Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Operation

In the beginning, the world had become used to how corrupt the government turned out.

The lives of innocent people became at risk all over the world, Japan being hit the hardest.

If a person lived in Japan, it was normal to go missing and reappear with no memory of what had happened.

That was my everyday life as a citizen of Tokyo, Japan.

I lived on the streets day in and day out, struggling to get by. If one day I went missing there wasn't a single soul that would notice.

This is why the day I went missing came faster than I expected.

I knew it was a matter of time before I became the next victim.

It could be because I came close to the type of person that the assailants were looking for, or because I was alone.

"Wake her up." a voice ordered.

The bag covering my head was removed and I could finally see what was in front of me.

Why I'm sitting here in this situation was not that long of a story.

Just a few days ago I was running from loan sharks and then..bam! These guys show up out of nowhere.

"Give me the woman's records." The man before me turns to another man clad in a dark military outfit.

I'm guessing the man in the suit must be either the boss or the one working beneath them.

"Here you go sir," the military lad hands over a clipboard and steps back.

The man receiving the clipboard flipped through a few pages before glancing up at me.

"Name of the subject, Julia Wang, eighteen. Suspected of various petty thefts, father and mother are both dead leaving behind a massive debt, and not affiliated with any organizations. How can I say this...? You're just a nobody." 

He tosses the clipboard to the ground at my feet. 

"Wow! You guys don't hold back." I smirked.

He walked up to me in a few long strides and bent down to my eye level.

"What can I say, if I want to catch my prey knowing a little about them makes things easier." He says snidely.

I spit at his face, "screw off!" 

If I could throw him the bird even better.

The military lad hands the man a handkerchief and backhanded me.

My head snaps to the side, the contact of his hand filled my cheek with blood.

I spat and turned to glare at him, "just kill me already will ya?" I snapped angrily.

The man wipes his cheek to remove the spit and straightened, "tsk, tsk. Don't be so hasty to die, trust me that's not why you're here."

The man turns to the military guy and walked up beside him, leaning in by his ear he then walks out the door.

I wasn't certain what he whispered but it couldn't be good.

Before I could react, the sack went back over my head. I was then untied, cuffed, and dragged from my seat.

I didn't know where they were taking me or what I was going to witness but I was certain that my life was over.

A few minutes later I was shoved onto a cold surface, my guess was a table or maybe a counter?

I could feel myself being strapped in tightly, the sack was then removed to reveal a bright light and six shadowed figures hovering above me.

"Wait, what is this?" I asked struggling against the restraints.

"It's no use, just be a good girl and it'll all be over quickly." the voice came from above.

I wasn't able to see the man from earlier but I could hear him.

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"Proceed with the experiment, if all goes well then we would have created the ultimate soldier." the man says.

I felt a prick in my side and I suddenly couldn't move, but I could hear and feel everything.

I found myself in and out of consciousness during the operation, now and again I could make out the blurry silhouettes of the doctors operating on me.

Then came the loud beeping sounds when I could feel myself becoming groggy and my eyelids felt heavy.

"Prepare the Defibrillator, the subject is having a cardiac arrest!" A doctor yells.

It was the last thing I heard before I completely slipped into an unconscious state.

The man in the black suit frowns down at the operation going on, standing beside him was another man wearing a white, fitted suit and smoking a fat cigar.

"Looks like another dud." He says blowing out smoke.

One of the doctors looked up at him and shook his head.

The man in the black suit pulls out his phone and makes a call, "it's a no go boss. Should I make the call?"

The voice on the other end spoke, "no, have someone get rid of the body. Another thing, if this project does not come into fruition soon, I will have you killed."

The sound of the click signaled the end of the call.

The man in the black suit sighs and tucked his phone into his suit jacket before turning to exit the room.

"What's your next move?" the man in the white suit asked looking back.

"I'll just have to keep going forward until the project is successful. Everything is on the line, including my life." He tells him.

Without looking back he paused, "have them toss out the body, there's no point in the usual process in getting rid of the evidence." He added before leaving out the room.

The man in the white suit peered down at the body of the young woman and took another swig of his cigar, "it's a shame, she was really cute."

 

Three months later...

 

View of the ocean from a small bungalow. An old man with greying hair and a scar covering his left eye socket could be seen on the front porch.

While this man seemed like a typical old geezer, he's a retiring veteran from the Special Ops.

Ex-Special Ops Leader, Mr. O was a man that not many would cross willingly because despite his old age he's quick on his feet and a part of what people call the Great Elder Organization.

Right now, he was watering his plants while humming to himself.

"Mr. O, I'm here," the voice says.

He ignores the person before finally sitting the water can down, "is the task done?" He asked without looking up.

"It's been taken care of, shall I prepare anything else sir?" the voice asked.

Mr. O gazed out at the ocean, 'there's no need, I'm sure my granddaughter is happy with her new life. Just make sure all her demands are met. Ah, by the way don't be too obvious, she already told me not to get involved." He ordered.

"Yes sir." the person says.

The sound of foosteps fading in the distance was proof that the person had left.

Mr O turned and entered his house the last thing on his mind was getting his granddaughter a birthday present.

 

 

 

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