"Rhys!" I screamed out in desperation.
"Flint! Oh thank God you're alive!" Holly said before tightly embracing me. "You were unconscious for so long, what happened?"
"I think he went back into his memory." Ricky answered.
"Yeah. Yeah, that's right." Something clicked in my head. Agent 97 worked for the F.B.I, yet betrayed them, killing Rhys and then taking me away. And Ricky and Holly...
"Get off of me!" I shout, breaking free from Holly's arms. "Are you two sure that you're F.B.I?"
"What's left of it, yes."
"How can I be sure that you aren't just like Agent 97? How can I be sure that you aren't gonna turn around and kill me!"
"What? Where is all this coming from?"
"In my memory, Agent 97 killed me and another F.B.I Agent. His name was Rhys." I felt a tear roll down my cheek. "How can be certain that I won't end up like him?"
"Flint, let's be rational about this." Ricky went to put his hand on my shoulder.
"I said get off!" I hear a gunshot. From Holly's direction.
The bullet went straight through my head, but I didn't collapse. A stream of blood ran down my face, but then stopped after about two seconds. "You see, Flint?" Holly said, "even if we wanted to, we wouldn't be able to kill you. There is a way to kill you, but we don't know what that is."
"So, the chamber in the lab, and the serum..."
"Flint, the serum didn't give you your power. It was a suppressant. The true source of your power is unknown, but Holly figured something out."
"Whatever the suppressant is doing, it's grip is weakening. With every drop of blood that is spilled from you, an equal drop of the serum is removed from your body. Your speed, your strength, your regeneration, it all comes from somewhere else."
"Does that mean you aren't going to betray me?"
"Why would we do that when we know that you could easily kill us?" I suddenly came to the realization that they were not the ones I needed to worry about.
"Agent 97 needs to be stopped. And as soon as possible."
"That's all well and good, but we have no way of getting out of this wasteland. Got any bright ideas either of you?" asked Ricky. He was right. Even if we knew where 97's base was, it would probably take many days to get there. But overhead, a low rumble was heard. Holly signaled to the metal corpse of the flying car. Our only hiding place. As we ran for cover, we saw the source of the rumble: a Chinook! We saw the imposing Black Star logo and knew that we were in for a fight. Holly pulled out her pistol, and I readied my grapple blade. Ricky opened the glove-box of the car and pulled out an M16 assault rifle. He pulled out spare magazines and came and joined Holly and I. Black Star soldiers dropped down from the helicopters and immediately began firing. From behind cover, Ricky shouted, "This is for Guillotine, assholes!" He rained lead on the attackers, with expert precision. Holly was doing the same. I used their suppressing fire as an opportunity to run up and spill more blood. Dodging both sets of bullets, I sliced through the opposing force with ease, each swing of my sword adding to the culling of the enemy. The dusty ground was re-hydrated with more and more gallons of blood. I pierced skulls with the grappling hook, then pulled them directly into my fists. I cracked jaws with speed I couldn't have dreamed of. Holly was right: the serum is leaving my body. Making me strong. I smiled from beneath my mask. Oh what fun this all is! I hope it never ends! But it did.
All that remained was scattered corpses and a helicopter. And all of the spilled blood, of course. I turned to Ricky and Holly. They had caught their breath and began walking towards me. "That was a close one, Flint!"
"You two! How and when did you learn to shoot like that?"
"What do you mean? We're F.B.I, aren't we?"
"But you're two scientists!" I exclaimed, with confusion, "You have expert marksmanship!"
