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Paladin Stories: Ghosts of the Void (1/4)
I’m thinking. I’m constantly thinking.
The last month wasn’t exactly fair enough to me. Least to say. Sure, might have got that party thrown at me, but when your work burdens you a day later, I’m sure there’s always something out there. The ruins, the remains, the mystery and the clues, then it leads to something being solved. Because I’m here to retrieve a package with a contact....
I remember how I was taken to a facility, probably in Russia, and they trained us for torture. Three weeks, no oxygen, food, or water. And my latent abilities being activated, I still wouldn’t have survived it. It was the instincts. Why would I have a single thought about this? Just for 4 hours? Well, it’s definitely the skill set of survival, ensuring I wouldn’t break—-and succumb to full immense torture, psychologically and mentally.
Now, it’d be physically. Running free of the captors and killing them, they set me afoot on a bike chase. A futuristic one, better than the Hollywood movies. Harnessed with zero gravity and power resilience, good stuff you can imagine. I’m left to fill out the details on my own.
My left arm still aches from the last man who tried to stab me with 10 needles, even worse than Chinese acupuncture. It’s bleeding, rapidly. I try to set the bike to autopilot, but it hurts to do so. Knowing fighting through the pain isn’t worth it. There are no bandage, unfortunately, so my remaining option is to rip my mask, partially, and cauterise the wound. Good thing the mask still covers the majority of my face. I feel the desert heat mixed with my coldness, creating some warmth, which does feel good.
The two henchmen seem to have caught up with me behind, because they’ve already fired shots while I’m dodging like it’s nothing. I look to the back and I wonder—-one thing they should be worried about....must be the dust storm back of our heads. Makes them sandy ghosts. Bad pun, eh? I couldn’t have thought of anything better in i. It takes me a quick peek to make sure who those guys are—-and it turns out to be ES agents, under brainwashing.
I decide to slide my bike, making me trip but I roll over with the perfect timing. And then the other guys don’t. Shame they didn’t see it coming. As I pick myself up and walk over to the fallen men, I profile them quickly with my scans. I shoot one of them in the head, face flat immediately. The other guy is still alive. He does nothing but surrender. To my (little surprise), he cuffs himself up. I alert the authorities as I drive off into the night....
When I’ve reached the city, it’s already 10. I land off my bike and make my way towards the mall. I gaze my head upon the city, still bustling and bright, especially the beautiful sight of the Burj Khalifa, in their 50th renovation.Two centuries later, it still looks good as heck, future Dubai is very Dubai.
But I know there’s a mission to do. Unless someone’s waiting—
A kid bumps into me. It’s clear he’s running towards my direction, but how? The kid stares at me with a sad face, as I spent a few seconds observing him, he doesn’t look like he’s local here. The sounds of people started scuffling around, as I realise the ES weren’t far behind. It seems like someone’s tracked me down well. North’s niece. And she’s coming for the boy.
Without reason to think or do so, I hold the child’s hands, telling him to stay put as I shoot the pursuers. He gets on the bike with ease, as I drive off in this chaotic mess. I can roughly hear their sounds of grunting and aggressiveness as they give pursuit. Soon enough, I allow my bike to drop off smoke bombs that give distraction and make a clean getaway for us.
*30 minutes later*
We’re at Dubai south. Apparently if taking a package wasn’t enough, it turned out to be some kid, so as I thought. I was supposed to meet a person that could give me what I came for, maybe he’s dead now. The watch tells me to head into the village. Grabbing the kid’s hand, I take him for a few corners, into a two story building and up the stairs. A man in the shadows greets me warmly.
“Hello, Ghostforge. You’re finally here.”
“What’s all of this about? A test?”
“Something like that. You have just done the first quarter of the mission.”
“How am I supposed to full trust you?”
“Only if you’re willing to listen. Who you’re with now and just got in the city, this child, is valuable. Just left out the part where Mr North had sent his niece.”
“So it was intentional when the kid knew he was gonna be picked up. Makes me a transporter, huh.”
“Yes....and you will be protecting him 24/7. Alone. The child is a high risk weapon, and you will protect him. Failure to meet any mission demands or unsuccessful means will result in your expulsion from your team. And I, alongside your superiors, will be watching.....above.”
