Nothing made sense to me. Why is Rhys here? Why is there so much gunfire? It's all so confusing. Nothing is making sense to me. I need to find cover. Looking around for Rhys, I spy him dashing towards a ramshackled shack near the outskirts of the battlefield. He signals for me to regroup, so I sprint over. As I do, a grenade is thrown and lands at me feet. Panicking, I pick it up and throw it into enemy territory and keep running to Rhys. He closes the door behind me, and pulls me in close. "Alright, Flint. Do you remember the plan?"
"Oh yeah, of course!" I reply, cluelessly, "But, uh, can you say it again? For good measure?"
"You really don't remember? Fine. Your task is to eliminate as many hostiles as you can, without being seen. We need to be able to give this city back to the people so they can live here peacefully again."
"Sounds simple enough. Where do I go first?"
"There's heavy gunfire coming from each building. Use your power to accelerate and eliminate."
"Sick rhymes, Rhys" I stand up and crack my knuckles. "I'll do my best." Taking off out of the shack, I make a break for the nearest occupied building. During my sprint, I notice a device on my wrist similar to the grappling hook that Ricky gave me in London. It's almost the same...
It's exactly the same!
I know just what to do. I aim up to the top window of a building and think. The grappling wire comes out of the wristband and pulls me up to the window. I smash through into a room of armed insurgents. "Hey guys," I say, as British as possible, "smashing entrance, don't you think?"
Immediately after, I heard five prolonged gunshots. Five rifles were fired from the rest of the men in this room. The bullets had barely exited the barrels. I ran up to them, turned the bullets around, sending them back at the gunmen. Turning to go to the next floor below, I stop moving fast, only to hear the simultaneous sound of five bullets piercing five skulls. Euphoric. I fire the grappling back at the window and jump out. I swing back around and crash through a wall into the second-from-the-top floor. These guys must have heard me upstairs, because they already had their guns in hand, ready to rain lead upon me. Before they can fire, I fire the grapple and steal an assault rifle right from the hands of a soldier. I pull the trigger and mow them all down before they can fire a single shot.
After the massacre, I turn to smash into the next floor, but I am interrupted by the sound of door slamming open. A masked man wielding a sword bursts in, shouting something in an unfamiliar language. He rushes towards me. I panic! What was it that Ricky said about the grappling hook? I rack my memory for something he said...
I remember!
I push a button on the wrist strap. The wire comes out about a meter, then thickens. It's a sword! Why didn't I use this when fighting Agent 97? I'm an idiot! But I can't think about that right now. The masked attacker raises his blade, only to have it parried by my wire sword. He leaps backward, then immediately dashes at me again, with more fury in his eyes. I attempt to counter, but he counters my counter, then stabs at my face. I barely manage to strafe away, only to be kicked in the stomach and sent flying. Who is this guy? How does he have so much strength? He confidently strides towards me and picks me up by the throat. It's reminiscent of Agent 97. Whilst struggling for breath, I search for a way to escape. I look down and see a familiar emblem on his belt. A Black Star...
I take out my sword and slice his arm off. He screams out in pain and falters backwards. He swings his blade, only to have it parried. He loses his grip and it falls to the ground. I kick him backwards out of the window and I jump out and grab him. Same strategy as before. I grapple and smash into the floor below. The last one for this building. They all immediately fire at me, but I use the swordsman's body as a meat shield. Bullets are absorbed into him as I relentlessly charge through the room. All of their magazines are soon emptied. The time is now. I throw down the corpse and pull out my sword again. I hack and I slash through the room, blood painting the walls and carpets. Some tried to use detached bayonets to deflect, but they weren't fast enough to react. That's the first building cleared. And its only been 6 minutes. I walk to leave for the next targets, but something grabs my ankle. A hand? One of the soldiers is still alive!
"Death will come for you..." He reveals a detonator and presses it.
