Chương 6: Saturday (1)

The next day, my father and I woke up early. We had breakfast at 6:30am. After we changed, Father went into the living room and entered a closet. Behind the many clothes was a hidden compartment with a fingerprint scanner. Father scanned his thumb, and, after a *click* sound, he shifted the movable closet to the right. The compartment inside contains several weapons, including sniple rifles, shotguns and pistols. Father took a Desert Eagle and a Glock before closing the compartment.

He put both pistols into a duffel bag, along with two sets of towels and spare clothes for him and myself. Then, he carried the duffel bag as we both headed to the garage.

The garage had 2 cars. One for my dad and one for when I get my driver's license in the future. We entered the slick silver colored Mercedes Benz, placing the duffel bag in the back seat. I rode shotgun while Father drove out.

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Before long, I nodded off and had a light sleep. We drove for 2 hours before arriving at a training facility located in the desert. I woke up and saw the gigantic sign that said, "Ares International. XX Specialized Training Center." There was a gigantic logo next to the sign with the symbol of a Greek Hoplite helmet [1].

The specialized training center is massive. There were a few obstacle courses; a long-range, mid-range and a short-range shooting range; multiple training rooms; a multi-function room for training the five senses and many more.

When we arrived at the entrance, a valet helped open the car doors. Father gave the car keys to the valet, and entered the facility after grabbing the duffel bag. The receptionist immediately greeted us warmly right after we walked in. "Good morning, Mr. Gray, Mr. Lee. Welcome back to XX Specialized Training Center." My Father nodded.

After going through security, putting the duffel bag through the x-ray machine and going through the metal detector ourselves, the receptionist gave us 2 keys. "Here are the 2 keys for your lockers."

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As we entered the locker room, we saw many young men with age ranging from the 20s to 40s.

"I'm probably the youngest person in this whole training center." I thought to myself.

My father's locker was adjacent to mine. He gave me a towel and my spare clothes. Father opened his locker and shoved the duffel bag in. He then changed into a military camouflage uniform that was already placed in the locker. The uniform fits him perfectly, making him seem like a fierce yet dashing man that had went through many hardships. He then wore a open carry belt and stuffed his Glock and Desert Eagle in the holsters.

I placed my towel and spare clothes delicately inside the locker and closed it. Unlike my father, I did not change.

After heading out of the locker room, there were directions to the multiple facilities within the training center.

"I have to go to the obstacle training course now." Father said to me after taking a look at his watch that was on his wrist. "Remember, you have close-quarter combat training with Instructor Harris at 11am and armed combat training with Instructor Evans at 2pm."

I nodded. "I'll see you at 1pm for lunch time then?"

"I don't know how long it would take to finish my session. You can eat without me if I'm not at the cafeteria." Father then ruffled my hair and gave a faint smile. "Remember not to over-exert yourself, okay?"

"Yes, Father." I replied obediently.

Father turned left at the intersection and walked away. I stared at his tall and wide back until my eyes could not see him anymore. Then, I turned right and walked the opposite direction.

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I decided that I will go train my targeting precision at the close-range gun range. I arrived in front of the gun range where a whole rack of different sorts of pistols were displayed to be lent. A staff member sat in front of the rack, playing on his phone. I then asked the staff to lend me a Glock, 10 cartridges and an earmuff. The total lending (for the Glock and earmuff) and buying fee (for the cartridges filled with bullets) costs $500. I paid in cash.

"Are you sure you can handle a gun, kid?" The staff teased me.

I stared at the staff for a while, "You're new here, aren't you?" I asked in a monotone voice.

"Yeah, just got transferred to this department. Used to be in the war, but all the screwed up sh*t happening over there is messin' up my head, you know what I mean?" The staff said in a rough voice.

"PTSD?"

"Yeah." The staff nodded. "The name's Ben Warren. What's your name, kid?"

"Hunter Lee." I replied. "Also, thank you for your concern, but I think I can handle this." I gestured with the gun.

Mr. Warren shrugged and left me alone. I put on my earmuffs and headed in.

There were already a few people at the gun range. I grabbed a paper target with the silouette of a human being located on the pile of papers on a desk and headed to an asile.

I hanged the paper target and pressed a button, allowing the conveyor to move the target back. I moved the target back 100m before stopping. After that, I took the Glock, entered the cartridge and started shooting.

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"The results were quite satisfactory," I thought.

I took a look at the several paper tagets, all of which have multiple holes at the center of the heart and head.

I returned the Glock, empty cartridges and the earmuffs. "Oh, can you also help me throw away at the paper targets?" I asked.

Mr. Warren took the papers and exclaimed, "Holy sh*t! You're good, kid!"

I turned my back and walked away, waving my hand. My lips slightly curved.

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I headed to a function room for the close-quarter combat session. It was then that I had a slightly unpleasant feeling. I took a look around the room and there were only some equipment and Instructor Harris in front of me. Then, I noticed there was a large glass pane at the upper side of one wall. The glass was tinted so one cannot look outside, but those who were outside could look in. "Instructor, is someone going to be watching our session today?"

"No. I was not informed of this." The instructor shook his head.

