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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Alex was in his bed with a woman he met at the bar. Enjoying his night as his phone rang. He came up from eating her out. "Hold on." Alex said as he grabbed his phone. He looked at it confused. He didn't recognize the number. He answered the call. "Hello?" Alex answered. "Am I disturbing you?" The voice answered on the other end. Alex wasn't sure who it was, but Kyle could hear the woman in the background. "A little...who is this?" Alex asked. "It's Kyle. I need information on electrical surge creators. It's burnt, but I just sent you a picture." Kyle demanded as Alex's phone dinged. He moved his from his face as he pressed the screen. The image came up. He muted his phone. "Hold on sexy, daddy's gotta work for a moment." He said as he got out of bed naked, still at full staff and wanting to play some more. "Don't take long." She said as he went over to his computer. He started to look up information on the picture he got. He finally unmuted his phone. "Alright, it looks like it is a Russian built brand, and not just someone with a company, this is military based." Alex stated.
Kyle clenched his fist. "Fuck." He grumbled. Alex could tell he was a hot head and a loose cannon. "Any other information?" Kyle asked as Alex sat back and stretched in his chair. He looked back at the woman on his bed, touching herself waiting for him. "Nothing else." Alex admitted. "What the fuck do these Russian's want now. It's a little late to be playing cold war." Kyle snapped as he was getting mad. Alex smiled at the woman and winked as he looked back at his computer. "I don't know. I wrote up those files on that Russian you interrogated. He did mention something far worse was coming. Could it be this guy you are chasing now?" Alex asked. "I fucking hope not. I can't stand these fucking Russians." Kyle spat. "Well, you keep at it. I'm busy right now." Alex stated as he hung up his phone. He looked back at the woman. "Don't get too excited." Alex said as he got out of the chair and jumped back into bed.
It had been several days before Kyle showed back up to the office. He went down to the shooting range in the building to blow off some steam. He started to shoot round and was at peace with himself for the moment. He didn't notice Alex coming up behind him. He had his ear protectors and safety glasses on. Alex tapped his back, as Kyle whirled around with the gun still in his hand. He pointed it at Alex who threw his hands up fast. Kyle put his gun down and pulled his ear protectors off. "What are you doing down here?" Kyle stated. "I got some information today at the base. The Colonel noticed that someone had picked the lock on his desk." Alex stated as he slapped his gum in his mouth. "Stop doing that!" Kyle demanded. "I'm sorry. I quit smoking; I just need something." Alex stated as he started to follow Kyle down the corridor. "So, what was in the drawer?" Kyle asked as he was handing the papers back to Alex. "Major stuff. Plans and protocols." Alex stated. "We are looking at a spy. A damn good one at that." Kyle mentioned as he looked through the papers. "Looks like you have your work cut out for you." Alex said with a smile. "Get back to work!" Kyle shouted at him. Alex rolled his eyes and walked off as he flipped him off. "Have fun!" Alex shouted as he turned and exited the area.