The building across the street from me explodes with ferocity. Glass bursts everywhere, and bricks fly in all directions. "Flint!" I hear Rhys shouting from across the street, "We have men in there! You need to save them!" He's right. The building is toppling over! They'll be killed! "There are about 107 people in there!" Without thinking, I jumped out of the building I was in and sped to the would-be ruins. So, I assessed the situation as I was running: three floors, 30 American soldiers, 68 enemy insurgents, 7 civilians, 2 minutes. It's not gonna be easy. The civilians are being held hostage in the ground floor, with 4 insurgents keeping them there. 6 soldiers are also with them. I must make haste. Running to my left, I burst through the door to the hostages. They're all slower than time. Perfect. One by one, I grab them and take them to a safe place. The hostages and soldiers I take to where I originally dropped in , the terrorists I tie up with their balaclavas and place in the custody of the other soldiers. That's 17 people rescued, and 1 minute and 40 seconds remaining. Onto the second floor. There are 12 terrorists and 3 soldiers in all. Again, I take them to the drop site and I return to the building. 60 seconds. On the third floor, there are 14 terrorists and 7 terrorists, and there are still 3 more floors to go. Floor three: cleared. 45 seconds. Floor four: cleared. 36 seconds. Floor five: cleared. 27 seconds. Floor six: cleared. 12 seconds. 12 seconds before the whole building collapses. It's all fine. No one can be killed because of this. "Flint! I'm stuck!" Agent Rhys?
"Rhys!" His leg is trapped under some rubble! Lets see: he's 100 meters away, and I have 6 seconds to reach him. "I'm coming!" I sprint over to him, dodging flames, barbed wire and other rubble. Once I reach him, I lift all the rubble away, but it's too late to do that. The building is almost crushing us. I have to stop this! Instinctively, I raise my arms above my head, bracing myself. But I don't feel any crushing...
Holy mother of all things good on Earth! I'm lifting a collapsed building! This is the strength that Ricky was talking about! I can do it! Rhys won't die! "Go! Get out of here, now!"
"Flint, you are a god amongst men!" Rhys says, with a hint of fatherly pride. He quickly hurries away, and sprints back towards the drop site. Just in time for something to drop in. A metal behemoth of a tank to drop in. It's the most intimidating beast I've ever seen. It's gun barrel is a set of jagged fangs, the tracks are tree-trunk legs and paws. And on the hull is the most terrifying sight of all: the insignia of Black Star. They've literally sent in the big guns.
"Agent 98!" shouted a voice from the tank. He's referring to me. "Come quietly and no blood shall be shed!"
"The only shed blood there'll be is yours!"
"Confident words, my friend." The voice began to seem more familiar, "If you resist, they shall be your last."
"Those would be some pretty badass last words, to be honest."
"Then perish."
"Lets go, Flint!" Rhys begins sprinting towards the tank, and I follow. He isn't as fast me, but is moving with drive and purpose. The tank's machine gun begins to fire. There's no way that Rhys can dodge or deflect them! I pick up the pace and cut in front of him, moving every bullet out of the way for him. I stop and begin deflecting bullets back at the tank with my forearm armor. He somersaults over me, with professionalism, and lands on the top of the tank. He reaches down to the front and rips the machine gun from the hands of the man inside. He jumps down back next to me and aims the gun.
"Rhys! That was amazing! How did you do that?"
"A magician never reveals his secrets." He says sarcastically, winking at me. But before we can engage in any more playful banter, the sound of a shell being loaded into the tank catches my ears. The long barrel points down towards us and gets ready to fire. Rhys can't protect himself from that! I have to stop him from getting hurt! As the shell is fired, I jump in front of Rhys and do my best to stop the shell.
The shell has so much power behind it! But somehow I have the strength to protect Rhys. I grip the projectile like Donkey Kong holding a barrel. And so, with the upper most limit of my power, I threw the shell back at the tank, absolutely destroying it. Scraps of metal flew everywhere, flames covering the ground between me and the drop zone. This strength. This power. Ricky was not lying, and neither was Rhys. Could I really become the most powerful being in the world? I turn to see if he's alright.
He most definitely is not.
I turn to see that a sword has been stabbed through his chest. As the blade is removed, his blood spurts out and he drops to the ground. No words. No final breath. Just dead.
I freeze in place, with tears running down my cheeks. Looking up, I briefly see his killer.
Agent 97.
"Au Revoir, bitch."
He shots a bullet into my brain.
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