Luka Novak was a product of Deep State programs, hidden from the world most normal civilians knew of. Born into MK Ultra, modeled into the dark society to become a super soldier, battling other factions in the Deep State, battling extraterrestrial...
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Before Luka could take time to recover, he was whisked off to Russia immediately. Dr. Malcolmson no longer wanted to handle him. He was recruited to a program called Red Star International, or RSI for short. They originally started off with the KGB but broke away from government control and went more into the secret programs that ran all around the world. They leached money from the KGB and funneled it to untraceable bank accounts allowing them an overflow of cash. RSI specialized in assassins. Unlike Dr. Malcolmson's programs, Luka would be used in the real world. RSI got all the details on Luka before he arrived. He was training in military combat, was an expert marksman, he was used to close quarters fighting, he had psionic abilities and didn't have an issue killing. He was perfect, and already trained. They just needed him to make sure he was up to their standards.
Luka arrived in the middle of the night. The flight was rickety and very off-putting. The old beat-up bomber from world war two, barely had the strength in her to fly them there the storm they came in on. They landed at a small airport in the middle of nowhere. It was pitch black out there besides the lights from the vehicles waiting for the cargo and the flashes of the storm. He was taken to a building in the middle of the woods. It was dark there too, only a few windows had light in them. He was surrounded by men with guns as he was walk into the building. The building aged in time from, roots and vegetation coming through, and water seeping in. The place was a cesspool for disease and vermin.
He was walked up the stairs, up to the third floor of the building and taken to a room. Most of the stucco was coming off, exposing the bricks behind it. He walked over to the old iron medical bed. He sat down on it as it squeaked. It felt like the springs could come through the fabric at any given moment. That night he laid in bed watching the lightning through the barred windows. It was the first time in a long time he had seen it. He wasn't scared like he was before. His mind was almost blank, only a shred of sadness in his mind. He used to care about how quickly he would get back to his Papa, and now he didn't want to go back. He knew there was nothing for him besides to be age-regressed and put back into another program that he would be abused in. He didn't sleep at all, he just listened to the storm and the drip of water into the bucket. He heard boots going up and down the hall. Soldiers watched the room in hopes he would escape and make their time a little more exciting.
The break of dawn came, and the storm had parted. He was escorted out of his room and taken to an actual sterile looking medical room. He was stripped of his clothing and put into a medical gown. Something he was accustomed to. He was pushed into a chair as two of the soldiers held his arms down and another soldier grabbed his head and pushed it down, exposing the back of his neck. Luka wasn't sure what was happening. He saw the doctor with a disturbing looking contraction for a syringe coming at him. He felt it pushed right into his spinal column. The pain was unimaginable. He screamed out. He tried to fight them, but they held him down until the injection was completed. A burning liquid was going through his body, but it was more like pure lava. The pain was ten times more than any other serum he had.
