Class-X Awakens

As Narrated by the Event Keeper

It was around 6 AM when General Flick’s helicopter touched down at FortGuard, fresh from HQ. He stepped out, urgency driving his every move, and made a beeline for his office. Hidden there were five extra injections—secrets known only to him and Number One. He needed one now, a safeguard against the chaos he sensed brewing.

Bursting through the door, he stopped dead. There, lounging in his chair with casual arrogance, sat Marcus Stone—the one man he despised above all others.

“Marcus!” Flick’s voice cracked with fury, his nightmare unfolding. “What is this? What are you doing in my office?”

“Look who’s here!” Stone replied, his tone laced with mockery. “General Flick, didn’t you get the memo? This isn’t your office anymore.”

“These are my men!” Flick shot back, his fists tightening.