"Well..." But before either of them could explain, another rumble filled the air. Another Chinook! With more soldiers this time! I readied my sword once again, but it was immediately shot out of my hand. A sniper! Soldiers came down holding a large weapon of sorts, and they fired it straight at me. Still in shock from the sniper's attack, I was unable to dodge the projectile. I was hit! And I couldn't move! Of all of the things they could use against me, a bloody net gun is the most effective? "Ricky! Holly! Run!" And they did. They sprinted away and clambered back into the car. But they're just gonna be surrounded. We're doomed! The soldiers began to advance towards them. They're doomed! But from the corner of my eye, I catch Holly flipping a switch on the dashboard of the car. The steering wheel changes shape, and the bonnet opens up to reveal something astounding: a giant Gatling gun! This is 2050, I guess. The future is bright. I think. Holly gets behind the gun and begins mowing down the Black Star on-comers. Bullets are flying, and so is blood of our enemies. Bullets pierce straight through their bodies and begin to hit the helicopter. I think some of them hit the engine, because it's on fire. And as soon as the sniper tries to fly away, the Chinook explodes. We have won this battle, all the while I was stuck in a net.
"Again, I am very confused as to how you pulled this off!"
"Flint, I'm tired of you asking us this!"
"Then just tell me the truth already! Why are you searching for me? Why is it just you two? How can you shoot so well? Do you know anything about me? Why am I being hunted?"
"Flint, just calm down. We'll tell you everyth..."
"And PLEASE get me out of this godforsaken net!" I cried out in desperation, "Wait, you will?"
"Yes! We will! So sit yourself down, and we'll tell you everything. Right from the start."
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When they were just 23 years old, twins Richard and Holly Green signed up to join the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Richard, or Ricky as he was more commonly known, had earned multiple degrees by the time he was 23, including Mathematics, Sciences, Engineering and at least 5 more. Holly had multiple degrees as well, in Foreign Languages, Law and Computer Science. They had both also worked at NASA for 3 years. Wanting to help better the world, and push towards are more brighter future, they created devices/ inventions that were 'unorthodox' and 'mildly dangerous', according to their bosses at NASA. Some of their creations include Flints grappling hook, touchable holograms and fully functional hoverboards. The technology used for the hoverboards were the basis for their inevitable E.M.I.L.I.A flying car, the Electro Magnetic Interspace Levitation In-flight Automobile. After they signed up for the FBI, the Bureau immediately saw their scientific potential. However, they both wanted to attempt the basic training anyway. The Bureau agreed to their decision, and negotiated that, even if they performed well, they would not allow two brilliant minds to be wasted in the field. The twins were inclined to agree.
At the start of the 20 weeks or training, it was gruelling for them. They struggled with the physical aspects, and were beginning to lose confidence. However, on the third day, they began firearm training. They excelled in this, with marksmanship the Bureau had never seen before. And with this, a fresh ego boost was given, and their self-esteem climbed higher and higher. After the first week, they were already at the standard of most veteran agents. During the following 19 weeks, there physical capabilities had improved immensely. Ricky was a master in self-defense, whereas Holly had elite prowess with firearms.
The Director of the F.B.I, Felix Ashfield, saw their potential to become Agents 99 and 100, and even decided to tell them that. They understood the pressure that those titles held, and because their desire to change the world through science was so strong, they declined the offer. They were then employed in the Science and Technology department of the F.B.I, and for the best part of a year, they were developing new pieces of technology like clockwork. 6 months into their employment, they created E.M.I.L.I.A, named after their mother. For their contributions to the development of engineering, they were both awarded Nobel Prizes. This is also around the time that they met two other genius scientists: Dr Lyons and Dr Reede. Dr Lyons engineered the first bionic arm that can function at the same capacity as a human arm, and with more features such as a fan, a heater, a touchscreen and much more. Dr Reede invented a near-perfect cloning device, that, because of ethical reasons, was never used on humans. The four became close friends, confiding in each other, sharing scientific discoveries and generally being great friends. 6 months later, Ricky, Holly, Dr Lyons and Dr Reede had finally 100% perfected the flight mechanism for E.M.I.L.I.A. Lyons and Reede let the twins have the first flight test, as it was their creation. And on August 16th 2048, their first test flight took place. It would also be their last.
