MARBLE STAIRS

"You will hold the gun as if it were a part of your body, but it will never slip a mile from your hand!" With years of skill, he quickly placed the gun on his shoulder. His left eye slowly narrowed as he leaned toward the gun.

His soldiers were excitedly watching Alkandros while he was aiming at the target meters away, pointed by the binoculars of the gun.

The bullet pulled out of the gun in a painful scream as the trigger slipped back and sat in its slot, pressurized by the thick finger. Within fractions of a second, it pierced the middle of the plastic target's forehead.

Alkandros's lips curved slightly upwards while a mocking expression formed on his face. As the gray pupils found their soldiers, the recruits understood what they had to do and bowed tightly to their guns, regardless of their shaking hands.

"Take aim!" The left eyes narrowed as the guns slowly moved to the shoulder. And an excited breath penetrated their lungs.

"Fire!", The loud sound that did not want any objection, spread through the tank, while the triggers did not play even a mile in the face of Alkandros, who was familiar with loud sounds.

"Fire!" Was looking at the targets hit and not reflecting the expression of pride in his face, his harsh voice echoed once again in the warehouse.

There were no targets left without "Fire!" Bullets, and his lesson for today was over. His fingertips tingled as what he was about to do soon grew and emerged from the distances of his brain.

With the shadow that appeared on the door of the warehouse, he stepped there, leaving the soldiers to Adonia and going up. He grinned flirtatiously, with the curvy body appearing in his military clothes. He slowly wrapped his arm around his magnificent body of his wife. He leaned over her full lips, left a soft kiss, and slowly backed away, his wife bestowed on him his bitter smile. Inside was enlightened.

"Me adducere aliquem novum" (I'll bring someone new)

"Hmm. Tibi credo" (Hmm. I trust you)

He leaned over his forehead and pressed his lips there. His arm leaves the warm body and heads up.

He quickly left the field, passed two corridors and turned right. He pulled a shaky breath through his lips as he called the platform and waited for him to come.

When he heard the shrill sound indicating that the platform was coming to the floor, he threw himself through the half-opened door. He hit level 1 in a row, quite impatiently. Kat quickly climbed out of the elevator as Kat sat down, keeping her creaking gently in contrast to Alkandros' ear.

He paced the end of the corridor. He entered the forgotten narrow corridor at the very end. The little light bulb flashed twice, adding a terrible ambiance.

His numbered steps stopped before the red, rusting door. He lifted his hand and touched the wall next to the door, aligning his face, and the green light scanned his hand across and confirmed, and there was a sound that the door had opened.

He pushed the open door. He shifted his large body in a nimble motion and closed the door. He heard the sound of pressing his right thumb against the fingerprint reader, which looks like a round lamp button and confirming a second time. A certain section of the wall two meters long and one meter wide was pulled inward.

Alkandros dragged his pure adrenaline pumped body inside. Despite how many times he had done this, his knees were still trembling like new lovers, and their breathing was quickening.

He descended the neat white marble stairs. Heat sensors that detect the temperature of his body when he stepped on X floor turned on the lights directly. He looked at the wide glass door before him. Inside was not visible from the outside, but behind the glass everything was clear.

The door was opened by his secretary from the inside. His authoritative steps turned inward and looked at disinfected half-naked, blindfolded, kneeling bodies. He walked in front of them from head to toe, and the prisoners shivered in fear, hearing the thud sound of the boat touching the ground.

He stepped toward the last burly prisoner, lowered his shoulders for a second, and grinned at the uncompromising prisoner, showing him with his chin

"Take it." He glanced sloppy at the others.

"Reliquas acies alpos." (Remaining to the Alpos Army)

The others were dragged into the back door to be disinfected for the last time. Although he was almost as big as he was standing in front of him, he took his place in the room on the left.

The sensor door is opened.

His eyes were open, he laughed sarcastically at anyone who struggled despite being tied in the black bed.

He walked to the side glass cabinet and opened the door. His gaze wandered over the memories of his former loyal soldiers waiting to be resurrected.

Ias Ardolos.

"You are still my favorite mass destroyer, Ias." The body, which was about to be exhausted from the bed, had not heard her murmur.

His red tongue wandered in a demonic way through his front teeth as he took the small glass box between his fingers. He looked at the attendant who was still waiting in front of the door, making a 'exit' sign with his head and not letting go of the struggling for once. Unfortunately, getting rid of those straps was not that easy.

He dipped the prepared drug into the syringe in the corner and dipped into the neck with clear veins. With a slight shiver after his eyes sliding back now

was not moving. He was conscious, he just couldn't move. He pulled the wired monitor and glued the round tapes to the temples.

He took the white gun and inhaled the pale green liquid. He approached the still body and punctured the thick needle. He injected all the fluid into the vein he opened, the fluid mixed into the blood and slowly spread throughout the body.

Alkandros started the monitor and waited for the memories to appear on the screen. Memories began to be written on the screen quickly. Here was the whole life of the body, whose name he did not even know, here are a few sentences for him. For the body whose life will be erased ...

The dim red button turned on when all memories were written. He carelessly pressed the button. All memories were erased as written.

"Memory erase completed. Please insert the memory drive within ten seconds."

The brain was not supposed to be idle for more than ten seconds, and placed the chip he took out of the glass box into the special compartment he opened.

And memories began to be rewritten.

But this time the owner of the memories was different.

The body thief slowly walked away from the monitor. He untied the straps of the body, whose memory was rewritten. He grasped a tiny iron-like instrument on the table on the left and pressed it to Ias's neck and pulled it back, the scorpion tattoo was in all its glory. Hearing the robotic sound, he turned to the tapes attached to the temples.

"The memory drive has been successfully inserted into the brain. Welcome, Ias Ardolos."

Ias's black to gray eyes slowly parted. Realizing that he was resurrected, he looked at his commander who resurrected him a second time.

He bowed slightly, with respect that spread across his face.

"Te custodiat"

"Te custodiat Ias" the smile of victory spread over thick lips.

He thought he would never be defeated. But he was terribly wrong that a dangerous woman was going to overthrow him. More cruel dangerous woman than she is.