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Chapter 1: ONU
Adam strode through the Pentagon's hallways, hands clasped lightly on his back as he surveyed the area with his blue tired gaze, all types of workers blurred around him, he wouldn't be surprised if he already passed a dozen or so spies.
The Pentagon was in a tiny amount of chaos, sure not as much as it could be in the case of, say, a nuclear war, but it was still a Pandemonium. As he walked, the workers pointedly tried not to bump into him as soon as their eyes recognized him.
His form approached the giant metal door that dwarfed him on the end of the hallway, his hand encased the panel beside it, opening it to a number pad. fingers quickly entered the asked code, it beeped and there was a pause.
Suddenly there was a whirring noise as the door's mechanisms came to life. white smoke came out of its hinges as it slowly opened it. A single computer on the opposing end of the dimly lit and empty room stared back at him as he approached it.
"You ditched me, sir." He whirled around to find his bodyguard who almost gave him a heart attack. a hand came to his chest above his heart. "Ohh, geez, MG!"
He inhaled a gulp of air as he leaned on the chair. "Are you already planning to kill your superior, Ms. Machine Gun?" He looked over at her with his eyebrow raised
"It would certainly be easy, sir." She said
"Äw, you're a sweetheart" He retorted dryly "Can you wait behind the door?" He gestured with his arm to the outside. "It would be, what was it? oh yes, a 'breach of protocol' if you stay in this room."
"If you say so, sir" Her tone came as neutral, but he could hear her displeasure hidden behind the normal formality.
There were a few seconds of silence before the metal whirring started again as the giant metal door closed, encasing the room and Adam in darkness. He clicked the button on the computer and the screen was lit.
After a few minutes of fiddling, he found what he wanted, he put the microphone on his head as the chatroom started beeping, indicating that its participants entered it
He adjusted the microphone and steeled himself for what was to come.
"Welcome, gentleman." He said to the mic
"I always hate this part" came Brazil's casual response
"It's a prestige to meetup digitally with you, America" Answered China, ignoring Brazil's blatant distaste
"Yes, it was quite a surprise when your country informed us of this rather... unorthodox meeting"
"Our first item in the Agenda is the incident, which I am sure that you are all aware of." He leaned back in the chair. " 2 days ago, one of our satellites captured the image of a strange spacecraft in a small town."
"Aliens? These shitters haven't been around here for 5 thousand years... why the hell would they attack us?"
"While I do not commend Brazil's foul language, I do certainly agree with him, why would they be active now? "
"What is the collected information on these invaders?"
"Information is scarce about these invaders, but we can be sure of this incident." He leaned back on the chair, the resulting creak echoing in the darkroom as he opened one of the cabinets on the table, fishing a file on the folders "One of our Level 2 objects caught an encrypted message coming over from outer space. It has been said that encrypting this message was ridiculously easy and that the real hidden curtain on this info was the object itself."
There was a pause as he skimmed the files, the sound of rustling paper no doubt being caught on the microphone "An ornate stone, riddled with a material similar to gold, its round hole on the top seems to emit highly irritating noise at times, it was deemed as Safe and simply irritating. However, at 10:49 am, approximately 1 week ago, it started emitting a different pitched noise."
"After a series of searches and speculations on the noise, as always. Researchers had the brilliant idea of displaying in a video format. The results were the aforementioned message. A message, or perhaps a warning about the enemies that would soon attack this planet." He closed the folder with a snap.
"What's your point?" Questioned Brazil.
"The stone is a very, very, old communication device"
"I see, not as much as an encrypted message, but more of a hidden one. . ." Said Korea
"We don't know why they attacked, much less at such a small scale, or if it even was an attack in the first place." He lied "But we would like the ONU to be aware that alien activity on this planet has started again."
"Well, shit."
The door of the car banged in result of it's closing, the hand that did so sliding a hand through Adam's face as he groaned. He looked up into the sky, it was night, the end of a day and he felt like he accomplished nothing.
"Sir?" MG raised an eyebrow from behind him, weapon still on hand like always. "Didn't you know at the beginning that it was gonna be useless?"
"Yep..."
"Then why are you sulking, sir?" She tilted her head at him.
"Why do you have to call it sulking?" He removed his hand and fished his cellphone from his pocket, his thumbs blurring as he typed a message. "Even if i knew it, it wouldn't make it less..." He hit send. "Frustrating."
He passed a hand on his blonde hair, looking into nothing for a moment before resolving himself. "Plus, no one accomplishes anything by presuming everything and not trying at all." He started moving, a hand straying on his pocket lazily.
"True sir."
They walked through the parking lot in the direction to his apartment, the sounds of the cricket adding in to the dead silence of the night together with his steps. The towering building that is his apartment looming being mostly a shadow in the darkness under the stars. There was no one in the streets as they approached the automatic door. He flashed the keycard up in the sensor and it beeped with a green light before opening.
"Sweet, sweet home." He muttered to himself after passing through the hallways and clicked the elevator button, MG shadowing behind him. He tapped his feet on the ground, he looked at MG.
MG looked at him.
"Can i help you, sir?"
"Eat."
She blinked at him.
"Last time you didn't." He frowned at her, his feet still tapping the ground.
"I didn't want to impose on your home, sir."
"Well, its technically your home now too, ain't it?" He raised both his eyebrows -unimpressively- at her.
"That sounds wrong, sir."
He recoiled a bit as the statement registered on his brain. He looked at her and then at himself, comparing both of them. He slowly raised his head thoughtfully, a hand cupping his chin as he looked into nothingness. "Hmm, we wouldn't make a bad couple, actually."