I pondered a bit more but didn't have time since the instructor already started sparring with me, requiring my full attention.

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After the end of the session, I headed towards the cafeteria hoping to see Father. I started walking along a long hallway, when I saw someone standing next to the wall in front of me. The man was wearing a blue suit, with a striped tie and black leather shoes. His face was cleanly shaven, making him look younger than he really was. His hair was brushed back, making him seem more vibrant. He tilted his head and took a glance at me. As I closed in on him, he took the initiative and asked, "Hello. Are you Mr. Hunter Lee?" He asked amicably.

"Yes...?" I replied warily.

"My name is Flint Walker, I am a military consultant that works for Ares International." Mr. Walker said in a soft tone. He reached into his pocket behind his blazer and took out a name card. He then handed it to me.

I took a look. The name card reads, "Flint Walker. Senior Military Consultant. 2nd Division."

I flipped the card to the back and saw the logo of Ares International printed on it.

"May I ask what you are looking from me, Mr. Walker?" I asked.

"Well, I was quite intriqued by your excellent shooting skills this morning and could not help but ask. Would you like to go on a paintball session with me and my friends?" Walker asked nicely.

My facial expression did not change. However, inwardly, I immediately became guarded. "This man was watching me when I was in the gun range and I did not even notice it. Was he the one gazing at me during my close-quarter combat session as well?" I thought.

"Mr. Walker, I'm sorry to inform you that I need permission from my father to do these sorts of activities, as I am still a minor." I reasoned.

Walker had a suprised look. "Oh, sorry. I did not realize. You did not look like a minor to me."

Walker then smiled again, "Oh well. It is nice to meet your acquaintance anyways. It is fate that we met today. If you have any problems in the future, please call the number on the name card."

After speaking what he had to say, Walker left in the opposite direction. I waited until he turned the corner before taking a deep breath and narrowed my eyes. I headed towards the cafeteria.

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Chương 7: Saturday (2)

I did not manage to find my father when I arrived at the cafeteria. Therefore, I grabbed something to eat and sat at an empty table. Father finally arrived after half an hour.

"So, how was your combat session?" Father asked.

"It was fine. How was yours?"

He nodded, stating that it was fine as well. Father started eating. I did not disturb him. The whole table became silent, which was quite eerie compared to the mix of laughter and voices coming from the other tables, filling the whole cafeteria with noises.

After Father finished his food, I took out Mr. Walker's name card.

"Father, someone came up to me this morning."

I handed the name card to Father. After seeing the name on the card, my father's facial expression slightly changed for the worse. It was hardly noticable on the outside, but I could clearly distinguish it. "What did Walker say to you?" He asked, trying to sound as normal as possible.

"He just asked me if I would like to play paintball with him. I declined saying that I am a minor and needed your permission."

Father furrowed his brows. "Okay, understood. You should head to Instructor Evans' training room now."

I nodded and left Father alone.

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After making sure that I left, Father dialed the number on the name card.

"Hello? Who is this?" A crisp voice asked through the phone.

"It's me." Father replied curtly.

Both people went silent for a while.

"It's been awhile, Gray." Walker finally spoke in a sweet voice.

"Why did you look for my son, Walker?" Father spoke slowly.

There was laughter coming from the other side. "Because I knew you wouldn't call me otherwise, Gray." Walker replied. "Your son is magnificent by the way, both his skills in combat and skills with a weapon. He reminds me of you back when you were young. Of course, his personality is completely different compared to yours back then."

"What do you want." Father stated in a low voice, clearly wanting to end the conversation as soon as possible.

"A date." Walker replied.

"And if I disagree?"

"I know where your son-"

"Touch my son and I will personally torture and murder you." Father's voice was extremely cold. If a normal person heard this voice they would immediately freeze. However, Walker continued to be nonchalant. He smirked, "Come to the bar at you-know-where. Tonight. 11pm. Alone."

Walker immediately hung up the phone.

Father felt like throwing the phone on the ground but controlled himself as this was a public environment.

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While training weapons combat with Instructor Evans, I did not feel anyone watching me anymore.

"It seems that Father had took care of it." I conjectured.

After 2 hours, the training ended. I headed to the locker room to take the shower, then I waited for Father at the lobby. It was then that Leo started texting me.

Thirstykid69: "Hunter, I want you"

Bigd1ckgod: "*rolls eyes*"

Thirstykid69: "My hole is so itchy, it wants to be stuffed."

He sent a picture of his own a**hole, it was filled with a watery substance and looked slightly pink, looking like it had just been ravaged.

I gulped. I wanted to type something but Leo gave me a video call instead.

I debated whether or not to answer. At the end, I plugged in my headphone and answered the call.

"Hunter." Leo panted. Through the screen, Hunter could only see his face. He could see Leo's face turned bright red, his puppy dog eyes giving a pitiful look. "I really want you."

I stared at him disdainfully. There was a rubbing noise coming from the other side.

"Hunter...*hah hah*... please don't look at me like that. Or else I'm gonna, I'm gonna... AH!!" Leo started panting harder, at the end he couldn't help but moan loudly.

My face turned dark. I immediately cancelled the call.

