Show me how to you your shoes

I was looking at the name in front of me and some memories came back to me.

5 years ago.

I was a member of a secret organization called Anonymous.

This was the highest secret organization in the entire world as few knew about it and I was proud to be a member of it.

I was adopted from this organization at the age of 14 and began my rigorous training that few survived for five years.

I turned 19 by that time when I completed my training and became a secret member of it.

Only 93 of the 250 who started it have survived.

I lost many friends but at the same time I gained the most loyal friends.

Because of this hellish training we made strong affection for each other and were nicknamed (Brothers 93). A simple name, but in this organization it has a lot of meaning, as less than 50 people always succeed in training and we are the first team whose members managed to survive with this number.

And we gained a nickname from an organization (a survival team).

After that, we underwent training for 4 years in one of the specialties, and my specialist was informatics, any computer specialty..... In fact, the majority of our lessons were in hacking and tracking and such things, so our department called it hackers.

Once we completed our study it was divided into teams of 5 people.

Specialized in hacking, sniper, doctor, killer and engineer.

It was a strange division, but who am I to complain?

Then I received a letter from an organization that as soon as we completed our lessons we were taken out into the real world and given identities, a home and a job that made us like normal people.

I read a message on a computer that says we have a mission in Italy to kill a major drug dealer.

It was my first operation and I was very excited and then I took my equipment and ID and went to the airport that I was asked to go to.

I arrived at the airport and showed my identity and went out to the airport grounds after proving the reason for my presence.

I was waiting by a barn and talking to some workers and making jokes for them.

They were having so much fun and then my phone vibrated and made me look at a runway or rather a private plane that was landing.

You bid farewell to workers and advanced towards the place where you will stop.

I'm wearing sunglasses and a black hat, plus a large backpack, and I'm looking at the plane with its engines out in front of me.

I saw a door coming down but no one was coming out and I thought, "You really have a problem receiving guests?"

I erased my thoughts from my head and boarded a plane and went to the passenger area.

As soon as I entered I was met with a brilliantly modified view of a plane, with a huge TV screen on the right side, plus attached seats like a chaise longue on the left, several tables in the middle, and a set of appliances in the back of the plane.

Then I started checking out the people sitting there who were almost all the same age.

The first thing I noticed is that they are all wearing formal clothes except me who is still wearing sports clothes.

I ignored something and examined the furthest person who sits at the end of a sofa leaning on it and plays with a knife, as my memory did not fail me. It is a butterfly knife model, and how he moves it between his fingers with all skill indicates his experience..... in carrying a knife of course. Also in the table in front of him is a set of mufflers so I conclude that he is a murderer.

Next to him was a person with a thick beard and thick arms as his shirt almost ripped off at any moment. I knew he was an engineer because of the equipment next to his feet but it really scary how he has such an appearance at this age.

I shook my head and looked at the two women who were chatting with each other as they were both elegantly dressed and I was caught by a woman with brown hair tied in a ponytail and her eyeglasses, adding to her soft white face and angel-like features and her deep black eyes attracted Attention to the utmost degree. I felt that she was a doctor because of her thin, delicate fingers that prove my proof and finally.

A young woman with golden hair, her hands as white as milk, and her face...how would I describe her...she looks like me? .

I looked out the window of an airplane to see my face, which had almost the same features, and my hair was golden.

"Maybe it's a coincidence," I thought. "Yes, it's a coincidence."

I spotted a rectangular box of a sniper and knew it was our team's sniper, and I coughed a little and screamed.

"Oh hello everyone, I am a hacker for our team. I hope we get along with each other." I said these words and think how stupid I am as he talks to others who are not my specialist.

They all stopped what they were doing and looked at me.

"Computer geek? Welcome here on a plane. Consider yourself at home and don't tamper with my gadgets....I like them clean if you know what I mean." I thought he would be a crazy or impolite person and would throw his knife at me and ask me to clean it up....I really didn't expect him to be polite and smile at me.

"Oh, thank you, and don't worry, I won't touch anything," I said while scratching my head from behind.

"Good, good, and also, I forgot to tell you my name...I'm Kevin, and my nickname is Slasher," he said, giving me a devilish smile and wiping his knife on his tongue.

I felt my whole body hair standing up and my body turning pale like a corpse and I continued, "And if you want to know why I accept that because I always cut off the fingers of my victims and start skinning them alive and their screaming makes me feel refreshed and then I cut them a thousand cuts and I always keep them conscious so that they feel pain and when I hope for them I open their stomachs and insert their organs into their mouths and tie their intestines around my watch and I start dragging them around a place and I pour gasoline on them and light a fire in them and look at their bodies burning hahahahahahaha I saw him standing and speaking these words and a crazy look on his face and the movements he made with my hands made a more ugly sight.

I was shivering like a chicken who saw a knife approaching her neck and then turned his head in a strange way towards me.

"Do you want to try something? It's so much fun," he said as he walked towards me as I stood like an ice statue and tried to hold back Paul who wanted to come out and my feet became like dough and then.

'Bam! 'The sound of a metal hitting someone's head made me forget my condition as I saw how a screwdriver hit the head of a killer and fell to the ground holding his head with tears in his eyes and shouting 'Damn you, Paul!!! It hurts so much'.

I didn't know how to respond to a situation and then a guy with a huge physique spoke up and said, "I'm sorry for Kevin's actions....he always acts like this with new people....don't worry he's just joking that he's a good person and also his nickname is Claw and either Explained, it is for someone else who loves him .... Anyway let me introduce myself.

I'm Paul and I'm hit by a rusty machine. Don't worry about my title and I'm an engineer and Kevin is a killer and also welcome to our team." He said it in a tough, but at the same time, kind voice.

I was so shocked and just nodded my head.

And I said, "Hello, welcome, and thanks for the welcome," as I watched the killer climb up on a sofa and put a glass of cold water on his head, cursing softly.

"Fuck you little boys, why do you act like this? Can't you grow up a little bit? You've interrupted my speech, you motherfucker!"

I saw a doctor standing up and her beautiful face changed to one full of contempt and hate.

It surprised me so much that I just kept looking at her.

"Huh? Why are you looking at me like that? I know I'm beautiful so keep your dirty eyes out of my face, bookworm or in your case a computer worm haha" I saw her looking at me and screaming at me and laughing like crazy. I removed my head and said in a weak voice, "Sorry." I can't help but liken her to our tough training coach.....damn if I choose between them I'll pick a coach with a smile.

"Damn you, can't you stop screaming, you lunatic" I saw a killer get up and yell at a doctor.

"What did you say, baby? Did you grow your tongue again? Shouldn't you go change your diaper?"

A killer blushed and shouted "Damn! Who's a baby you're a baby!!! I'm older than you!!!" I saw how he reacted so hard and I thought "He's easy to manipulate....is he really a killer?"

"He it is, Mr. Elder….why don't you show me how to tie your shoes…it's such a simple thing that everyone can do except children… aren't you right?" I saw her put her finger on her cheek and looked at him with a questioning look.

'Swallow' The killer swallowed his saliva and said, "It's okay."

Then we all gathered around him as this is not something you can see every day.