Chapter 382: Code
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"You failed your mission Code."
Code lowered his head, "I have no excuses."
"Oh you have plenty. Naturally with your spotless record we would look into this failure. To think that psychopath would go so far."
"I overlooked a key detail."
"That I cannot deny, you're naturally so thorough. A gem even in our line of work. Yet this one failure, it's like a drop of blood on a clean white sheet. So painfully obvious, and because of it."
The individual leaned close to Code, "You're a failure."
Code kept a still face, "I am prepared to face the consequences."
"Someone of your caliber would normally face no consequence. Except due to the nature of this failure, this whole situation is being investigated by so many people. A single loose end will lead them to us, and that we cannot have."
Code remained silent.
The individual placed a stack of papers onto the desk, "You were the best Code. It's such a waste to have to throw you out."
Several individuals entered the room. Code recognized them all at a glance. People who wouldn't hesitate to strike to claim his spot. All high ranking assassins.
"Kill him, we do not deal with loose ends."
Code was raised as a killer. Abandoned at a young age he was picked up by an ex-member of this facility. From a young age all he knew was combat and killing. Death surrounded him, blood stained his hands.
He served the organization his entire life. Dedicating everything for the ones who gave him a second chance at living. Yet now they were throwing him away.
He knew nothing else outside of this line of work. He long suppressed the emotions incase it affected him. Yet at this very moment he felt two arise.
Fear, he feared losing his life by the hands that raised him. A natural instinct of all humans. It arose in him like a savage animal.
Hatred, the ones he truly cared about now abandoned him. Just like before? Why was life this cruel?!
The two emotions caused him to become unstable, he launched himself towards the highly trained assassins. Besides him, they were the greatest the organization ever had. A team of the best, equipped with a weapon each. Code was unarmed.
The battle lasted fifteen minutes, Code was heavily injured. Yet every single assassin that tried to claim his life was dead on the floor.
He raced out of the facility. He needed to stay alive. He wouldn't die here!
Several assassins tried to stop him, but they stood no chance against Code. Someone who has nothing to lose is the most fearsome opponent after all.
Several hours past and Code was lying against a wall in some alleyway. His wounds were given some basic treatment, but without proper help he would soon die.
The adrenaline, the instinct to survive, the hatred and fear. It all faded away, leaving only a dull individual. He had accepted his death now, it no longer mattered.
His eyelids lowered, his breathing turning faint. His body was so cold, he was so alone.
"There's someone here?"
Code's instincts reignited for just a moment. In just a few moments he quickly incapacitated several individuals around him.
"He's crazy! Shoot the bastard!"
"Wait!"
A young girl's voice spread across the alleyway. She approached Code slowly, staring directly into his eyes. A man in a suit stopped her, "He's a wild animal Miss, it would be best if you put him down."
"He beat some of our best in just a moment. I'm willing to take a risk."
Code's body used the last of its strength. He collapsed onto his knees and struggled to stand. The girl lowered herself to meet his eyes, "You're quite skilled, why are you dying out here?"
Code didn't reply.
The girl merely smiled, "Someone like you is too good to die alone. We could use you, so I want to offer you a choice. We will leave you alone, or we can heal you and you will join us."
Code finally spoke, his voice hoarse and quiet, "Why?"
"I'm someone who likes people of talent. Your combat skills certainly pass. So I want you to be my bodyguard. What do you say?"
Code's body slumped, "If you will provide me with another chance at life, I will dedicate it to you."
"You're my favorite kind of person! What's your name?"
"Code."
"Code? Not that bad of a name, but it's kind of lame. I'll give you a new one, as a declaration of your new life. Hmm, how does Hank sound?"
"I will accept it."
"Wonderful! Get this man treated, I'll speak with Father."
The man in the suit hesitated, "M-Miss. . ."
"Are you just going to stand there? Get moving!"
"Yes Miss!"
. . .
Two years later Hank adjusted his suit. Walking into a room he found a familiar young girl, except a little taller. He kneeled in front of her, "I am here Young Miss."
"Ah Hank! You finally passed my Father's stupid tests. That's great!"
"I had to gain the trust of him."
"That's why it's stupid. Not trusting you is like not trusting me. I assume you're clear on your duties?"
"Yes."
"Great! With your skills I no longer have to walk around with an army of bodyguards. Come along with me, we're going shopping!"
Hank couldn't help but smile, "Right away Young Miss."
This little girl single handedly gave him a new life. Something he can appreciate more now than ever. He intended to keep his word, his life was forever in her hands. If she wanted him to kill a God. . . .
Well, he would listen to her command.
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He would not fail this mission, it was given to him by the Young Miss. He solemnly swore to never fail a single one of her requests!
He stood up, holding his daggers. Although his body was wounded, his determination was not!
Dot chided, "It's no use, those wounds are-"
Hank dashed forward, his dagger wizzed past and created a deep gash in Dot's side. Before Dot could respond Hank tackled him to the ground with a leg sweep. Dot rolled away before Hank could pin him.
A quick strike from Dot caused another wound to appear on Hank. This one was a gruesome deep wound in his ribs. Yet Hank stood up and continued fighting.
Clang~clank!
Dot remained silent as their weapons clashed. A competition dancing on the edge of death, a fight of pure skill! The two on the brink of exhaustion fought even harder. Throwing away battle tactics and maneuvers they went head to head with pure strength, speed, and reflexes!
Metal clashed, muscles flexed, blood flowed. Hank didn't falter in the slightest, he just kept fighting!
Travis grit his teeth, this battle was a losing one!
A different kind of energy was boiling within White Phantom. A kind he was familiar with. This guy, was awakening a War Sight! A player managed to push him this far! Everything he obtained, the years of knowledge he spent to get to where he was now. Was it all for nothing?!
He was to stand above all! A strength beyond a realm the players could reach! Yet time and time again he met someone capable of fighting against this absolute strength!
He even improved his combat skill. The thorough training with Dimitrin hammered his fighting sense to a whole new level.
But yet here he was!
His War Sight erupted, "White Phantom!!"
Their weapons clashed, a shockwave burst forth. At this moment Travis gained sight of White Phantom's eyes. In them was a bright determination.
He gained a realization. White Phantom was the same as him. Someone through sheer determination managed to get this high. Even if Travis had gone back in time, he wasn't the only one who had a reason to fight.
Rather. . . why was he fighting again?
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