"I'm gonna ignore his texts and calls for the rest of the day." I thought.

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Father came out about an hour after my less than pleasant phone call with Leo. We headed out and drove back home. When we arrived back at our house, it was already 7pm. I did not have time to cook, so instead we ordered takeout. After a whole day of workout, both my father and I were feeling very starved so we ordered a whole pizza to share.

After finishing the pizza, Father gazed at me for a while. He said, "Hunter, I'm going out tonight. I might be back really late, so you don't need to wait for me."

I noticed that Father's voice sounded a little different. However, I decided now was not the time to ask. "Got it, Father."

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At 10pm, Father ordered a taxi and left. He arrived at the bar designated by Walker. It was located at the 100th floor of a rather tall skyscraper, located inside a 5-star hotel. The bar itself was well-furnished. It had a quite atmosphere, with only a few customers.

"Mr. Gray, Mr. Walker is already waiting for you inside the lounge. Please follow me." A staff member in front of Father said.

Father nodded, following the staff member. They walked to the very end and took a right turn.

"The lounge is at the third door on the right. Please enjoy the evening." The staff member left.

Father entered the lounge to find Flint Walker. The lounge was greatly decorated, with a chandelier dangling off the ceiling, a large plasma screen TV facing the window on the opposite side. Father looked outside the window and saw the entire skyline of the city below. The red-colored sofas were made of leather and the table located in front of it was made out of real mahogany.

Walker was still wearing the same suit seen by his son this morning, but Father did not know that. "Gray!" Walker exclaimed.

He come up to Father and wanted to hug him, but Father dodged.

"Tch! After such a long time, you wouldn't give this buddy a hug?"

"Get to the point, Walker." Father spat.

"Come on now, don't be in such a hurry. Please, take a seat." Walker gestured.

Father headed towards the sofa and sat. Walker followed, sitting a very short distance away. He faced Father and said, "Don't you want to catch up?"

"No." Father replied.

"Come on. Tell me something that happened after the last time we met." Walker urged.

Father stared at Walker menacingly. After a while, he said slowly, "You know exactly what I've been up to these few years. It is all within the company database. Also, don't you think I wouldn't have noticed the thugs that have been tailing me and my son these past few months?"

Walker's face turned ugly. "Tch! You are no fun at all, and here I thought we could have a nice conversation reminiscing about our past exploits." Walker consciously shifted closer to Father.

"What do you want, Walker."

Walker continued shifting and arrived right next to Father, their thighs and legs touching. He tilted his head to face Father. "Gray, I've been so lonely these past few years. You have never called me even once."

Walker's breath hit Father's face making him feel uncomfortable, but he did not make a sound.

"Do I really need a reason to meet you?" He asked in a melancholic tone. His face turned pitiful, as if wanting someone to coax him. Father's face hardened.

Walker, who was sitting on Father's right, started rubbing Father's thighs with his left hand. His face headed closer and started breathing down Father's neck.

Father shivered.

Walker's left hand headed under Father's shirt. He started rubbing his well-defined abs. "Do you remembered that time when we were intertwined. I felt like I had ascended to heaven from hell."

"We were young back then. There were enemies everywhere and we had nowhere to vent our frustrations, so we vented on each other. That's it, nothing more." Father replied coldly.

"How could you be so cold. I clearly felt it at that time. Our connection." Walker's lips started heading towards Father's. It was then that Father pushed Walker away with force and stood up.

"If you have nothing more to say then I'm leaving." Father said disdainfully.

"Wait! Before you go, can you at least share a drink with me first? Just like that time in City Y." Walker pleaded. "I have a bottle of Bourbon with me."

Father furrowed his brows. "Fine, but only one drink."

Walker's face brightened. Father sat down quite a distance away from Walker to prevent him from molesting himself again.

He poured the Bourbon into 2 glasses, and grabbed a few ice cubes, placing them in both glasses. He then slided the glass down the table. It landed right in front of him. Father picked the glass up.

Walker held the glass up as well. "Well, what shall we toast to?"

"To the health of my son." Father replied.

Walker shook his head for 2 seconds. "We should toast to our own health instead."

Father nodded. "To our health."

They clanked the glasses against each other then took a sip. Father swirled the Bourbon around before taking a few more sips.

"It's getting late. I should get going." Father said.

"Wait." Walker took out a small bottle from his inner pocket. "Here's a bottle of sunblock lotion. You are headed to a desert, so you will need it more than me."

Father took the lotion from Walker. The label on the lotion reads, "Sunblock UV 50+++".

"Thank you."

"You're welcome." Walker smirked. "And if you are feeling pent up or sexually frustrated, call me. I will always accompany you."

Father did not answer and left.

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By the time Father arrived back home, it was already 1am. Without my father holding me, I would always sleep lightly, being forced awake by the slightest sound. Therefore, when I heard the sound of the door, I immediately ran down the stairs in my pyjamas and greeted Father.

"Welcome home, Father." I said groggily.

"You should be asleep. Go to bed."

I nodded and headed back to my room, took the pillow, then headed to the master bedroom. I climbed onto the King-sized bed and slept.

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