August 16th 2048 was the date that Operation: Guillotine took place. It was Black Stars plan to decimate the entirety of the F.B.I. The endeavour was successful. By the time that Ricky and Holly had returned from their test flight, HQ was up in flames. Corpses were scattered across the grounds. Rubble was everywhere. It was carnage. A massacre. When they stepped forward, Ricky felt something tug on his trouser leg.
It was Director Ashfields arm. He was barely alive.
"Ricky, Holly." he whispered, "You must find Agent 98. His name is Flint." He struggled, but lifted up his arm and handed them a USB stick.
"I believe in the both of you" He closed his eyes and let death take him. They both had no idea what to do, or how to react. All of their friends and colleagues. All of their inventions. With no opposition for Black Star, they would surely conquer the world. They needed to find this 'Flint'. The Director thought he could be vital, so they had to respect his final wish. With sadness in their hearts, they hurried to E.M.I.L.I.A to read up on Agent 98. And they discovered plenty.
AGENT 98: FLINT
Full Name: Flint [REDACTED]
Date Of Birth: 15 June 1998
Personality: Chilled, Humorous, Temperamental
Family History: [REDACTED]
Abilities: Accelerated Regeneration, Superhuman Strength (<36,000 tons), Superhuman Speed (<1000 m/s), Sped up reaction speeds (0.04 seconds), Heightened senses
Issues: Has a short temper, enjoys violence a bit too much, is a walking electrical interference for reasons unknown
Threat Code: 10
Current Location: In the custody of Black Star
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It wasn't whole lot of information to go off of. But if Flint hadn't been at the Operation, then he must be in a lab somewhere, perhaps even forgotten. If he had been forgotten, then it was likely he'd be in suspended animation, ready to be awakened.
This was the start of Operation: Phoenix
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"And that's the whole truth."
"Wow. I can't believe it." I said in disbelief, "I'm so sorry that I thought you were traitors."
"It's fine, Flint."
"No. It's not fine." I sat up and took them both into my arms, "Thank you for reviving me."
"We should probably try and find Agent 97."
"That's a great idea, Flint." Ricky said, condescendingly, "Except we have no idea where he is. And if we did, then we'd have no way of getting there! We are trapped in the middle of nowhere!" Just as he said that, I could hear the click of a trigger being pulled. One of the Black Star soldiers was still alive, but he was out of bullets.
"I'll take of him." Holly pulled out her pistol and fired at him.
"No!" I said, speeding over and barely managing to catch the bullet, "We need him alive! And wow, I'm fast."
"Why do we..?" Holly began to ask, "Oh, wait. He can take us to 97!" Ricky walked over and handed me my sword.
"You. Lead the way." I asked.
"And why should I do that?" he responded. I put the tip of my blade up against his spine, drawing a small amount of blood.
"You know damn well why." Without hesitation, he began taking us in, hopefully, the right direction. It felt like hours before he finally stopped.
"We're here." But there was nothing. Just more expansive wasteland.
"You've lead us to nowhere!" I dug the sword further into his back.
"No, no, no! I swear, we're here! Spare me!" He reached into his pocket and took out a keycard. Walking over to a cactus, he pulled on one the arms to reveal a card scanner. After scanning his keycard, a giant door revealed itself.
"The entire base is concealed with reflection tech. It takes in its surroundings and creates a disguise based on the environment. If it were in a forest, you would be seeing trees instead of rocks and desert."
