March 25, 1981

Perseus Base

Moscow, USSR

After listening to the soft melodies of the tape he stashed it away in a drawer inside his desk. He opened the door to his new quarters and stepped outside wandering the hals until he found Perseus talking to another man. Perseus finished his conversation just as his right hand began approaching.

"Come." He motioned for Anthony to follow.

Entering his office, Perseus offered him a seat at the giant table. At it were many files and six leather chairs. The room was a decent size office for one person. Or at least thats what he thought. The red carpet added a sense of seriousness to the room.

"Tell me what do you remember?" Perseus asked sitting down. "About your time here or previous to the CIA."

He sat in silence for a moment, staring at the floor, gathering his thoughts. "My mother... sister. Friend, a butler." The thought of them made him want to burst into tears, pleading for them. "I cared about them so much."

"And your father?" Perseus was curious about what he remembered.

"I can't see his face. I don't even know his name. I don't know if we were close. I think I wished we were." He said finally looking away from his feet and to Perseus.

"Tell me their names."

He told them their names, the names he knew that is.

"I don't know my parents names."

"As I said earlier, your father died a hero. Anatoly was shot down trying to defend one of his wounded comerades during his time drafted into the war. Of course it was the Americans who did this, to no surprise but at least now we know he didn't die for nothing." He said extending his arms outwards. "Your father performed many acts of heroics heard by many. It was a shame to hear the death of a true soldier."

"And the rest of my family? What became of them?"

Perseus sighed. "They too were killed. Brought into the bloodshed they never should have been brought into. It was never their fault, they just so happened to be caught in between the fighting. Nato, British spies had been in Moscow. A stupid mistake of them to enter into the heart of the USSR. Their target, innocents. They wanted to make a statement. They burned down many homes within Moscow, one of them happened to be yours."

Anthony looked back down at his feet. He wanted to feel sad, full of greif. Any other person would, but he wasn't any other person. A person who had been made to forget those he once held so dear to him, thats who he was. It made him angry and sad that he couldn't greive, not because of their death, but because he really didn't remember them.

"Your father was to give this to you upon his return, of course that never happened but he had set it aside for you to have." Perseus slid him a pistol across the table, very identical to the Magnum pistol he once weilded.

Anthony turned his attention to the weapon, his eyes looking bloodshot red, holding back emotions his mind couldn't process correctly. He picked it up noticing this wasn't the typical magnum. An added feature within the barrel made it much more deadly and quicker than the standard magnum. "A Redeemer." He said a break in his voice.

"Ahh yes. A very rare model, but one of the most powerful weapons a man can posses. Which leads me to the next thing. You lack many skills I taught you. The CIA made sure of this. However I'm glad to see they didn't supress your cryptography skills. But you will have to relearn many of the skills I taught you previously. I will train you so that you may never fail again. It will not be an easy task but if you have done it before, then you can do it ten times over."

Anthony held the pistol in hands, laying on his lap. He sniffed, full of emotion. He refused to let anyone see him cry. He looked up, his eyes still red. "When do we start?" The look of rage and determination created a smile across Perseus's lips.


April 5, 1981

Anthony Petrov

Perseus Training field

Moscow, USSR

Within the span of the past two weeks his eye had finally healed enough that the docotors finally unbandaged it. He felt the spot on his face where the banages had been, it was nice to have remenants of his past finally removed. With his body mainly recovered he had made much progress within such short amount of time. However each day was more and more challenging. Today they were going to be focusing mainly on steady aiming and shooting. It had been a few weeks since he had even held a weapon much less fire one. Perseus handed him a Pelington Sniper.

"One of my favorites." Anthony smiled. Dressed in a T-shirt and military pants he stepped through the door of the jeep. Accompanied by two other men, he and Perseus marched towards the shooting range. The grey clouds hovered over them for miles. For whatever reason Perseus intened to come here knowing it might rain. He finally worked up enough courage to ask what he couldn't two weeks prior.

"I mean no disrespect when I ask, but if I was such a valauable asset, why didn't you come searching for me yourself. Why send others to do your work for you? When I was being held witht the CIA i mean."

"I did try looking myself. But between you and continuing with our uprise to power, I had to devote my attention to one thing. After issuing a bounty I figured it would make balencing everything much easier. Plus I had no doubts about you finding your way back and eacaping from the CIA's grasp."

"Had it not been for Kardivar none of that ever would have happened." Anthony said in disgust, setting up his weapon on top some wooden crates.

"Had the CIA not killed him instantly, I would have. At the time he viewed you as a threat to what he called "the competiton." He was jelous of you, even I could see it. But he was also arrogant. Had he not died by the CIA his arrogance would have been the death of him."

