Savage Mode

Prologue

When the world thought I died there was no one there to mourn me. No one to lay flowers at my grave. No one to leave my belongings to. In a sense I was an invisible person in the hustle and bustle of life. The Agency told me it was the best way to disappear so no one would come looking for me and no loose ends would cause a problem towards my safety. People always say that death is the scary part of life but isn't that the easy part. Death is a means to an end. Maybe even a possibility to breathe life into something new.

I've been here for years after my so-called death. The first year I had to adjust fast to my new life, so I helped around the huge underground complex, later on I was taught how to pay for my stay. I was put into training so I would be able to protect myself without relying on anyone. They trained me to be a deadly weapon that gets sent to take care of the loose ends and the foreseeable problems. In the beginning it was frustrating to be living this life that I wasn't accustomed to, nowadays my old life is just becoming a dull memory. 

 The Agency is my home now. They are sufficient and give me a roof to live under, so no complaints coming from me. Missions are to succeed or die trying with no rescue team waiting in the trenches. I'll never forget the first time I killed a man. It was after an 8-hour torture interrogation, in the last two hours I made him believe I was going to let him bleed out then I shot him right between the eyes. The look of fear in his eyes was so satisfying and the first time I felt in control. Currently I'm at the top of my game. It's been a week since the last mission so I can assume this next mission is coming soon.