Dark Resistance: The rise of the new empire

"The agency needs you"

The door to the restroom slowly opened and Lane walked into it. He looked around but the stalls were empty, and no one was there waiting for him. But as he looked at the mirror and saw his reflection, A memory flashed by. He saw himself with a lady. They were under the sheaths. His hand ran through her naked body, and he kissed her passionately. Immediately he saw himself in a car with a shattered windshield, covered with blood. Then the set of numbers, 14:9:21 flashed by, and he held his head tightly as if an electric surge went through him.

"No! It can't be. What do they want?" He walked closer to the mirror. He bent over and made his hand into a bowl and let the waters from the faucets flow into his palms and he washed his face, then he placed his hand on the sink. He looked up to the mirror again and he saw a grey haired old man who wore an overcoat. The man had a grey-almost white-mustache.

Lane turned to the man, and the man smiled cunningly.

"It's my pleasure to meet you again, Lane Cyber."

"Who are you?" Lane asked.

The man took a deep breath. "You see, that's the bad thing in having a short memory, isn't it?" The man moved closer. "But what you should never forget, is that Sir Frost has not seized to keep an eye on you."

"Sir Frost?" Lane frowned. "That guy doesn't exist to me. He's in the past, and I wish I never had such past," Lane said with slight fury in his voice.

"Indeed, Lane. I can't agree more to that after everything. You deserve a better life... But know this, urgent times deserves urgent measures." The old man looked at his reflection. "It's all over the news. A man was brutally killed and his body was detected near one of the SK brothers base. This has sparked a lot of controversy.

"We doubted the man's identity, but he happens to be related to one of us; Fredrick Wayne. The killer was ruthless."

Lane smirked. "I don't work for the agency anymore, so go find another man whom it concerns."

The old man stared at his reflection for sometime. "I think this mirror needs cleaning... Is that really me?"

"So you don't know how you look?"

"Oh, man!" He turned to Lane. "The agency needs you, Lane. If they're after us again, then you should come back; because they might be after you, too."

"You and your agency has done all the damage that can be done. I have to chosen to pick up the broken pieces. So excuse me." Lane walked away, and slammed the door behind him.

Lane walked to Sophia as she was talking to two ladies, and he was fidgeting a little. His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing quickened.

"Mr. Cyber are you okay?" Sophia asked, turning to face him.

"I don't think I am in a good state of mind. If you would excuse me, I want to take my leave."

Sophia faced the ladies. "Can you give me a minute?"

"Sure."

She turned back to Lane. "You know you can't; everyone is looking forward to your speech."

Lane looked away. "I know, but... It's..."

"I know you, Lane. You are nervous. Are they back?" Sophia asked. "That's why you're worried? You can go if you wish, Mr. Cyber. I'll take care of everything here."

"Thanks, Sophia. I owe you one."

"Nah. You owe me a lot more..."

"Of course, I do. More than I can even pay," Lane said and left.