He sighted in his scope, looking through it he saw metal targets, in the shape of people. He began to relax his body to take the shot. Perseus and the other two of his men stood behind quietly watching, judging.

"Aim for the head." Perseus said loud enough for his prodigy to hear.

He steadied his breathing patterns and aimed. Pow! He removed his eye from the scope and back again. "Missed." He said observing the freshly made bullet hole on the shoulder part of the target.

"Again." Perseus said, this time a bit louder.

Pow! Another miss.

"Again." Perseus spoke. Each time he missed he got louder and louder.

He had shot at least seven times before Perseus swapped tactics. He was about to make it eight, looking into the scope, breathing patterns indicating he was becoming frustrated.

Perseus came up from behind snatching the weapon from Anthony's grasp, knocking him down on his back. He set handed the weapon over to one of the men observing all of this. Landing on his back he immediatly jumped back to his feet forming a fist. His livid expression remained on his face as he held back his fist, realizing what he was doing. One of the soldiers quickly jumped infront of Perseus ready to see what Anthony would do.

"Do it. Use that aggression. Use it and you will never grow tired in a fight. But if you use too much of it you will be blinded and your enemy will always win." Perseus said, trying to confuse the younger man. Observing from his left he spoke to the soldier, "Begin." The soldier swiftly landed a punch to the side of Anthony's head. Stumbling back he was able to hold his balence. Having practiced basic moves on fake tackle dummies and punching bags in the previous weeks he was eager to fight an actual human being. The soldier charged him with much agression. But Anthony had more. Faking that he was still somewhat distorted he rammed his knee into the man's jaw, forcing him to one knee. As he was holding himself up by one arm, Anthony landed another punch, this time to the other side of his skull. Laying on his back Anthony began laying punch after punch. Perseus slid him a pistol acoss the ground. Sliding into his knee he haulted his now bloodied fist as he picked up the pistol, the Redeemer. Picking it up he aimed it to the side of the soldier's head. Thinking for a moment he laid down his weapon and stood up, still filled with rage.

Perseus took his own pistol from his belt and shot the man. "Hesitate like that again and it might be your life." Suddenly it began to rain. The drops were slow and light at first but they immdiatly began picking up, and soon enough it began to pour.

"I didn't think-'' he was cut off.

"You won't have time to think when a bullet is shot between your eyes. You cannot hesitate!" He said dropping his own coat. "Your family died because you couldn't save them! Don't let your death be because you couldn't save yourself! Your mother would be ashamed to know her child couldn't be strong like she needed him to be." Perseus hissed, trying to make him tick.

He stood there looking at the ground, trying to resist. "Pathetic." Perseus spat. That was the final straw for him. Gun in hand he aimed but not before Perseus knocked it out of his hand. A left hook and then a right. A knee to the face, Anthony was working his mentor. However when he knowcked Perseus to one knee he took out his knife and thinly peirced the younger man's abdomen. He knocked the knife out of Perseus' hands and quickly pulled out his Redeemer. He fired without a thought. Click!

Perseus now a bloodied mess smiled. "Good." He chuckled. "Now try again." He said motioning over to the sniper the other man was holding.

Anthony walked over and snatched the weapon from the soldier's hands and aimed. Pow! He allowed another bullet to enter the chamber. Pow! Another shot. Pow! Within seconds he had fired three bullets beautifully into the heads of three of the targets. He backed his eye away from the scope and set the weapon down. The adrenaline rush began to fade away.

"Perfect." A sinister smiled creeped across Perseus' face.

After a day full of firing a variety of weapons he began to get back into his old tactics. They began to feel familiar. It was as if he never missed a step.

Finally returning back to base hours later he visited the medical bay for stiches. Soon after he returned to his quarters and freshened up. Walking past his desk he opened the drawer revealing the casset tape Park had somehow snuck into his pocket. He picked it up and sat on his bed. He ran his finger over the label on the tape. Somewhere, possibly across the world right now was the owner of this tape. If the day ever came where they met once again he hoped he would be prepaired. But that was not anything he could control at the moment so why worry about it. He was given another chance at life, thanks to Perseus. He was the only being on the face of the planet that he could put his loyalty in. Tomorrow they will train again. Each day they will train harder until Perseus decides he is ready.

Authors note: This story is very close to wrapping up and afterwards I will begin brainstorming and writing for my next projects. So expect there to be chapters for my other story that I'v already posted. But it may be a few weeks between the end of this story and the begning of the next. Also like I said before I try to post at least one chapter weekly but it sometimes may be late. Anyways feel free to leave suggestions as comments either on Wattpad or as reviews on . I do hope many of you are enjoying this story. Also thanks for all the likes and favorites!