Written by USA Postal Services at 15:32 6/5-2020
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Meanwhile, in an unknown place, 20/03/2020, 3:22 am
Undberg woke up in a cold location, without any idea on what was happening. The guard who helped him to escape from prison was sitting in front of him, still wearing the mask.
‘’Good morning,’’
‘’Morning? It still dark. Where am I?’’ Undberg asked.
‘’Desert. Fancy place, don’t you think? Perfect place to hide, for now I will not reveal which one…’’ the masked guard said.
‘’Great, this must be some kind of a stupid joke. You helped me to escape from a secret prison in Russia, but you can’t tell exactly where we at,’’ Undberg said sarcastically.
The guard remained quiet and put the gun down, then took off the mask. Undberg was shocked when he saw the unknown guard face to face, a short-length haired blonde woman.
‘’Now this is serious, who the hell are you?’’ Undberg asked confused.
‘’Easy… you can call me Seraphim and I’m your bodyguard now,’’ the woman said. Undberg giggled after hearing her name, ‘’What’s funny? Do you think I can’t beat you one on one?’’ she asked annoyed.
‘’I don’t have any doubt about your skills… after what you did. Why Seraphim? That’s my real question,’’ he admitted.
She didn’t reply and stood. When Peter tried to do the same, he found out his hands were tied up behind his back. Seraphim returned a few minutes later with another man, unknown for Undberg; who checked him and congratulated her for her job.
‘’Why did you took me out of that prison?’’ Undberg asked her. She didn’t answer immediately and grabbed her gun, putting it behind her low back.
‘’Looks we have someone in common…’’
‘’Armstrong… I knew it… he knows I’m out of the business,’’ Undberg said.
‘’The boss will arrive soon, he will explain everything,’’ Seraphim informed and Peter sighed.
‘’Can you at least untie me?’’ he requested.
‘’Oh, I forgot it. Sorry…’’ she apologized and cut the ropes with a knife.
Undberg followed Seraphim through the camp, he saw the silhouette of the helicopter before reaching a small tent.
‘’Here. You can change your clothes there, I went to your apartment in London,’’ Seraphim said.
‘’Thanks… for everything,’’ Undberg mumbled. She didn’t say any word and he went inside the tent.
He stripped his dirty clothes and picked blue jeans, white shirt and a black jacket. To complete the outfit he chose a pair of boots made of snake fur, his favorites. He came out of the tent and Seraphim was there, a bit impatient.
‘’Finally, I thought you were trying to do something else,’’ she muttered.
‘’Like what? Escaping?’’ he replied.
‘’Maybe… it doesn’t matter now. The boss is here, let’s go,’’
They walked to the opposite direction, the agent saw many people moving around quickly and then, lights. Sitting in a curious chair, was the man Undberg was expecting to see for long time.
‘’I told you my friend, I always do what I promise,’’ Armstrong said. He looked the same way as he remembered him, just a bit older. Short hair, brown eyes, and that arrogant gaze.
‘’At least… but you left me 8 years in that damn hole, while you were enjoying life,’’ Undberg said pissed.
‘’You need to understand, my friend. I had to keep a low profile, it was very risky; but now you are back with us,’’ he grinned and stood.
Armstrong went closer and hugged him shortly, before turning around to Seraphim, ‘’Good job, Seraphim. I knew you were the right one,’’ he said and the woman made a small reverence.
‘’Come with me, I’ll give you details,’’ Armstrong muttered.
The men that came with Armstrong burned the tents and the helicopter, while Lance guided Undberg, Seraphim and the others to the ship, a silver flying saucer.
‘’Still having that crappy ship? Undberg asked with funny voice.
‘’Well, the government never claimed it back. Besides, it’s really fast…’’ Armstrong answered while coming on board.
The crew activate the engines, fed by dozens of poor prisoners, the anti-matter engines sucked their energies and bodies to death so the ship could have power, that’s the reason of many ‘’abductions’’. At the cockpit, Armstrong sat down on his golden throne, decorated with two skulls.
‘’Undberg, I need your help once again. You are my best scout-men and well, the cycling team is in crisis; our last talents…’’ Armstrong explained.
‘’Were not good enough?’’ Undberg said.
‘’…suck,’’ the CEO completed, ‘’However, the antidoping agency is behind us. They don’t suspect about our methods, but they are asking too many questions lately,’’ he detailed.
‘’So what do you want me to do? Kill them? I think the woman you sent to me can do it by her own,’’ Undberg said.
‘’She can, but your task will be to bring the scout team back. I need a new talent for my team, and more kidneys and prisoners to feed the training system,’’ Armstrong said.
‘’So basically, you are asking to do what I was doing before getting caught?’’ he said suspicious.
‘’Exactly. I’m not asking you to kidnap children or kill grannies, come on Undberg!’’ the boss said and shook his hands.
‘’Ok I’ll do it,’’ Undberg said after a few seconds thinking, ‘’But this time, I’ll use my methods. If I see an agent or reluctant people…’’ the agent said. Armstrong laughed and nodded.
‘’Of course, no witnesses…’’
And this was chapter two folks. It seems everything is perfect for our stars... thank you all!
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