The Mission

Chapter Six

Emily POV:

They say dreams not always comes true, because when you dream about something, it's only a wish. A wish that can easily thought off and is not easily achieved. But I think that dreams will never come true, and if it comes true it is faith.

I believe that it is all imaginary, once it happens we can say nothing except destiny.

In the stillness of darkness, before I open my eyes to an unfamiliar reality, I find strength in the echoes of my own resilience. In the face of uncertainty, I'll cling to the fragments of courage that reside within, whispering promises of light even in the darkest hours.

"Emily... Emily" someone's whispering and shaking my shoulder.

I open my eyes to see the purest eyes in the world, the kindest to me all the time.

"where am I?" I ask, feeling dizzy.

"I don't know," he says anxiously "I woke up five minutes ago, actually every five minutes someone wake up, and you're the last one."

"Someone?" I'm not understanding, my brain feels error.

As I slowly regain consciousness, confusion grips my mind. The metallic bed beneath me offers no comfort, and the rock-like mattress adds to my disorientation. The vast room is filled with identical beds, and I spot Josie, my colleague, on one of them, tears streaming down her face. Noah, her boyfriend, struggles with the unyielding metallic door, while Liam in the corner directs his frustration at the unmoving camera, bellowing, "You bastards! Get us out of here!"

Then I feel my brain is starting to work again. The last thing that I remember is some kind of men who looked like solders shot me in my neck, but it wasn't a bullet. I'd be dead now if it was.

We are clean, I realized. We all were wearing a same white t-shirts and white sweatpants, barefoot.

"Guys, Emily woke up." Sam shouts

I see them all coming towards me. "I'm not understanding, where are we?"

The individuals exude a remarkable sense of cleanliness, as if they have been meticulously groomed and refreshed, radiating a pristine aura that suggests they have recently undergone a thorough washing ritual, leaving them impeccably neat and tidy.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" Josie's voice breaks through the haze in my mind.

"Dizzy," I manage to respond, the world spinning around me. "Very dizzy, actually."

"Yeah, we all felt dizzy when we woke up," Liam chimes in, his voice sounding distant.

"When did you wake up?" I ask, surprised by the disjointed conversation.

"Um, about twenty minutes ago," Sam answers, his words slightly slurred.

"We need to figure out where we are, and if we've been kidnapped," Noah interjects, his tone grave, his expression rarely betraying any hint of levity.

"You're right," I agree, trying to shake off the fog clouding my thoughts.

"They took Jayden," Josie interrupts, her voice trembling with emotion. "There were the four of us on the roof of the building. Jayden was injured, he got shot by the gunmen. When they found us, they shot the three of us in the neck, except Jayden. The woman said, 'he won't bear it.'"

"Yeah," I explain, my heart sinking as the gravity of the situation sinks in. "He won't bear it because it was a strong hypnotic needle containing substances that his body cannot tolerate."

"What should we do now?" Liam asks, his voice tinged with fear.

"We wait," Noah responds, his voice steady but filled with tension.

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The large metallic door creaks open, and an Asian woman and a man enter the room, flanked by guards. Their imposing presence casts a shadow over the already tense atmosphere. The woman, dressed in a black suit, exudes authority, while the man beside her, clad in a stern gray uniform, carries an air of indifference.

"listen up, all of you," the woman announces, her voice firm and commanding. "you're here by chance. Welcome to 'Sentinel', it is an anti-organized crime. You are now part of the Sentinel organization of rescued individuals."

Confusion and fear ripple through the room as we exchange bewildered glances. Josie's eyes narrow with suspicion, Noah's jaw clenches in frustration, and Sam and Liam's brows furrow in disbelief. The guards position themselves strategically, making escape seem futile.

"What the hell is this?" Noah demands, his voice tinged with anger.

The woman smirks, seemingly amused by our collective unease. "You are now under the jurisdiction of the Organization Sentinel. Your lives have taken an unexpected turn, and from this moment forward. You will undergo intensive training to hone your skills, and then you'll be deployed on missions crucial. Resisting or attempting to escape is not advised; consequences will be severe."

Josie's voice remained eerily calm, but beneath the surface, a storm brewed. "Where's my brother?" she asked, her intensity hinting at an explosion of emotions to come.

The woman met Josie's gaze head-on. "Your brother Jayden got injured. He's been shot, but he's patched up now."

Josie's desperation grew palpable, struggling to process the news. We all shared her shock, trying to come to terms with the reality of what had happened. The air in the room hung heavy with disbelief.

I struggled to comprehend the woman's words, their weight too heavy to bear. The room felt suffocating, the enormity of the situation pressing down on us like a crushing weight. It was all too much, an overwhelming cascade of events that threatened to drown us in despair.

They claim our lives are solely for their purposes, insisting we abandon our past, our kin, our very essence. We are now theirs, bound to serve, to be the instruments of their will.

EVERYTHING IS GOING TO CHANGE.