1981
I've been over this already, I could care less to dive back into those details. You should know how terribly this night went. Arash Kadivar. I don't know why I didn't see it coming sooner. How could I be so stupid? He left me for dead. It should have stayed that way! I wish it did, wish it could have. But Adler being as stuborn and desperate as he is thought otherwise.
Now this, I never mentioned what it felt like in the moment. The image of seeing a bullet soar through the air, causing many to set their weapons off, its burned into my brain. I waited for all the vehicles to speed off before I used my remaining strength to try and sit up to see if the driver was still alive. He wasn't and I had wasted my energy for nothing. I looked down, the blue folder now stained with my blood, a perfect handprint. It had vital info on our mission most likely my name and a few others, giving away my position and who I reported to. I didn't think I was going to make it out alive but if I did (which I did unfortunatly) then that folder would tell my captors exactly who I worked for. There was no lying my way out of this. But that doesn't mean it couldn't be done.
I had blacked out for a little while, couldn't have been long because thats when Adler found me.
"A live one." He called me.
When he picked me up over my shoulder I screamed in agony. His arm pushing deep into my bullet wounds. Mason had grabbed the file while Woods opened up the other door to confirm the dead driver.
The last thing I remember is the cold floor of the heli they laid me in as we took off. It was freezing.
When I awoke... I was in that stupid bed. IV's running through my arms, bandages I could feel wrapped tight around my wounds. From what I remember hearing it had been the first time I had awoken in a few days.
I could feel their eyes on me the moment I opened mine and gained consciousness.
"I'll admit, I didn't expect him to recover so fast." Adler's words rang through my head, echoing. Banging in my ears like a long concrete tunnel.
"When do we start?" Park was asking when they could take me off these wires and bandages. When they could begin the real work.
"Give him two or three more days. I want him healed, but only enough so that we won't kill him."
Fastforward three days later. How generous Adler was to give me an extra day. I stared at that red door on the third day, waiting for someone to walk through it. I wanted to get this over with.
Alder walked through it, the gaurds leaving the room as he entered. He pulled up a chair right next to me and sat.
"This can be really easy for the both of us you know. Or you can make this more difficult than it needs to be. Just tell me where your boss is and you'll walk out of here alive." His aviators looked right through me.
"I'm going to make you work for this one. This intel proves too good for you not to earn it. But you won't, so you should just kill me now." His fire amused me. It puts a rather smug smile on my face. My laugh only resulted in him walking out, no emotion on his face. The gaurds came back inside and began removing the IV's and stood me up. We began our stroll down the hallway.
I hadn't realized how stupid the Americans could be until this point. I tossed their arms back and did what I thoroughly enjoyed, cause a scene.
If there are any reports about my time at the CIA left, they probably didn't include this part. Why would they? It wouldn't be a great look if a top secret Perseus agent nearly evaded capture and interrogation within the first five minutes of really being concsciouss.
I ended their lives with a swift bullet each. I took their uniforms and it just so happened that one of them had my Redeemer within their possession. Heathens. A mistake on their part to say the least. From there it all went downhill. As for who..? Well thats all on your point of view.
Anthony slipped on the balaclava and helmet lasttly to complete the look. His head was on a swivel as he darted left and right before making his way down the hall. The walls were similar to the one in his room. Grey, white with tiled floors. He peaked in one of them. And then another. This wasn't any regular place for POWS. He was in a lab.
Redeemer in one hand, he rushed down the halls taking more lefts and rights, having not a clue where he was going to end up.
"You. Aren't you supposed to be at your post?" One of the soldiers questioned him as he rounded the corner.
"I was told to alert.." he made a mumbling noise under his breath to make it appear as if he were saying someone's name.
"Who?" The soldier squinted through his goggles.
Anthony mumbled once more.
"Speak up!"
Growing ill of going back and forth he fired one bullet into the man, leaving him dead.
"What was that?!" He heard another shout, footsteps rushing towards him.
