the serum, Dr. Helena B?hm told me ¡°If I take away your sense of pain you wouldn''t be human anymore. Taking away Someone''s humanity might be illegal, I wouldn''t want to get arrested now would I?¡± Charming woman, she doesn''t actually care about human life, I suspect if there wasn''t a list of crimes against humanity she would have more blood on her hands than the Nazi scientists at Auschwitz. Though she does manage to keep herself calm somehow, I wonder if she uses her own product? Anyway I knock on the apartment door. The bodies in the heartbeat scanner go wild as they react to my knock, some of them run into a bedroom and the other 4 set up in the kitchen. Well at least I was able to confirm that they truly aren''t my guys before I pull the trigger. I see one man push another man towards the door, and then run off back into the kitchen. The man near the door seems to hesitate for a moment and then walks to the door. ¡°H hello? Who is it.¡± ¡°It''s Laria¡± I whisper ¡°Is cyber here?¡± I take a few steps back and put my hands on the wall. ¡°Yeah sure. Cybers here.¡± The young man fumbles and struggles to open the lock. I can almost see the sweat dripping in his forehead. If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. I put my rifle in a position where it won''t be a hindrance and lower myself so I almost look like a runner about to run the 100 meter. You could have at least asked me if I me when what the password is. ¡°Yeah sure come right in.¡± As soon as I hear the bolts of the door creaking I charge at the door. Jumping forward i slam my knee into the door letting my bulked up muscles slam into the center of the door. The man''s weight helps to pin the door in just the right way so that when my knee hit the center of the door instead of slamming open the hinges crack off of the wall. I look through the scope of my rifle and see 4 warm heat signatures through the wall. The rifle locks on to 2 of the men and I pull the trigger. ¡®CRASH!¡¯ I fire the rifle and smash on top of the man who was opening the the door at the same time. I look through my scope and see 2 bodies drop to the floor. ¡°SHIT SHE''S ARMED, FIRE FIRE.¡± ¡®RATATATATATA¡¯ The sound of machine gun fire filled the air as bullets rained through the wall, filling it with holes. Picking up my rifle i dove behind a couch. I huddled as bullets smacked into the soft cushioning and sent fluff flying everywhere. THWUMP THWUMP!!! ¡®I need to somehow get behind their line of fire, I can''t stay here this couch won''t last for too much longer.¡¯ As i strategize me for a way to create an opening, the top of my scope flashed red indicating that several heat signatures had appeared above me. By now the enemy gunfire from the kitchen had stopped, so it wasn''t very hard to hear the muffled yelling, and clicking of submachine guns from above. Without another word I dropped on my back. My scope revealed 4 hostiles on the floor above. I closed one of my eyes and waited for 3 white dots to appear over the heat signatures heads. I pulled the trigger. ¡®THWUMP THWUMP THWUMP!¡¯ 3 holes appeared in the ceiling. From my scope I could tell that only 2 of the bullets had found their marks. ¡°Shit Edison and Rainer are down kill that bitch.¡± CLICK! I scooped up my rifle and ran towards the kitchen. TAKAKAKAKAKA!!! Bullets rained like hail from the roof as the two remaining men fired their submachine guns through the roof. The bullets thumped into the floor behind me as I dove into the kitchen. The man in the kitchen saw me and pointed his gun towards me but I rolled across the floor and picked up a dead man''s revolver. I quickly aimed towards him and fired. He immediately crumpled to the floor. I dropped the revolver back onto the ground and it clattered to the floor. ¡®Judging from these scans there are still six men left, four in the bedroom and 2 upstairs. They seem to have barricaded the bedroom door. How should I go about this.¡¯ I put my hand to my forehead and look around the room. Until a dull green spherical object on the table catches my eye.