Paladin Stories: Ghosts of the Void (1/4)
I’m thinking. I’m constantly thinking.
The last month wasn’t exactly fair enough to me. Least to say. Sure, might have got that party thrown at me, but when your work burdens you a day later, I’m sure there’s always something out there. The ruins, the remains, the mystery and the clues, then it leads to something being solved. Because I’m here to retrieve a package with a contact....
I remember how I was taken to a facility, probably in Russia, and they trained us for torture. Three weeks, no oxygen, food, or water. And my latent abilities being activated, I still wouldn’t have survived it. It was the instincts. Why would I have a single thought about this? Just for 4 hours? Well, it’s definitely the skill set of survival, ensuring I wouldn’t break—-and succumb to full immense torture, psychologically and mentally.
Now, it’d be physically. Running free of the captors and killing them, they set me afoot on a bike chase. A futuristic one, better than the Hollywood movies. Harnessed with zero gravity and power resilience, good stuff you can imagine. I’m left to fill out the details on my own.
My left arm still aches from the last man who tried to stab me with 10 needles, even worse than Chinese acupuncture. It’s bleeding, rapidly. I try to set the bike to autopilot, but it hurts to do so. Knowing fighting through the pain isn’t worth it. There are no bandage, unfortunately, so my remaining option is to rip my mask, partially, and cauterise the wound. Good thing the mask still covers the majority of my face. I feel the desert heat mixed with my coldness, creating some warmth, which does feel good.
The two henchmen seem to have caught up with me behind, because they’ve already fired shots while I’m dodging like it’s nothing. I look to the back and I wonder—-one thing they should be worried about....must be the dust storm back of our heads. Makes them sandy ghosts. Bad pun, eh? I couldn’t have thought of anything better in i. It takes me a quick peek to make sure who those guys are—-and it turns out to be ES agents, under brainwashing.
I decide to slide my bike, making me trip but I roll over with the perfect timing. And then the other guys don’t. Shame they didn’t see it coming. As I pick myself up and walk over to the fallen men, I profile them quickly with my scans. I shoot one of them in the head, face flat immediately. The other guy is still alive. He does nothing but surrender. To my (little surprise), he cuffs himself up. I alert the authorities as I drive off into the night....
When I’ve reached the city, it’s already 10. I land off my bike and make my way towards the mall. I gaze my head upon the city, still bustling and bright, especially the beautiful sight of the Burj Khalifa, in their 50th renovation.Two centuries later, it still looks good as heck, future Dubai is very Dubai.
But I know there’s a mission to do. Unless someone’s waiting—
A kid bumps into me. It’s clear he’s running towards my direction, but how? The kid stares at me with a sad face, as I spent a few seconds observing him, he doesn’t look like he’s local here. The sounds of people started scuffling around, as I realise the ES weren’t far behind. It seems like someone’s tracked me down well. North’s niece. And she’s coming for the boy.
Without reason to think or do so, I hold the child’s hands, telling him to stay put as I shoot the pursuers. He gets on the bike with ease, as I drive off in this chaotic mess. I can roughly hear their sounds of grunting and aggressiveness as they give pursuit. Soon enough, I allow my bike to drop off smoke bombs that give distraction and make a clean getaway for us.
*30 minutes later*
We’re at Dubai south. Apparently if taking a package wasn’t enough, it turned out to be some kid, so as I thought. I was supposed to meet a person that could give me what I came for, maybe he’s dead now. The watch tells me to head into the village. Grabbing the kid’s hand, I take him for a few corners, into a two story building and up the stairs. A man in the shadows greets me warmly.
“Hello, Ghostforge. You’re finally here.”
“What’s all of this about? A test?”
“Something like that. You have just done the first quarter of the mission.”
“How am I supposed to full trust you?”
“Only if you’re willing to listen. Who you’re with now and just got in the city, this child, is valuable. Just left out the part where Mr North had sent his niece.”
“So it was intentional when the kid knew he was gonna be picked up. Makes me a transporter, huh.”
“Yes....and you will be protecting him 24/7. Alone. The child is a high risk weapon, and you will protect him. Failure to meet any mission demands or unsuccessful means will result in your expulsion from your team. And I, alongside your superiors, will be watching.....above.”