"Hey, that's really interesting!" I said, seemingly sarcastically, "We don't need you anymore." Holly whipped out her pistol and shot him. Ricky dragged his body towards the door and took a look at the three scanners: fingerprints, eyes and the key card. He lifted up his body, removed a glove, and placed his finger on the first scanner. It was accepted. He took off his face mask and planted his face on the eye scanner. It too was accepted. Holly swiped his keycard, and door slowly began to slide open. It opened to a long corridor, that stretched out for about 100 metres, with doors on either side, spaced out every 25 metres. There has to be a plethora of enemies behind each of those doors. Whatever would come our way, we were ready. Sprinting down the hallway, the first two doors opened, with a total of 7 soldiers jumping out, surprised to be sure. They fumbled for their weapons, a couple of them even dropped their guns. Holly put them out of their idiotic misery with 3 quick shots to the chest. I then ran up and punched them straight in the jaws, and I could hear the bones shatter as I did it. Fortunately for us, that was the first two rooms cleared. Unfortunately for us, one of them was still hanging on. Hanging on to a lever, setting off an alarm throughout the compound! "You son of a!" Ricky shouted, before pressing the gun into his head and pulling the trigger, "Now prepare for an onslaught, guys!" He was right. We had seven foes before, but now that number tripled with the amount of soldiers preparing to lay waste to us. Ricky and Holly wouldn't stand a chance. Nothing to shield them from the barrage of bullets. Except for me.
"You two! Reload and get behind me, now!"
The soldiers began to fire.
And after that spilling of blood, we had made it to the end of the corridor. Finally. We are ready to face Agent 97 again. Ricky and Holly jogged on past me, and as I went to join them, they opened the door to the main room. And there he was. Pointing a pistol at the door. He fired.
Ricky and Holly had been shot.
They're dead.
"YOU BASTARD!" I screamed in rage. I could have saved them! I could have! But I was too slow. It's morbidly ironic: the fastest being to exist was too slow to save his saviours. His only friends. I had no time to sit and mourn, though. I can grieve whilst fighting their killer! He charged at me, sword drawn. What he didn't know is that I have a sword of my own! I activated it and immediately parried his attack.
"A blade of your own, eh? Which of your deceased friends invented that?"
"SHUT UP!" I cried out, thrusting the sword at him. He dodged it and sliced the left part of my ribcage. It healed, and I quickly turned and swung at him. This time he was the one to parry, and countered by slicing at my chest. I ducked underneath it and dropped kicked him straight into the wall. I deactivated my sword and fired the grappling hook at him. He moved out of the way, but his right shoulder was still pierced.Pulling myself towards him, I kicked my legs straight through the wall either side of him. He had nowhere to go. And I just kept punching. And punching. And punching. "TELL YOUR PRECIOUS FIVE THAT I'M GONNA END THEM!"
"I'd like to see you try!" He stabbed me in the stomach with his katana. Then he pulled out his machete and sliced my throat. I fell, and trying to stand up, I too was shot in the head.
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As I gradually opened my eyes, I moved my arm to wipe my brow. But I couldn't. It's restrained. And so is my whole body. I tried to pull myself free, but the restraints are too strong. They're likely very high-tech. The room I'm in is incredibly dark. Thanks to my enhanced senses though, I can see. I can see a figure, lurking in the shadows. Is that 97?
"97!"
"Ah. You're finally awake. It's been a few days, now. Thanks to your unending resilience, there hasn't been much Black Star activity. We can't do anything until you comply."
"Then I just won't comply."
"Oh, but you will." He revealed what looks like a detonator. It has two sides, and he presses down one of the buttons. A giant amount of electricity floods my veins and nervous system. It was so damaging to me. I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I had never felt such immense physical pain. But my emotional pain is far greater. I have the strength to carry on. I truly do have unending resilience. After the shock was over, I looked up at 97.
"Is that all you've got?" It isn't. He pressed the button again, and the pain only seemed to worsen. The pain got so terrible that cuts began to appear on my body, and the electricity seemed to leap out of the wounds. That's how strong it is. But he does not know my strength. I grit my teeth and stare directly into his eyes.
