In a room at a base where the light barely existed…
A man in dark clothing spoke: “How’s the progress on the relocation going?” “It’s almost complete” the scientist replied, “although the military seem to have become alert, making the objective a bit more difficult.” The man grumbled while he hit the table.
“How annoying.
In the next descent make sure they kill as many military as they can.
But always remember the most important ones, I mean, the ones who stick their noses where they shouldn’t.” The scientist sighed.
“Understood.
Now I’ll reorganize them into the squad.” After that, the scientist left the room.
“Soon everything will be ready.” The man, after that, walked up to a wall and, with a touch on a certain part of it, a secret passage opened that led downward.
He descended with total calm, deeper and deeper, until he finally arrived at a room where there was a lot of strange technology and inexplicable symbols.
He went in and, in the middle of the room, there was a circle with an eye inside.
The man sat down in the center in a meditation pose.
He lit the candles that were around the circle and settled in to close his eyes until he concentrated.
The sound of the panels emitting static and the buttons sending pixelated sounds faded away like a sigh.
Then, the atmosphere changed to a more relaxing one.
The man slowly opened his eyes and there he saw him: in front of him there was an elegant man with well-combed black hair, pointy ears and slightly gray skin tone.
Clearly young.
The man sighed upon seeing the man in front of him.
“Lord Saimon-sama…” Saimon, without getting up from his chair, sighed and opened his mouth to speak: “Hello, my dear follower Agust.
It seems that, despite the location changes, you managed to solve the problem anyway.
Without a doubt you are very…
loyal to me.
Although there’s still something to resolve about the opening time…
it’s very short…” The man knelt down while speaking.
“Lord, give me more time, please!
I promise I won’t disappoint you.” “I know you won’t fail me, Agust.
You proved to be the most loyal subject I ever had.” “Thank you very much, sir!” the man finally said.
“You can go now.” With a movement of his fingers, Saimon dismissed Agust, who after that regained consciousness and returned to his real world.
“Ha…
how fun.
Always the same story” Saimon sighed calmly.
Finally he stood up and, while walking through a kind of destroyed galaxy and empty zones, he sighed once more to finally look at a group of horrible beasts.
“Soon it will be time for you to go bring daddy something to eat.” His expression and face darkened slowly as he finished the sentence.
…
“Superior, wouldn’t it be better to inform the military about this?” “What?” the man frowned as he left the room where he had been minutes before.
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“It’s just that, look, you already told us about this so-called Entity that will supposedly purify the world and stop the descents.
Wouldn’t it be better to tell the soldiers this?
Maybe then we could have support and we wouldn’t have to sacrifice humans due to lack of fuel…” said a young man.
“No, they wouldn’t understand it.
After all, sometimes sacrifices have to be made to achieve certain goals.” “I understand” the young man didn’t insist any further and continued on his way.
…
“Come on, move!
Deploy quickly and capture those guys!” a soldier shouted loudly while the others followed his orders, chasing a group of three men.
“Shit…
things are going bad, Damián” a man said as he kept running.
Another one, with his pulse racing, spoke: “Stop talking and run!” The three men ran through alleys, fleeing from the military that had been following them for a good while.
“You better make sure the pay is good!” one of the men said without stopping.
“Of course!” the other replied.
This way they kept running through the city while the military worked nonstop to catch them.
“Mmh…
How old are you, kid?” A man in elegant clothes asked while moving his hands nimbly, mixing different drinks to finally serve it in a glass and hand it to someone.
“Old enough to be here.
Besides, I’m just here waiting for a friend…” Zak seemed uneasy.
In the background music was playing and neon lights covered the whole room, while the walls reflected dancing shadows.
“I see.
I won’t ask anymore, but…
who exactly?” “You’re very curious, aren’t you?” “Yes, sorry for intruding.” “He’s just a friend.
He invited me to…
hang out…
” Zak sighed.
“I understand.” The man decided to walk away to keep preparing more drinks for the customers.
After all, that was his job: to be a bartender, serve drinks and listen to the miserable life of every individual that ended up on top of him.
Zak sighed as he rested his face on his hand against the long table.
“Hey, Zak!
You actually came in the end.” A vaguely familiar voice said as it approached from behind.
“Hello, Thomas.
Long time.” The young man approached cheerfully and took a seat on one of the available chairs next to Zak.
“Thank you for coming” Thomas said in a sigh.
“How could I not?” Zak thought.
After all, Zak was calmly watching a TV show until out of nowhere his cell phone, which was resting on a small table, began to ring.
He leaned over and it was a call.
It wasn’t from his mother like always; this time it said “Thomas”.
He decided not to answer, but after a while it rang again, at the worst moment: when he was showering.
“Shit!” Zak said from the shower.
For the third time it rang when Zak was enjoying a delicious lasagna, a rare luxury, more so because most of the pizzerias in the city had decreased or the price was too high.
