"Who are we? What are we? Why must everything defined? Can't we just enjoy living like there is nothing defines who we are?"
"What is reality? Why must reality? Did we choose reality because that's what makes us real? Or we just trapped inside them...
Omen sitting on his bed, in his room. His sights are locked into an object: the flash drive Asa gave him. Still contemplating the fact that he is now holding containing his past and identity, the two very things that he always look for.
???: "How long are you going to look at that thing?"
Woman's voice startled Omen, a little. He was able to keep his calm, to not look goofy startled because suddenly a random woman's voice appeared. He tilted his head, a familiar figure standing before him. Wearing grey sweatpants, black crop tanktop, yellow track jacket, a pair of large round glasses, and of course a grey beanie, it was Dokkaebi.
Dokkaebi did not get any response. She walked to where Omen is sitting and sits beside him. His hands looks like trembled a bit.
Dokkaebi: "I can help you if you want."
Still did not get any response, his eyes are just locked into that flash drive. Dokkaebi sighed, she puts her right hand to Omen's left hand, holding it. Finally she has Omen's attention.
Dokkaebi: "Isn't this the thing you always pursue? Now you have it. Why the hesitation?"
Omen: "I'm scared."
Dokkaebi's eyes popped out, this is the first time she hears that Omen is scared.
Omen: "What if it is a trap? What if it is just a device to track us? Or a weapon?"
Dokkaebi moves her hand, she holds Omen's chin and pulled it gently towards her so Omen could see her in the eyes.
Dokkaebi: "No, you're not afraid of that. You're afraid that you could be disappointed that flash drive contains nothing of your past and identity."
Omen sighed.
Omen: "Maybe I am, maybe I am afraid that I'd be disappointed. Maybe it's better to me to live just like this, without ever looking back."
He flashed a sour smile, for one second he reminisced all the sins he made.
Dokkaebi: "You're still thinking that you are a machine, created for nothing but killing. Not anymore... To us, or me at least, you are a family, and a human with nothing less."
Omen smiled and nodded, Dokkaebi returned the smile. She kissed Omen's cheek and stood up.
Dokkaebi: "Have you eat lunch yet?"
Omen: "I haven't eat anything since yesterday."
Dokkaebi's eyes once more popped.
Dokkaebi: "SERIOUSLY? Well what are we waiting for? Let's go!"
Dokkaebi pulled Omen's hand, dragging him to the cafeteria.
Omen, now sitting with Dokkaebi, IQ, Jäger, Frost, Ash, and Thermite. They are chatting with each other of various topics, some laughs and snickers could be heard amongst them. Today's luch menu are rice, fried potato wedges with peels, fried fish fillet with tartar sauce, sauteed broccoli with garlic, gravy, some vegetarian entrée, assorted fruits, and drinks.
Omen: "Guys."
The chatter suddenly stopped.
Omen: "Can you guys come to my room at dinner time? I want to cook you something."
They looked at each other.
Ash: "You can cook?"
Omen smiled sheepishly, then he nodded.
Ash: "That better be good food, Josh."
Thermite: "And I will bring beers."
IQ: "I believe I still have my stash of snacks."
Omen's smile widen.
Frost: "What are you going to cook?"
Omen: "Recently I've been craving chicken chow mein and bell peppers and beef. Yeah, I'll cook them for you guys later."
Frost: "OH SHIT I WILL HELP JOSH AND I AM NOT TAKING NO AS AN ANSWER."
Dokkaebi: "I will help too."
Omen: "Okay , and uh. Maybe I don't have enough glass, plates, and eating utensils for you guys. Can you guys bring yourself?"
Some of them nodded, some of them say yes.
Omen: "Good, see you at 8."
Speaker: "Specialist Josiah 'Omen' please report to R&D lab immediately."
Upon hearing the announcement, Omen stood up and says goodbye to his friends.
Omen entered the R&D lab, the room is neat messy. Some of the tools and equipment are scattered, signifying that someone is working or worked there and maybe not yed finished. There are some booths where members of team Rainbow worked or improved their gadgets. The tools are neatly arranged, from small nails, bolts, screws, to the bigger ones. Omen walked through the room to a door placed at the end of the room, a board printed with black text could be seen hanging on the door, saying: "Dr. Elena María Álvarez, Director of Rainbow's Research and Development Department."
Omen knocked at the door, a faint of "come in" can be heard from inside the room.
Omen enters the room.
Omen: "You need me, Ms. Álvarez?"
Mira: "Just call me Elena, or Mira. I have read your combat reports, Josiah. Long story short, I'm impressed. You favoured CQB over the distant ones, and your capabilities in stealth are wonderful. So I want you to help you to improve, and I have a perfect tool for you."
Mira brings out a metal case, she opens it. Revealing a tool that resembled a gauntlet, but much more compact.
Mira: "Try it, put on your forearm."
Omen picked the "tool" that Mira just showed him, he puts that tool on his left forearm.
Mira: "There's a pin that connected with a thin wire, put that ring into your ring finger."
Omen does Mira told to.
Mira: "Now, flick your hand, make it like you somewhat pulling that thin wire."
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Omen flicked his hand, and suddenly a blade emerged from the tool he wears.
Mira: "Cool, right? And you can conceal it under sleeves. I know you can make yourself completely transparent but this new tool can help you. You can alternate it between your knife and that one. And that thing is powerful, it can penetrate a composite plate. But don't forget to clean the blade, the blood stains could damage it."
Omen amazes at his new weapon, he flicked his hand multiple times, making the blade hidden and visible at multiple times.
Omen: "Thank you Mira."
Mira: "It is cool, right? I call it: the invisible dagger."
Omen once more flicked his hand, making the blade reappear.
