Alek slip on a shirt that was prepared for him. He stands in front of the counter of his room. He wears brown cargo pants and a red long sleeve shirt. He was ordered from Denmark to wear a badge to show his approval for staying in the headquarters of the secret military corporation.
He exits the room, bringing his belongings which were really just his watch and wallet, which has nothing in it except health cards.
Denmark was waiting for him outside of his room. "Ready?"
Alek nods. "Yeah. But by the way.."
Denmark looks at him.
"What's your real name?"
"Denmark."
"That's your military code name," Denmark starts to walk, leaving Alek trailing behind him.
"Oh. My actual name? It's Dennis,"
"How original," Alek mocks.
"Just call me Den."
They stop inside a room with a set of computers and terminals with people active on them. There's a table with a holographic symbol levitating in the middle of it. The symbol looks like an eagle.
"This is the brief room. I'm having someone introduce themselves to you. He works underneath this corporation and has a lot of experience with this type of problem," Den said.
"What do you mean he has experience? What type of corporation is this?" Alek was already throwing questions at him. He couldn't leave things unanswered, considering he flew 5 years to the future and still kicking with blood.
"It's a military organization. Think of us as Area 51. And this man is like you."
"He has a virus?"
"He has powers like you. Immortality to be precise."
The doors slid open, making a loud alarming noise when someone enters the room.
The man looks moderately young to be an adult. His hair was astonishing messy yet flowing freely. He wears a navy blue trench coat with a turtleneck, looking sharp yet takes the form of it. He has a cigarette between his lips.
"Hey," Den greets him, nodding.
"Yo," the man reply. He glances at Alek, which gave him a chill. A cold one.
"Who is this kid? A rookie?" He asks.
"Yeah," Den gesture with his hand. "This is Aleken Davelin. FYI, Alek. He's the one you're going to supervise."
"And why did you call me up to this? Put the sergeants in charge of him," he waves goodbye and faces away.
"This one is special. He's like you," Den stop him in his tracks. Alek gulp.
"Like me? How so?" His tone was heavy. He looks over his shoulder, examining him.
"He is infected with the virus, locked with immortality," he crosses his arms. "Not gonna let this one go now, are you?"
The man sighs and turns around to face them. He pulls a chair from one of the computers.
"Immortality huh? More info," he snaps his fingers. He put one of his legs over the other. He was looking superior, Alek thought.
Den move back to the briefing table to drag a clipboard off the table. He hands it to him.
"Since when did you write all that?" Alek asks.
"Magic." Den mocks him.
"I see. Half alive half dead huh? Now that's only uncommon," he tosses the clipboard away.
"You really like to slack, don't you?" Alek asks.
"Yeah, what about it? Not like these guys can take me-" he pauses to see Den reaching for his gun slung over his shoulder.
"Except him. He only gets in my way," he scoffs, then laughs.
"Come on. Be serious. Your gonna watch over him or what?"
"Yeah yeah," he takes the cigarette out of his lips to tap on it to knock the burnt ashes on the ashtray. "I'll let him live with me."
"Huh? I'm living with you all of a sudden?" Alek asks more. This time he was concerned.
"Yeah. Don't want you to shit on us. Besides, you'll take habitation in my basement. It's cozy, don't worry," the man chuckles.
"To be honest, though you owe a dump," Alek snickers.
"Who do you even take me for?!"
Den laughs at them, yet slowly stop. "Ah. Okay, so we know the plan?"
"No. Not really." Alek reply.
"Here's the plan. You live with me and I train you how to fight."
"Fight with my disease?"
"Fight using your disease."
"The hell man?"
"Working with us means fighting our enemies and other people like us," Den answer, leaning against the table.
"There's more than one out there?"
"Yep. They are even some that are working for other military corporations like him and you."
"Well, okay then. Got nothing to live for anyway since people think I'm dead," he shrugs, looking dim.
"No worries, think of it as a new man being reborn," the man scoffs.
"By the way, what is your name?" Alek asks, noticing that he didn't introduce himself.
"Oh? Me?" The man looks surprised, yet Alek can see the sarcasm and humour behind those words.
"Jacob Devil," he puts the cigarette back to his lips. "Now let's start the plan, shall we?"
YOU ARE READING
The Virus Stealer
حركة (أكشن)"Cut it short, will ya? I don't want to keep him waiting." ~ Aleken Davelin Life was regularly fine and cut with Alek, a normal guy. Till everything hits the fan. Aleken Davelin is your main protagonist. He works underneath a corporation where they...