"You persistent little cock! I've been torturing you for three days at this point! And for what? For you to resist me? I've been resisted for far too long, you punk bitch!" He started stabbing me with his machete, seemingly out of desperation, "How about some more electricity, eh?" So much pain. So much torment. But I have to live on. Persist and resist! PERSIST! AND! RESIST! I used all of my might and headbutted 97's mask. It may have been a strong armour, but it cracked clean in two. His face is now revealed. Or, to be precise, her face.
"Oh Christ."
"What? Do you feel bad that you've been stabbing a woman?"
"I'm a pioneer for equal rights. I stab guys, girls and all in between."
"Wow. What a socially unbiased man."
"Oh, thanks." After my thanks, she planted her fist straight into my stomach.
"I shouldn't be complimenting you! You're nothing as you are!" She kept punching my as she spoke, "Join us! Make the Five the Six!"
"Heh. I'd rather make you lot the Zero." She stabbed me this time, likely out of frustration, "Hey, remember when I said you don't have faith in those cucks? I still don't think you believe in them." She stabbed me again.
"How dare you test my allegiance to the Five! Why would you think I wouldn't believe?"
"I'd know a victim of brainwashing anywhere. When I was freed from that laboratory, which, by the way, thanks for putting me there, I saw may a device lying around. Prototype plasma rifles, busted holograms, etc."
"Where are you going with this?"
"I also saw something labelled 'Mind Control chip'. Now, my long term memory may be absolutely crap, but I do remember it looking like that device on your neck." She put her hand on the side of her neck. There it was. A chip embedded into her neck. And it was labelled 'Mind Control- Rachel'. "They don't have faith in you to complete your mission, which is to bring me in, I presume. They have such little faith that they actively put your brain under a spell so that you wouldn't fail them. Am I right?"
"So what if you're right!" she shouted in defiance, "So what! I don't need a control chip! I can do this by myself!"
"That's the spirit, Rachel." I said encouragingly, "Now remove the chip, free me, and help me take them down!" She used a knife to remove the chip from her neck.
"No."
"Huh?"
"Their faith in me may be small, but my faith in them is strong. I know they can change the world for the better. That is why I'm going to break you, even if it takes another three days, three months, or three years!"
"That backfired. Well, sh-" Before I could finish, she started stabbing me repeatedly. All the while she was pouring gargantuan amounts of voltage into my body. It was worse with each stab. Is this it? Am I going to die here? Or work for Black Star? I would rather die if that's the case. I would rather be with Ricky and Holly, in whatever afterlife they may be in. And if there is no afterlife, then I am well and truly fu-
"It's a shame. It's truly a shame. I would have loved to have done this to your precious little friends. What were their names again? Digby and Molly?"
"Now you've done it."
"Done what?"
"This." I looked up at her and stared with bloodlust and determination. I spat at her and howled out in torment and rage. The electricity that was in my body burst out, knocking her backwards. But it wasn't electricity from the machine. It was from me. My body. I tore myself free of the restraints, and dropped to the floor. When I rose up again, I was enveloped in some form of electrical aura. This had happened before, but never on this scale. It happened when I first used my speed, when I saved Rhys from that building, and when I had that burst in the corridor before Ricky and Holly died. But now it's coating my entire body. Lighting seems to pour out when I take a step. Is this the power that Ricky was talking about? It must be! The amount of blood that poured from my body must have completely removed the suppressive serum from my circulatory system. Now I have full control over my powers. A new powered up mode, if you like. I shall call it: Plasmatic Mode.
"What. The. Hell." Rachel said, in shock, "What happened to you?"
"To be honest? I don't know. But I know what's gonna happen to you." I clenched my fist, and lightning focused in on that point, "You're gonna get sparked out."
"Oh, now you're a wise-cracking lightning-themed superhero?"
