Mission of rooftop

Mike's eyes opened wide. His heart started pounding as he grabbed his right arm with his left hand and pinched it. Mike's body was covered in sweat.

Mike couldn't believe his eyes. He was certain that he had seen his arm being twisted. He muttered to himself, "I don't understand. How is this possible?"

As shock gripped him, he heard footsteps approaching. Glancing towards the door, he caught a glimpse of a shadowy figure passing by. The figure slipped a packet of instant noodles through the gap in the door before disappearing.

As Mike rose from the ground, the shadow vanished, leaving him bewildered. "What the...?" he uttered in disbelief.

Later that night, the captain arrived to see him. Mike was in the middle of his weightlifting routine.

Mike noticed the sound of the door opening. "Hey, is it my turn to train?" the captain asked, displaying a pair of handcuffs?

Mike looked into the captain's eyes, their stares at each other. To Mike, the captain's eyes appeared empty, lacking any light. But to the captain, Mike's eyes appeared like a well, brimming with questions.

The captain restrained Mike's hands and escorted him to the gym. Mike couldn't help but inquire, "So, what exactly are you?"

The captain glanced at him but ignored the question.

"Hey, I asked you something," Mike persisted.

"shut up" the captain snapped.

This routine repeated day after day. Mike would ask questions that the captain would dismiss. Meals were delivered once or twice a day, and Mike endured injuries that exceeded human limits. Yet, the next day, they would be sheer scratches or simple cuts. Mike endured grueling training sessions, underwent different dietary regimens, and engaged in inhuman fights.

Twenty days passed...

Once again defeated and bound to his chair, Mike sought answers. "Hey captain, have you found anything about my past or who I am?"

The captain appeared troubled as he approached. "Forget about it," he advised.

"What? I didn't hear you," Mike replied, straining to catch every word.

"I said, forget about your past life. Move on and stop asking questions," the captain said, his voice tinged with anger.

"Why? Why should I? It's the only thing I can do," Mike retorted, his frustration evident.

"Mike, enough," the captain warned firmly.

"I am not stopping here! What are you? What am I? How can I be alive? What was I before? Give me answers, captain! You're supposed to be my captain," Mike challenged, his questions laced with indignation.

"Can you handle the truth? Can you handle the answers?" the captain questioned in an angry voice.

"Of course, I can," Mike asserted.

And so, the captain revealed something unthinkable, leaving Mike stunned and speechless for a few moments.

"So, let me get this straight. You're saying that I was found in a destroyed lab where everyone else was dead. How can I be alive " Mike asked, his voice trembling.

"I don't know," the captain admitted.

"And you're telling me that you're almost 100 years old, not human, but somehow you look like a 16-year-old playboy?" Mike prodded further.

"Quiet. I said not entirely human. We may not conform to normal standards, but we are still human in our way," the captain clarified.

"Okay, fine. But let me get out of here. I'll find you a doctor or someone who can help," Mike insisted.

The Captain's eyes met Mike's with an expression of unconvinced. "Mike, you don't understand. This is the truth. " the captain explained.

Mike didn't seem convinced. He still believed that the captain was hiding something or perhaps even deceiving him. Later, he was escorted back to his room. Every day, around the same time, he would be taken out to face the captain in combat. He had to survive the captain's relentless attacks, knowing that failure meant death. When the timer rang, signaling the end of their training session, the captain would cease his strikes. Each day, the captain pushed Mike harder, demanding that he adapt and progress.

Gradually, the captain's attacks became faster and more powerful, their intensity reaching dangerous levels. Yet, Mike persevered, determined to overcome the challenges thrown his way.

Then, one day...

July 20, 2004, 8:38 PM

Mike found himself engaged in a fierce battle with the captain. As they clashed, the captain's hand moved in for a jab, but he swiftly blocked it with his elbow and retaliated with a high kick aimed at the captain's mid. At that moment, their movements froze, and then something strange happened. The table had turned. Mike was the one that was getting the kick.

Then the timer starts to ring. leaving only a mere three inches separating Mike's face from the captain's foot. The timer began to ring, signaling the end of their training session.

Mike felt a surge of exhilaration. Victory seemed within his grasp, and the captain was moved by the progress he witnessed.

"Your training ends today," the captain declared, a hint of pride in his voice. "Tomorrow, you have a mission. Make sure you provide distinguished results," he added.

Mike's curiosity was piqued. "What mission is it, a drug deal?" he raised a question.

"No, a better one"Captain responded

"Alone" added Mike

"No, you would run away. Someone has to keep an eye on you" the captain defined.

Mike doesn't seem interested. the captain's gaze to meet his, their eyes locking. The captain's eyes held a hunger, like that of a child who could consume anything but could never be satisfied. Disappointment flickered across the captain's face as he saw the lingering distrust in Mike's eyes.

"Mike do you think I am lying to you"Captain asked

"..." Mike didn't say anything.

"If I show you some proof, will you believe me?" the captain asked, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty.

"What kind of proof?" Mike questioned, cautiously considering the captain's offer.

