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"God damn bastardo! I'll kill you for what you have done to my life!"
A gunshot rang in my ears.
I quickly woke up gasping for air. I looked around and all I saw was the room I was in. I sighed and then looked at the time; it was 8:00 in the morning. I looked at the fedora on the desk. I still remember everything, when that buff man shot down my father and then I quickly ran and shot him to avenge my father. I took some time to remember everything when I was a child.
I was a young Colombian boy named Johan Gonzalez with black short hair, black eyes, and light tan skin. I lived with my father and mother, we were very poor since my mother was a maid but yet we were happy together. My father was a veteran from World War 2 and has been traumatized from it. He remembers dark things from the war and didn't want to talk about it. He taught me military techniques and other things on how to defend myself if I need to. We were a happy family anyhow but yet it was cut short when some time passed by. After some years when I turned to be a teenager, a buff man with so many scars came to our house and demanded to see my father. It turned out that my father shot down the buff man's brother and before my father could say anything he was shot down by a pistol from the buff man. I didn't even take time to think about what just happened and only my instincts from what my father taught me came out. I quickly took the pistol from the buff man and shot him in the face. Blood was splattered in the entry of our silent house. My mother told me run and go somewhere else to live because the police were coming and they probably thought I was the murderer. I ran as fast I could and came to another little town away from my house. I came across a fedora which was a detective's favorite hat. My father always wanted to be a detective so I took the fedora in memory of my father. I needed money and for my mother too so I was looking around for a job. I came across a conversation between two men who said that there men needed for this war between RED and BLU and I wanted to know more. I asked them about this war and said that men were needed. I went to a office with a man with a RED military uniform. He told me that they need men and that they were losing the war between BLU and asked me if he wanted to train to be a mercenary. I didn't have time to think so I said yes.
After years of advanced military training they gave me a paycheck and I decided to send it to my mother. I was 20 now and in these years of training I learned how to be a RED espionage man or commonly known as the spy. They taught me everything on how to be spy and they commented on how great I was as a spy. I was going to be sent to a RED base somewhere far off to get used to my new life. I boarded a train with a red bomb logo and on top of it said Reliable Excavation Demolition. While on the train I met a Canadian man who was 18 he said. We quickly became friends after meeting each other as we also learned that we were going to the same base. His name was Austin Henderson with dark brown but yet almost black hair that went to the back of his neck like mine, green eyes, and really pale skin since he was Canadian. After some hours we finally made it to the base and as we said goodbye to each other I went to my room and I put the fedora on the desk and stared at it, the buff man and my father's bodies burned into my mind.