"Nah. More of a semi-serious vigilante." I sprinted at her, faster than I have ever sprinted before. I almost ran straight past her, but I forced myself to slow down so I could punch her in the stomach. She flew backwards, into a wall, making a giant dent in the steel. Rachel stood up and ran at me, both her katana and machete drawn. She used them for a double downward slice, but I blocked them with my bare arms, sending lighting down the blades, into her, sending her flying backwards once more. The swords shattered from the force of my power, and she created a secondary large dent in the metal wall. I focused more energy into my legs and ran at her. I wound up for a roundhouse kick. She tried to block it, but I overpowered her, breaking her arms and another wall. She got up, again, and ran at me to start with a barrage of punches. They actually hurting me, but not a lot. I grabbed one of her fists when she went for my face, but she managed to gut punch me with her other fist.
I stopped myself from landing hard, and went straight back to the fight. I swept her legs, but as she fell, she grabbed mine and hoisted me into a leg lock. She snapped it, but it meant that I could break free and get on top of her. My leg healed instantaneously, likely due to my new Plasmatic Mode's abilities, and I started punching her. Repeatedly. Giving her a taste of her own medicine. She was bleeding, but her wounds healed after I created them. She eventually started blocking my hits, and then twisted out and flipped me over. Getting up, Rachel pushed a button on a wall, and a secret compartment opened up. An assault rifle! She pointed it directly at me and fired. But I'm faster than those bullets. Much faster. I don't even need to move from where I'm standing. I just dodge every single bullet. She very quickly emptied her magazine, and she had no spares. "My turn." I said. What I want do may not work, but I have a theory about concentrating the lightning, but not to my fist. I opened up my palm and attempted to focus the energy there. A small spark appeared, and then it turned into a little ball of plasma.
"Flint, what are you doing?"
"I don't know. If this doesn't work, we both might die. If it does, well, I guess we'll have to find that out together, won't we?" I aimed at her.
And fired.
She was blown back. Blown back into the torture chamber. Her body armour was completely destroyed, and was bleeding from her abdomen. "You jackass of all trades, Flint!" she said whilst coughing up blood, "What are you gonna pull out of your ass next?"
"More lightning, probably." I had another theory. I focused the energy into my fingers, then snapped them. The same thing happened. A smaller blast of plasma though. She dodged it, though, likely prepared for it. So I kept firing off shots. An absolute onslaught of lighting. The base is getting destroyed but at this point I don't care. I just want her dead. Eventually she got hit. Twice. I walked on over to her, and deactivated Plasmatic Mode. She started crawling away, like a coward. "So. I've won. Now I guess I'll have to kill you."
"Not gonna happen." She turned around and revealed the button for the torture machine. She turned it over and showed me the second button. "Au revoir, bitch."
She pressed it.
The entire base exploded.
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I woke up with so much weight on my body. I picked myself up, very very slowly, but I could barely stand. My left arm is missing! Probably from the explosion. I can barely see anything. There's so much dust, smoke and fire. And it's probably night time, too. I stumble around for about 2 minutes, and see a figure standing in the wake of chaos. Rachel. She's worse off than me, though. No arms, broken legs, broken nose, missing eye. She isn't healing from it.
"Heh heh." she laughed, coarsely, "I thought that if I did this, we'd both die, so The Five can't get us."
"Wait, are you not brainwashed any more?"
"I'm not. You must have punched some sense into me. Literally. I thought that if we died in an explosion, they wouldn't be able to get to either of us."
"Damn. I'm sorry your plan didn't work out." I said, sincerely, "Anything else you want to tell me?"
"Yes. Rhys was my father. Adoptive father. And you were his adoptive son."
"Hold on. So all this time, I've been trying to kill my sister?"
"Precisely. He couldn't have kids with Felix. What with him being a guy."
"He had a husband?"
"Right. Your memory. Well, that's about all I can tell you, without causing mental damage and turmoil." She collapsed to the floor. "Just know that the Five will be watching you. And I'll be watching you. From whatever Hell I end up in." She closed her eyes and let out one last breath, "Goodbye, brother." And with that, Rachel Winters, my supposed sister, was dead.
I lay down next to her and closed my eyes too.
I fell unconscious.