"Sir-"
But before she could finish, the elevator interrupted her, its doors swishing opening cleanly and automatically. He gestured for her to enter first.
They entered and he clicked the button on the panel. "Sir?"
"Hm?" He inquired.
"That bold statement that you did, sir?"
"What about it?"
"I don't think that would be the best move, sir."
"Oh, don't think about it, it was just a question of 'if'"
The rest of the elevator ride was uneventful, the silence coating them -comfortably-.
The door pinged and the doors opened to the hallway, he entered it and quickly approached his apartment, he flashed the key card, and much like the first door, it opened with a green beep, and revealed his home as MG closed the door behind him.
He lived in a moderate apartment, not too big nor tiny, enough to live by and be cozy with all of his belongings, he wasn't much for extravagance, after all. He took a gulp of air, quickly releasing it as he relaxed, the stress finally catching up to him and grabbing ahold of his limbs dragging them down towards the ground like two demolition balls were strapped to his arms and legs.
He turned sluggishly to MG.
"MG, i order you to take a shower, eat, relax and then sleep for a minimum of 8 hours." His voice said dramatically
"Yes, sir." She -straightened- and disappeared within the hallways.
Well, at least I can collapse in peace, He thought. For now.
His face hit the couch and he sighed once more, his hand strayed away to his pocket once again and he brought his cellphone so that one of his eyes could see the screen. He put on the contacts list, the names of people listed before his eye, people who he was acquainted with, people who didn't even matter or who he didn't remember appeared to him, he clicked on favorites, two listed on that category, he called the upper one.
He put the device to his ear as he listened to the monotone sound of the call that signalizes that it's calling.
"Be honest with me, how much did you screw up?"
"Why do you assume that i screwed up?" He huffed. "Anyways, i need to know if you have some boring suggestion or if i will just decide on my own"
"Heh, just joking with you..." The voice muttered quickly under his breath. "Well, this time, it's too much for me, there is too much paperwork sitting on my desk and on the floor to even think about something else."
"You and me both, though I can tell that mine came in smaller quantities."
"Lucky bastard, by the way, how's your bodyguard?"
"MG? she just went to shower with a knife hidden inside the cabinet and a heavy caliber gun leaned on the outside"
"I can see that you're taking a liking to her."
"Ha, I noticed the innuendo." He said, his voice as dry as sandpaper.
The voice laughed at his own joke, he blinked slowly, sleep reaching its way to his body. He lifted his body and sat on the couch. "Anyways, it was fun listening to your annoying voice, do call me never."
"I'll be sure to call you always. Also, Adam?" The voice said to him, its pitch lowering in the latter half of the phrase.
"Yeah?"
"Don't die"
"Hm..."
The voice sighed, its words taking a defeated tone "See you later, sucker."
"See you later, crappy president."
He ended the call, released his breath and lifted himself up from the couch, going towards the kitchen in search of foo-
And was rudely interrupted by a growing pain in the chest, like someone spilled warm water on his chest, he breathed in and breathed out, the air making a horrid sound on his throat as he noticed his difficulty to breathe properly. He supported himself on the wall as he searched his clothes, rufling everything on the way.
He heard his ear ringing as his nostril moved -furiously- in a meaningless attempt to suck in precious air, his hand slipped making him almost fall face first on the ground before swaying his way into balance, he coughed loudly the sound wet and dry at the same time. His throat lit on fire and the world started to spin together with his consciousness.
The door to the hallway was barged, the impact almost taking it off its hinges. "Sir!" A towel-wrapped MG rushed out of it, hair unkept and wet. She quickly assessed the situation with one glance at it and rushed to her backpack and took a white cylindrical object.
He fell, his back colliding with the cold, hard ground; the pain adding into the tornado of suffering as he panicky flailed, his hands trying to make him crawl but with no avail.
He felt the tip of the inhaler being thrusted into his mouth, the other hand plugging his nose while his pale lips closed around it shakily, she pressed the button and he felt a cold shudder go through him, it washed away the boiling magma inside him and it slowly, but surely, the sensation went away.
The inhaler was taken out of his mouth and he was actually allowed to breathe. His arms stopped flailing, his ears stopped ringing and soon enough, he was back on his feet. He looked at MG messy hair and heavy breathing still in effect. She was still crouched on the ground, head tilted downwards.
"You know... if i had looked... to the... right while on the ground... I might have seen your lower parts." He finished with enough breath.
She huffed good naturedly, head still downwards "I'm sure you would've been too busy dying, sir."
He laughed shakily. "Well, if i had died, it would've been an interesting last sight." One of her eyebrows went up and she stood up, her hand resting on her forehead, as she looked to the ground.
"I'm sorry for wetting your ground, sir."
"Sorry? You just saved my life, even if you took a crap in my bed, I would forgive you without hesitation."
She stiffened, the mere idea of it making her -uncomfortable-. "I'd rather not..."
"Well then..." He sat on the arm of the couch. "I have made a decision." His arm encircled the comfortable padding of the couch. "A decision, sir?" she questioned. "Yes!" He clapped "We cannot get stumped in here, licking our metaphorical wounds, we have to go somewhere and do something about it!" He explained dramatically.
MG looked amused behind her ever formal expression. "And what better place to go, then the source..." She blinked for a second before her eyes lit up with a strange glint. "I strongly advise you to shut your mouth, sir." Onyx's eyes turned flint; she glared at him.
"Yes! My nonexistent friends, to Beach City!"