*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*
Richard opened his eyes and looked at the display of the annoying alarm clock. 4:55 am. He rolled over and tried to ignore it. It didn't stop and he knew it was useless to hit the snooze button. As that was just a dummy button. It wouldn't stop until he was out of the bed, thanks to pressure sensors in his mattress.
Richard sighed and swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. Thankfully the alarm shut off. if it hadn't he might have been tempted to open a portal a drop it down the grand canyon.
Richard looked down at his forearms. Crisscrossed with scars in a grid pattern on both of his arms. When he'd 'joined' the top secret program he'd gone through 63 surgeries on his arms and hands. his bones in his arms and hands had been hollowed out then reinforced with titanium alloys. in the hollowed out spaces of his forearms minuter power reactors had been installed. Between both of his arms he could power all of Atlantic Canada for a few months before the draw of that much power overloaded his reactors and blew him to kingdom come.
in his hands had been installed some kind of device that created portals. Richard didn't know how it worked. All he knew was that he could teleport himself between places or create portals between them.
Richard walked over to the wall and flipped a switch. Overhead lights flickered on and cast the room in a soft glow. Revealing the bed he'd gotten out of, the bedside table next to it. the wall opposite the door was one massive window. outside of which Richard knew were spectacular views of the Rocky Mountains where the top secret facility was located.
To the left of the window was a plain white dresser. adorning the top was a single item. A ring on a string. The wall to the right of the window was home to a large gun rack. The weapons in it enough to make any gun happy fellow very happy.
Richard walked over to the window and stared at his reflection in it. he was tall. 6'2" with brown eyes and black hair. His face was handsome in a roguish way with a twinkle in his eyes that said he'd rather crack a joke than fight. But Richard knew he could fight. his training alone let him know that. His years surviving as an orphan around Canada had proven his will to survive. no matter what the cost. and when he'd been caught by the agency, instead of killing him for the crimes he'd committed to stay alive, they'd given him a second chance.
Richard shook his head. Pushing the thoughts from his mind. walking over to the gun rack he selected a Barrett REC7 from it and sitting down quickly field stripped it and reassembled it.
Richard snapped his fingers and shoved the gun forwards. It disappeared along with his hand. He let go of the gun and pulled his hand out of the portal he'd created. he walked over to the gun rack and pulled ten clips for the gun out of a box below the rack. he loaded them and tossed them into the portal after the gun. snapping his fingers again he closed the portal.
Richard changed into black tactical pants and vest. lacing on black combat boots he closed his eyes and disappeared.
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