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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Luka spent years on Brixsoom, making waves in the community of Vantarx. The underbelly of the mafia. Only a week worth of sunlight and darkness for the remainder of the year. The city is full of neon lights, flying cars, and holographic advertisements. A city, that truly never slept. It would never be wise to raise a family in Vantarx. A melting pot of criminals, a safe haven if one wills. No laws, no government, but the world ran smoothly. Most people left one another alone, but it wasn't unusual to find a dead body with a gunshot to the head. Many murders happened there. It was a safe place, hard to find people, but the true killers knew how to find anyone, they blended so well, no one knew. They could hunt someone down without them ever knowing.
Luka kept his movements in the shadows, but just like him, someone was always watching. The Patralni Mafia had taken an interest in him, but it was difficult to bring him in. He was hard to find and knew when someone was following him, he was quick to disappear. The same people disrupting the Patralni Mafia were often the same ones Dr. Frost was having Luka take out. Every part of the SSP and deep state often worked deep in the underbellies of the criminal world.
Luka spent his time learning about the city. The tunnels, the escapes, alleys; the ins and outs without being noticed. He learned the people, the language, the mannerisms, and gestures. He learned to blend in with the city. For the first time in his life, he was home. He felt free and capable of anything. Even with the darkness in the back of his mind. The voice screaming from the cage. Alexei was always there wanting out. It haunted his dreams, haunted his thoughts. He was exhausted.
Luka sat at a small diner as he sipped on a cup of coffee and ate his dinner in the corner, watching out the window as people walked by. His phone chimed as he picked it up from the table and turned it over. A picture of a man came up on his phone. He clicked the photo as it gave him a list of information. He hit the accept button on the bottom. He finished his meal and drank his coffee. He looked over at the robotic waiter and nodded his head. The waiter wheeled over. "Pay for ticket?" It voiced in a deep robotic tone in Patralni. Luka pushed a card into the belly of the machine. It spit the card back out to him. "You have 42 credits left." It stated as Luka got up and left, putting the card back into his pocket.
He stepped back out into the busy streets as he began to walk. He got on his phone and made a call to Dr. Frost. "I have 42 credits left. Where's my money?" Luka demanded. "You should have more than that, what have you done with it?" Dr. Frost asked. "You tell me? You're the one putting it on there." Luka demanded. "I'll go through credits and see what is going on. Maybe there is a glitch in the system." Dr. Frost insisted. "You do that. I'm not doing this shit for free." Luka demanded as he hung up from the call.
He looked back at his phone, and he continued to walk, his shoulders pushing anybody off to the side that he walked into. Words being called to him, as he paid no mind to them. "Albert Sigmund, last spotted in downtown Vantarx near the Reque Club." Luka read. "Of course, he's near the ritzy part of the city." Luka said to himself as he began to find his way back to his apartment. He grabbed a shower and changed his clothing. He looked more presentable now for the fancier side of the city.
