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𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟐 | 𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝟮𝟰 (𝟳𝟮)

❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀ 𝐘/𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ❀ꗥ～ꗥ❀

They sent me to a new room, its walls a stark contrast to the sterile corridors I'd been walking through for hours. 

The room was dark, the air thick with the scent of gun oil and something metallic I couldn't quite place. A uniform lay neatly folded on a table in the corner, its deep red color almost bleeding into the shadows. Next to it, a shotgun gleamed under the faint overhead light, the metal cold and unfeeling. 

I stared at the uniform for a moment, hesitating, before finally stepping forward and putting it on. It fit perfectly, like it had been made just for me. 

When I picked up the shotgun, it felt heavy and solid in my hands, a tool meant for someone with a purpose. Someone like me. Someone with my past - the organisation... (spoiler)

After I had dressed and armed myself, a door on the opposite side of the room clicked open. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the nervous flutter in my stomach, and stepped through.

In the room there was Marvick, next to a 'window'. It was a one-way mirror.

I stepped closer, the shotgun still clutched in my hands, my reflection watching me with every move. Then few minutes later, Maverick stepped in.

"Your new identity is Agent Red," he said. "From this moment on, your past no longer exists. You are one of us now. Your mission is simple: follow orders, complete the tasks assigned to you, and never look back."

I nodded, more to myself than to the voice or to my father. 

Agent Red. 

That was who I was now.

I stood infront of the mirrow now. That's when i saw her- Ashlyn. She- her eyes... I froze in place. Her eyes, looked just like them, from phantoms.

She's one of them...