The captain retrieved something, a piece of evidence that could sway Mike's belief. He presented it to him, and as Mike examined it, his doubts started to fade away. The captain had provided the answers he sought.

August 8, 2004, 6:46 AM

The following day, Mike awoke from a restless night's sleep. He couldn't shake off the revelations he had learned. Yet, now, he found himself believing in the captain's words. He rose from his bed and made his way toward the door, surprised to find it unlocked. Stepping out, he discovered a stairwell leading upward. Curiosity guiding his steps, he ascended the stairs and entered a common area, connecting a living room and a kitchen. Inside, the captain was busy with preparations.

The room was sparsely furnished, featuring a simple sofa and some equipment. The dust settled on the surfaces, and a faulty light bulb struggled to emit a feeble glow. Sunlight streamed in through the windows, offering a glimpse of the outside world that Mike hadn't seen for the past 40 days.

As Mike's eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed the captain working in the kitchen. Taking a seat on the sofa, he observed the captain's focused movements. Thoughts swirled in his mind as he contemplated the upcoming mission and the challenges that lay ahead.

"So, where's my partner?" Mike asked, breaking the silence.

At that moment, the main door slammed shut, announcing the arrival of someone. It was a man, the same individual who had knocked Mike unconscious that fateful night.

"I found him," the man declared, addressing the captain.

The captain turned towards Mike and nodded. "Take him with you," he instructed.

As Mike stood to face the man, he took in his appearance. The man was tall, standing at about six feet seven inches, with a muscular build that surpassed even the captains. He possessed striking blue eyes and a head of brunette hair. Mike's attention, however, was momentarily drawn to the gun holstered at the man's side, though he quickly dismissed any concerns. Extending his right hand, Mike introduced himself.

The man returned the handshake, a faint smile playing on his lips. "Name's Flash," he said, his voice resonating with calm confidence. both sat down and then Flash explained.

"What's the mission?" Mike asked, eager to learn more about their upcoming endeavor.

"This is not the place to talk about this"Flash answered

August 8, 2004, 10:04 PM

Mike lay in his bed, unable to sleep. His mind raced with thoughts of the upcoming mission. He rose from his bed and walked over to the mirror, trimming his beard and ensuring his appearance was presentable. Putting on a white shirt, black suit, and a watch, he prepared himself for the task ahead.

Their mission was set to take place at a lavish cottage, the venue for the 20th wedding anniversary of Alexander and Maksin Krupin, a wealthy Russian couple. The cottage exuded opulence, adorned with countless lights that illuminated the surroundings, visible from afar.

Standing on a rooftop of a nearby building, Mike pointed towards the cottage, his eyes focused and determined."Alexander Krupin, a prominent figure in the business world, may present a noble facade to the outside world, but he's a piece of shit. Drug experiments, kidnappings, human trafficking... the list goes on. Our mission is to acquire evidence of his crimes."Flash explained.

Mike absorbed the information, feeling a mixture of determination and apprehension. "So, we just need to gather evidence," he summarized.

Flash's gaze met Mike's, his eyes filled with a touch of solemnity. "It won't be easy," he cautioned. "Krupin is heavily guarded, surrounded by fifty bodyguards at all times. The man could not shit alone."

Mike's confidence wavered slightly at the revelation. "Then what's our plan?" he asked, seeking guidance.

"He has an underground lab," Flash explained. "We need to infiltrate it and retrieve the evidence that he is bicth."

Mike couldn't help but feel a sense of uncertainty. "That sounds tough," he admitted.

Flash's expression turned serious. As soon he turned his face to Mike the atmosphere changed. the wind starts moving faster. his hair waving in the air, his eyes became dead, and he puts his hands in his pocket like he does not care.

", why are you doing this, Mike," he said. "No one is forcing you to be here. If you want to leave, you can. Then why are you here? remember this mission is not about good or bad. It's not about making a difference. we are paid for this. even if we kill him there will be another one.

Mike contemplated Flash's words, realizing the gravity of the situation. "I won't go back, there is no going back even if I found someone from my past life. I won't be the same person I used to be. so I should be new now because the past me dead." he asserted, the flame of determination burning in his eyes.

Flash listened attentively. Flash's eyes narrowed slightly as he observed Mike.

Flash asked the same question" Why are you doing this? give me the real reason"

"I want to be remarkable. something or someone unforgettable."

Flash smiled and then soon that smile because a laugh an evil laugh. he laughed for solid five seconds until he starts coughing and he stop and said" this bitch wants to unforgotten he forgot his name" Then he laughed again.

But when stops he said" That was lame but that good. you're a good person, Mike, try not to die so soon"

night was shrouded in darkness, as Mike and Flash made their way towards the cottage. They moved with precision and stealth, utilizing their training and skills to evade detection. The guards, unaware of the intruders in their midst, continued their duties, patrolling the premises.

As they approached the entrance, Mike and Flash exchanged a determined glance. It was time to expose Alexander Krupin's true nature, to unveil the darkness that lurked beneath his public image.