Thinking quickly he looked up to see an entrance into the air duct. He leapt, closing the small opening behind him right as a group of men came to discover the bloody mess Anthony left behind.
One of the men sighed. "Tell Adler about this. I want the building shut tight. Nobody in or out." They all circled around the body, looking down at it. "Clean this up!" He shouted before rushing away.
Anthony peaked down at them from above. Someones going to be in a lot of trouble he thought to himself. Crawling through the dusty vents, he heard soldiers shouting and rushing down the halls along with small disscussions with soldiers and other scientists.
"For security purposes sir..." one of them said
"Just wait here for now. Until the alarms go off."
He crawled, seeing another opening of light shine through, he stopped to take a peak.
"I left him with your men for barley five minutes!" He heard a man's voice.
"I'm sorry sir. I'll make sure my men never get too comfortable like that again. But we did find a uniform removed from one of our own." He looked to see a soldier apalogize, his helmet by his side.
"Find him. Tear this entire place a part if you have to. Have all gaurds remove their headgear." The same man from earlier. The one with the glasses.
A sudden creak in the vent was made, barely noticible. Anthony crimged hoping nobody heard it. He began to feel as if the beating of his own heart would give him away.
"Try not to rough him up too much soldier. He'll need the energy for questioning." He looked beside the man to see a woman speak. One of English descent. Always interesting to see the two allies collaborate. But on what exactly? Must be something important if its in a lab. He thought to himself.
The soldier left, the man and the woman following behind. "Park, get Hudson on the line." He said, the door closing.
Anthony opened the small opening of the vent, sliding the door aside without a single sound. He landed on the ground, the only noise being silence and the ticking of a clock on the wall.
This was someone's office. Most likely the blonde man's. He peaked around the room. Looking at all the papers on the desk, trying to find anything that could tell him what was going on. Requeim, Aether stuff.. useless. There was however one thing he found. A photo. It was like someone took a picture from his brain and placed it in his hands. That purple realm he used to see. There it was in his hands. When was this dated? That was a more personal matter he didn't have time to think about unfortunatly. He stuffed the picture in a pocket and kept looking.
Then he found a vanilla folder. Opening it he saw very few peices of intel but all of it was about Perseus. He placed his finger on the outdated picture of the man. He looked the same way he had when he first encountered him as a child. He slipped the folder into his vest, deciding it best to read later.
"Station here. If he gets past you, he's gone and so is your job." He heard a commanding voice say through the walls. He must have been inches away from escaping.
Adjusting his uniform to appear proper, he then opened the door. There stood four gaurds at the entrance. "There he is!" One of them shouted.
Anthony drew his pistol, killing three of them. Nearly finishing off the fourth, he heard his pistol click. He tucked his pistol back into its holster, frustrated. Feeling around his vest, he found a semtex. Doing what he had to, he threw it at the enemy, hearing it stick. He rushed back inside the office to take cover. Hearing a loud boom, he opened the door back up to see ruble stacked on top, the light of day, a large open gap.
And today was the day those capitalists almost captured Russia's greatest hit! He amused himself, springting towards the exit. He heard something flash off the walls, he didn't dare to look, trying to focus on the remaining inches in front of him. The flash canister exploded, disorienenting and temporarily blinding him. He stumbled.
Feeling someone place a firm grip on his shoulder he swung a left hook aimlessly, his vision a blur. "Someone skilled, nice." He smiled, his vision becoming steady. "Go ahead dislocate my shoulder, I'm sure a deep cut wound is plenty worth it." He felt someone's knee digging into his spine.
"You know POWS aren't supppsed to talk this much." A woman spoke. Anthony recognized her voice from earlier.
"And fragile people like yourself don't belong in this field of work." He chuckled, trying to agrivate his enemy.
"Adler we have him. Prep the interrogation room." Park said, twisting the man's shoulder, a loud crunch resulting. He let out a quick yell as he penetrated her leg with his knife by his leg.