Cold War: Aftermath

Chapter 13: Again

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."