Prologue-Two Steps From Death
June 19th, 2013
Blood.
It covered the walls, slick and everywhere. Stuck on the walls, pooling next to the bodies it had come from, all around everywhere. All different colors to match all different bodies. One in particular was still carrying out it's vital processes. In a layman's terms, he was still alive. He held on to the Mass Accelerator he had with a death grip. He coughed once, more blood spilling from his maw. He sighed, one word coming out.
"Damn them all."
He stood up, pistol outstretched, looking for more of the murderers. Right on que, another of the black armored men jumped out of a hall, gun ready.
Boom.
The agent was a crack shot, he had to be to even think of getting into a placement test. The infiltrator fell, hole in his head. The agent stepped up to the body, checking it. Raxokon Diamond-Ceramic Weave body armor, and a A-Level GH33K Plasma Rifle, both of which cost around 17 Million Dollars. To outfi the small army ransacking the agency, it must have cost a fortune. And that wasn't the weird part. The man had no face. No nose, mouth, ears, just eyes on a blank slate. The agent opened up his codex and checked a scan of the face.
No known species in the galaxy looked like that.
The agent cursed himself. If an army like this was hunting agents down, the country was no longer safe. There was only one other agency that could help him, but it was on the other side of the Atlantic.
The agent cursed himself. He needed two things-new clothes, and his papers. He would find those in the lockers, three hallways over. The facility wasn't that hard to navagate, even from the clean vestibule he was in.
Well, no so clean any more.
He stumbled through the halls, slamming a medkit into his profusly bleeding side. Almost like a miracle, the blood started to clot and the wound began to heal. He kicked down the locker room door, firing upon the occupants. Needless to say, they went down. The man went through the lockers and found his, labelled with his codename. He opened it, revealing the final pieces of himself he needed.
A passport, and the last suit he ever wore.
Now to find Torchwood.