Prologue
"Open the door!" a voice cried out from the end of a corridor.
"The manifest says we don't transport him until next week. According to protocol, we need at least three more armed men for this one." Replied a man who seemed to be hesitant with his orders.
"The colonel wants him now!" stated the voice, angrily.
After a heated exchange, the man agreed to go through with it and open the door. Inside the room, was a small bed only big enough for one person and a man in the center. He had a bag over his head and both of his hands were tied behind him.
"You're coming with us!" said one of the guys in an angry yet strangely excited tone.
The two men grabbed their prisoner and started down a dark hallway all the way up to an elevator. Outside the prison, which seemed to be in the middle of the desert, there was a military convoy waiting for them. The two men, along with the prisoner and two more armed soldiers went into the vehicle instructed to them.
"You gotta hear some of the stories I've picked up about this guy" said the driver.
"save it!" the passenger replied. "I don't want to hear a word about it until he's gone."
As the convoy started towards its destination, the two guards got up to discuss a plan of action with the two other soldiers.
"why does he need him now?" stated the guard in a less than pleased tone.
"that's classified information. I'm going to have to ask you to sit down." The soldier quickly replied as if it had been rehearsed.
"Does it have to do with the SHADOW WING project?"
"What was that?" the solder asked in a tone that confirmed that he was right.
The other solder broke silence to ease the tension. "We just need to move him to a more secure loc…"
"Really?!, I thought the plan was to use me as a weapon" said a voice behind the group.
The posy turned around to see the prisoner shaking his covered head in disbelief.
The guard was now more than concerned. "What the hell is he talking about?"
"Take a look in the crate over there" the first soldier said while pointing to a large wooden box near the door.
The two guards slowly made their way to the sealed crate. When they got it opened, they were puzzled with the contents within.
"is that a… jar of jam?" asked one of the guards.
"boss, take a look at this." Said the other guard; holding up a newspaper headline.
It was about the Wara Ningyo murders in Los Angeles many years before.
"Take the bag off of him" the guard ordered to his colleague.
"You don't want to do that" the soldier said with seemingly no intention to stop him.
Ignoring the warning, the guard preceded to grab the top of the bag and pull it over, revealing the man under it. He had long black hair and burn marks across his lower face.
"Ah, thank you. Now, could you please feed me some of what's in that jar, Mr. Mills"
As soon as the man said that, the guard was frozen in his tracks. "how in the hell did you know my name?"
As he said that, the sound of multiple vehicles behind them became apparent.
"Just what the hell are you, anyway?" the guard snapped at the man.
He replied as calmly as before, "I am far ahead of your understanding. I am the voice and action of my savior. I am the successor to all the corruption in this world."
"well, based on the situation, it looks like you failed" the first guard said to the seemingly helpless man on the ground.
"hardly" said the man as he quickly stood up and broke off the binds around his hands.
The first soldier went to his radio "we have a breech, do not stop the convoy."
As he said that, the prisoner was now jumping all over the place like a stray cat. One by one, he subdued the four men around him.
Just as he turned around, the back door blew off of the truck, revealing another group of vehicles behind them. Before reuniting with them, the prisoner turned around to say one last thing to the four injured men. " I am the successor to Kira. I am Beyond Birthday."