The Conspiracy of the Elites

“My name is Clark, I am a cadet of the Spartan republic on training,” Clark announced loudly as he was hand-cuffed. “You can call 223 to confirm,” he added as he deactivated his face armor revealing his face. As Clark introduced himself some vigilante members already went after the terrorists who pursued him here.

Clark waited for over 10 minutes as they did a lot of procedures before finally confirming his identity. The way they spoke to him immediately changed as they politely started asking him some questions. “Who were those pursuing you,” they asked?

Clark told them the truth conveniently placing the terrorist organization base in another precarious situation. They were surprised but nodded seriously as they directly informed the local police force.

“Do you need anything?” The one who seemed to be the leader of the group asked.

“No, only a hotel to rest for the night,” Clark answered.

They prepared a hotel for him as he booked a room to spend the night. 30 minutes later Clark was dropped in the hotel, he entered and quickly located his room. The first thing he did after dropping his bag was have a proper bath as he hardly had time to bath during his time with the terrorist organization.

“Oh man this feels good,” Clark moaned in satisfaction as the warm water from the shower washed over him.

Clark felt like a new born as he plopped down on the big king-sized bed. He checked the time and it was already to 4:00am in the morning. He was famished and exhausted but he still used his last energy to look at his military watch where he found training completed showing on it. He grinned in satisfaction as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion sleeping and smiling with contentment.

…

That night it was a different mood entirely in the terrorist organization temporary base as the soldiers returned in a sad and defeated atmosphere. The 2 executioners silently went to meet the commander as they narrated what later happened. The commander kept silent as he listened to his subordinate’s narration with a grave expression. “Announce to the soldiers that we are leaving tomorrow,” he kept silent for some time again before continuing, “burry our fallen soldiers and high-grade soldiers”.

The commander said the last part with a pained expression as he gritted his teeth. “Clark, enjoy your victory for the time being I will make sure I hunt you down when the time is right,” he swore.

As the 2 executioners went to inform the soldiers about the instructions, they both discussed with dread. “Elliot to think that you recruited such a demon into our ranks, you actually recruited a high-grade Spartan soldier in our midst”.

“Stop it Daniel, I deeply regret my decision to bring in Clark but you were also close to him you didn’t suspect anything so don’t just blame me”. Elliot retorted while feeling a sense of loss.

“What pains me most is the death of our fellow high-grade brothers and the loss of the limited exotic weapons and armor we have”. Elliot silently muttered. He felt very guilty for bringing in such a demon into the base.

After the news of their departure was released and that they’ll likely face other police assaults the soldiers despaired. They further lost confidence at the announcement of the death of 2 of their executioners. Clark succeeded in wreaking havoc on this base, they were now at their weakest.

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That night Clark dreamt of himself being a secret spy for the Spartan republic. He joined a team of professional spies as they infiltrated the Aragan capital city. They were so good that they evaded all the advanced country’s detection. They succeeded in their mission as they assassinated the president of Araga.

Complications came during their escape as they encountered an elite Aragan military division. To his surprise they met a team led by the legendary Helix the conqueror which led to him clashing directly with this legend.

“Damn!! When did I become this strong and skilled?” Clark was surprised as he fought and suppressed the first high grade soldier humanity breed. He conveniently killed a lot of his teammates while still fighting him. He spearheaded his team as they successfully escaped after assassinating the Aragan president. Despite their identity not being known people referred to them as the mysterious super assassins, they became famous overnight.

Their fame especially that of Clark as the leader of the team spread to all corners of the earth as parents even use their story to scare their children to sleep. He became a legend as even 2-year-olds knew him as the mysterious secret agent. He was really badass as he led his team again to other successful missions.

“Man, this is sweet,” Clark yelled in his as he basked in the glory of being a legend only for light to illuminate his face as he recognized the ceiling of the hotel, he booked last night.

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