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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Kyle came back to the office. "You wanted to see me?" Kyle asked as he looked at Javier. "I have a task for you. I need you to go undercover for a while. The president is asking for some extra help around the white house. We don't know what these Russian's are up to, but it has him on high alert. I want you to go and just scope things out for a while, make him feel better. It's not like his secret service doesn't do a good job." Javier stated. "Yes sir." Kyle said as he got up and left the office. He knew what he needed to do. He started to head for the door as Alex got up from his desk and followed him. "Where are you going?" Alex called out. "I'm out. They will find something for you to do." Kyle stated. "Out where?" Alex asked as Kyle stopped and walked back to him. "They have me doing secret service at the white house right now. Nothing more exciting than watching a grown man all day." Kyle mumbled to himself.
Alex looked at him and scrunched is brows. "I'm sorry. That sounds like it will suck. I'm glad it's you." Alex mentioned as Kyle glared at him. "I really hate you." Kyle insisted as Alex nodded his head. "That's fine." Alex said as he smiled and started to smack his gum. Kyle sighed as he started to walk away. "I'm going to pop you in the fucking face if you keep doing that!" Kyle shouted as he continued to walk. "Fine by me!" Alex laughed. He watched Kyle turn the corner as he walked off to the elevators. He smiled to himself as he realized he had somewhere else he could get himself into.
Kyle found himself submerged in information at home that was taken from different locations. Nothing made sense. The guy was pulling everything and anything he could, but maybe that was what he wanted. Kyle wasn't sure. He spent several days digging into the information before his time as a secret service agent started. It was close to the middle of the night as he heard a chime on his computer. He looked and realized someone was gaining access to one of the servers he was on. It was a military base not far from where he was at. He got into the system and tried turning the camera on, but it was blocked by a piece of paper. Kyle knew it was him. He raced out to his car and drove off as fast as he could. He started calling the base but couldn't get an answer. Everything was busy, which was very strange for a military base.
It took him almost an hour to get there, but by the time he got there, everyone was on high alert. Sirens were blaring, lights were flashing, and Kyle was confused. He got to the gate and got out of his car. "Sir, I have to ask you to leave." One guard stated. "I'm with the CIA. I saw a glitch in your system." Kyle stated. A man in charge came up to him from behind the fence. "We got a call about an Audi R8 heading this way. Owner is a Kyle Wheeler?" The man stated. "That's me. What is this?" Kyle asked. Before Kyle could know what was happening, he was arrested and sent off to the barracks. He sat in a dimly lit room, on the wrong side of the interrogation table. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew it wasn't going to be good. A few higher ranked officers came in. They sat down in front of him. "We searched your car; you have no CIA badge in there or on you." The man spoke. "It's at home on my table." Kyle stated as he realized it was by his computer as he ran out of the house. "That's not a good story. So why are you here?" Another asked. "My boss is Director Javier Salazar. He is CIA. Get a hold of him." Kyle stated.
