Hunter

Chapter 12

"Well, Well, Well..." a scratchy, elder voice croaked with a slight German accent barely noticeable. "Back again, what was it? Lalula? My memory must be failing because I think this is the fourth time you've been ordered here this week." The voice joked.

Here you see an office seeming like a normal business work office. But we see colonel Lala sitting in a chair in front of the sleek and smooth wooden desk with a desktop moved to the side so that the old man and Lala could speak to each other.

Lala had black skin and was over six feet tall with a complete camo military outfit. The old man was pretty tall for an old person. He was white and had a long deep scar sailing downward from his forehead, diagonally across his right eye. By looking at his face, he just looked like a middle-aged badass. But if you looked twice at his hands and clothing, you would realize his actual age.

He had black hair which was beginning to fade a bit to grey. Well... it already had gone grey, but good hair dye can fix a lot. "Well, Lala. I'm gonna have to say, this is your last chance. Only because of you're renowned battle tactics." The man warned. "Yes sir" Lala said, nodding in agreement.

"But before I let you off clean, again...again. I want you to see something. "What is it sir" Lala replied quickly. "My face. Look at my face." He said and leaned a bit over the table. Lala looked all around his face. There were multiple small scars and wrinkles starting to show. "Umm. Yes, sir?" Lala replied. "How old am I?" The man asked.

Guessing by just his face, as thats all skin he could see. "45, sir?" Lala guessed. The man began nodding and stood up. Lala could see he wore a large black leather trench coat whethered fiercely and very old. The man walked around the desk and held his hands out in front of col. Lala.

"How old am I?" He asked again. Lala examined his hands. He knew this was no idiot but one of the wisest living souls. This erm, exercise or whatever clearly had greater meaning. His hands were deeply wrinkled, had many calisses and were dry with small white scrapes all over. Cracked fingernails and peeling dry skin. " 60" Lala guessed again.

The man then looked at Lala for a moment, and began lifting up his shirt.
"U-uh, sir?" Lala started. Then he saw his chest. A metal plate on the surface ribs clearly protecting some robotic organs. "How, old, am, I." The man asked calmly one final time. Lala paused then gazed into the mans face, having a moment of silence. "Too old, sir." Lala replied calmly.

"Indeed" the man said. He then got a sad expression as he walked back to his desk, fixing his shirt. "Look, don't get me wrong. I love having run this organization since I created it. We have the technology to create immortality." Black skull said. "Sir, why didn't I know about this?!" Lala exclaimed. "No one does. Only my friend who made the technology knew. When he died, it died with him. I made sure of it. He warned me... But I still accepted the burden with open arms. And now... I'm tired.

I'm ready

I'm very tired...