This time, while Zak was lying down to sleep, once again the cell phone began to ring.
But this time Zak answered.
“Hello…
what’s up, Thomas?
You seem crazy calling” Zak yawned.
“Ha, yeah.
Hello, friend.
Sorry for bothering you so much.
I hope it wasn’t a bother” the other voice replied.
“A bother, oh sure…
you only called like four times in two hours straight and at the worst moments” Zak emphasized.
“I understand, yes, yes.
Well, do you think we could meet?
It’s urgent, really.” “Hmm, okay, fine.” “Thanks.” “At Golfo’s bar?” he asked.
“Yes, haha, you know it” he replied.
“Sure” Zak yawned again.
After that the call ended.
Zak sighed against the pillow, pensive: what could be so urgent or important?
He didn’t know, but it had to be something serious.
“Yeah…
sorry” Thomas apologized.
“Don’t apologize.
Well, now tell me, what’s so important?” he asked.
The young man sighed as he looked at him happily.
“I’m getting married, Zak!” “What?” “Yes, I’m getting married!” he shouted louder.
The people in the room heard him and they all raised their glasses in a sign of celebration.
“Is that why you called me?” Zak asked, incredulous.
“Yeees.
What do you think?” the guy asked.
“What do I think?
I think it’s fine.
But I thought it was something more serious, like you were dying or something similar” Zak replied.
“Mmm, yes, I understand, sorry.
But hey, I’m getting married and how could I not tell my old friend” Thomas commented.
“Yeah…
I understand…
And well, I admit it’s an achievement because getting a partner these days, worse with the downturns, sucks” Zak mentioned.
“Hahaha, thanks” Thomas said.
The bartender from a moment ago came over and asked: “Do you want something to drink to celebrate?” “Yes I do, give me two glasses of champagne” Thomas ordered.
While Thomas was talking animatedly with the bartender who was serving the champagnes, he noticed how a strange hooded guy was in a corner of the bar, near the bathroom.
The guy placed a strange device behind a bar sign and then left.
“Wait…
Give me a moment, Thomas, I have to go to the bathroom.” “Sure, go, friend” Thomas replied cheerfully.
Zak got up and walked over to where the guy had been minutes before, carefully he saw a kind of microchip with strange symbols stuck to the wall.
But out of nowhere it fused with the wall until it disappeared, only leaving a strange symbol in its place.
“What the hell?” Zak said while still watching the scene.
“Everything okay?
Are you about to throw up?” a man asked.
“Huh?” Zak was confused.
Although the way he was slightly leaning and holding himself with one hand on his knee and the other on the wall said something else.
“Haha, relax.
Though I recommend doing it in the bathroom, not here, you’d leave work for the cleaning staff” the man said, then continued on his way.
Zak stood up straight right away and went back to where Thomas was, who was still talking with the bartender.
“Oh, you’re back fast” Thomas mentioned, slightly surprised.
“Yeah…
Well, anyway…” “Take your glass of champagne, the one we used to drink in college” Thomas mentioned.
“Thanks.
Well, I guess I’ll toast to your…
bachelor party” Zak sighed.
“Of course!” Thomas said while both finally clinked their glasses to drink them down to the last drop.
“You guys seem to be really good friends” the bartender mentioned.
“Isn’t it obvious?
We’re best buddies!” Thomas commented cheerfully.
“That’s good, having someone you can trust even in these times” the bartender said.
“Yes, of course.
Isn’t that right, Zak?” Zak was still thinking about what that strange microchip was, but more because of how it seemed to fuse with the wall.
His friend’s voice brought him back to reality.
“Zak?” “Oh, yeah, I’m here” Zak tensed slightly.
“Hahaha, classic you.
With the first glass you’re already done for” Thomas mentioned.
“He must be new to this kind of thing” the bartender added.
“No, it’s just that he doesn’t usually drink much, that’s all” Thomas defended his friend.
Zak sighed and got up while setting down his empty glass.
“I’m sorry, Thomas, I have to go.
Goodbye…
Goodbye…?” “Clark” the bartender replied to Zak’s doubt about his name.
“Goodbye, Thomas and Clark.
I really would’ve liked to stay a bit longer, but I have to go now.
Take care.” “Don’t worry.
Go carefully, friend.” “Go safely, young man.” Both said goodbye while Zak made his way through the crowd until he finally got out to the street.
Once again, the neon lights illuminating the streets and the sound of cars passing.
Zak walked among the people while thinking about what he saw.
Somehow, everything the security guard had told him, the news…
something was about to happen and no one knew it yet or wasn’t taking it into account.
Whatever was going to happen, Zak planned not to get involved.
After all, that wasn’t his problem.
But the idea that it might really be one of those alien conspiracies or cults that the security guard had mentioned that time terrified him…
That night Zak didn’t sleep..