Over the last two months, the former Preventer Agent known as Ikari Lee had changed considerably. He woke up everyday from what few hours of sleep he could salvage feeling a great weight on his shoulders. The boy who had once been known as responsible and dependable was now labeled an unstable murderer and a dangerous terrorist. He kept in constant hiding now, using various aliases, faked IDs, and what few contacts remained loyal to him to stay alive.
He had not slept for three days now, diligently working to collect enough explosives to pull off his next job. A ratted dufflebag filled with now disabled with C4 bombs of various size sprawled lazily on the floor near his feet- his only company in the backroom of the small warehouse he had snuck into for shelter.
However, bright eyes were fixed to he screen of his monitor, scanning through reports to check on the status of the known Preventers units that were tracking him down. The longer he remained free the more he could destroy. Two investigating units were sniffing around at a civilian home he had burned down a week ago- they weren't going to find anything of use. Ikari knew how to cover his own tracks. Thirteen years of being reared to be a human weapon along with four years of Special Operations service made the slender teen a formidable target.
He was sure that many people found it strange to see someone who should be in high school listed as a threat to peace. Only last week he had seen his description and a warning aired in a news broadcast. Ikari wasn't much to look at- small in stature and with short mouse brown hair and soft brown eyes. He wasn't physically strong, but highly intelligent and very skilled. There was another edge that had been very important to him throughout his life... but he tried hard to not think about that now.
It was helping him now as he switched his search for information from his tracking units to what targets he would be hitting next. Along with the civilian home in Shanghai, he had hit an empty storehouse Sichuan providence of China and an abandoned factory in Siberia. The next target was an old government building in Finland. In the meantime, he'd meet a contact in St. Petersburg who would help with transportation and crossing the country borders.
His movements stilled as a small text bubble popped up in the corner of his screen- Battery mode activated. A heavy knot tied in his stomach. ... Shit. Someone's cut the power. Ikari slipped his hand into a drawer and quietly pulled out three things- a pistol. a small disc, and a tiny remote. He slipped the plastic circle into the drive of his laptop, typed in a few commands, and ducked down, pistol clutched close. The program would boot automatically and completely wipe any data before making the laptop able to detonate via remote. Ikari felt slightly relieved that he already had hard copies of everything he would need on him.
Ikari slipped his eyes shut, trying to think of who could be this close. His small body tensed to prepare himself for conflict. A silent prayer echoed in his thoughts that he'd be able to slip out silently and that violence wouldn’t be necessary. Slowly he crawled out from under the desk, snatched the dufflebag, and edged towards a wall before darting to the crates, silently moving away from the desk and the only source of light- the soft glow of the laptop monitor.
The former agent had expected sooner or later a separate team would have been sent out with the convenience of not being tied to the Preventers. Or perhaps it was an independent agent, a bounty hunter of sorts. He hoped for the latter case as he'd have less of a reason to hold back. Ikari waited silently in the darkness, stilling his own body and listening for sounds to identify his pursuer.
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