12 November, 2025. 8:00 pm.
"Bother!! Do you look in the news?! "
Aston ran towards a warehouse filled with men holding dangerous weapons with each one of them having a special tattoo.
In the darkness corner bulky man who was bald and had a moustache, wearing a black undershirt and jeans.
"Yeah. A terrorist attack happened at the building made to remember another terrorist attack. " He laughs. " How ironic. "
"You know what it means? " Aston smiles. "Police will be busy, time to get busy!! "
"You have become smart, brother. " The man rubs Aston's head with his fist. "If dad had been alive—"
"I said not to talk about him! " Aston yells. "That man is a coward. "
"Ok, I am sorry. " The man apologised.
"Whatever. " Aston turns around. "I am going for today's business, Marcus. "
"C'mon Aston, dad used to be a good man. The crime was the reason, why can't you understand? "
"I don't care, he is the reason behind my mom's death. "
Everyone turns around towards Aston and Marcus.
"Whatever you think. " Marcus spoke.
Aston quietly walked off.
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12 December 2025. 9:10 pm
The car uncontrollably drove on the road, switching the turn lane rapidly without giving any signal. It even crosses the red signal, almost getting crushed by other vehicles.
Inside it, Vyuk tried his best to suffocate Aston by his elbow. Aston tried to rebel, trying to loosen Vyuk grip.
"Stop the Aston! I am warning you. " Vyuk warned.
Aston didn't listen, by his one hand he changed the steering wheel to an empty road then by his second hand he put on his seatbelt, he fastened the car speed.
"Put on your seatbelt Vyuk. " A small grin forms on his face.
"Don't you dare—" Before Vyuk can finish his sentence.
CRASH!!!
The car violently crashes in the near street light, the impact bends the pole making it touch the ground, the bulb part got scattered into pieces, the wires inside it hanging out.
Meanwhile, the car front engine got badly smashed, badly damaging the engine, smoke started to come from it. The car hood collided into the windshield.
Aston slowly crawled outside of the driver door, his head bleeding from the accident. The airbag inside covered the whole front seat , saving him.
Aston shakingly stands up, grabbing the car for support. He looked at the seat in which Vyuk had sitten.
"Farewell, buddy. "
He turns around, walking weakly to the borders of Mexico.
"Stop. "
That voice stops Aston, when he turns around he sees Vyuk standing perfectly while being badly injured. Blood flowing from the nose, mouth and eye became red.
"I don't know what you are going through, however I can't join. "
Vyuk pause
"I have a family. "
Vyuk throws away his wallet. "That's all I can do. "
Vyuk feebly starts to walk away, Aston just stares at him, his mind racing with thoughts that no one would ever know. He looked at the wallet Vyuk offered him.
He took the wallet then started to walk in the opposite direction of the Vyuk.
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Earlier on 12 December 2025.
Time: 9:00.
"I don't think he might make it. "
Inside a hospital, outside of an emergency room a doctor, looking in his forties spoke in worry. In front an old man with a long beard with another Secret Service agent listens.
"Is there a chance of him surviving? " The long beard man seriously asked.
"Yes. " The doctor told him. "Yet the effect of the Pentagon explosion might give him big life- long scars, even his surviving have a very low chance. "
"Ok. " The long beard man sighs. "Do whatever you can. "
The doctor goes away, the old long beard man, sat in the near chair, looking towards the small tv hanging on the ceiling by a metal rod.
"This day will always be remembered in history. " A male news reporter reports outside of the Washington Monument. "Many people got killed by the terrorists, the president died brutally, the White House exploded , then it was not enough so those terrorists blew up the Pentagon. "
"These people are exaggerating it. " The old long beard man scoffed. "Only the main entrance of the White House and one section of the Pentagon got blown up. "
The news reporter continued.
"In the Pentagon explosion, the secretary of defense, Peter Hill got badly injured, battling for his life in the hospital. Many Secret Service agents died including the Secretary of State. "
The long beard man watches in silence. Suddenly he noticed the news reporter hearing something in his ear piece.
"We just got the information that the chief strategy officer and his assistant, Arnold and James Eaton were part of this attack. " The news reporter announced. "Also, assistance is dead, he got killed by the Secret Service. "
Every Secret Service agent gasped in surprise. The old man furiously stood up, looking angrily at the tv.
"Who the hell let this sensitive information!! " The old man howls.
Not a single Secret Service agent said anything, they stood there like a statue, looking down in agitation.
The old beard man became more irritated by the silence.
All of the sudden,
WAAAAAH-OHHHHHH-WAAAAAH-OHHH.
The alarm, upwards of the Emergency room, started to buzz loudly, grabbing everyone's attention.
As soon as the alarm started, a doctor rushed towards the emergency room as fast as possible, behind him a nurse ran. The old man, confused, grabs the nurse.
"What the hell is going on? " The old man questions in concern.
"Looks like the patient is going into a coma. " The nurse hurriedly explained. "If we don't do anything fast, he can go into a coma that can last for several weeks. "
The old man's grips became loose, and the nurse got inside the room with the doctor, where one more nurse was already waiting who had started to alarm.
Meanwhile, the old put his hand on the forehead in stress.
"Peter.. Don't lose hope. " He murmured.
"Sir. " One of the Secret service agents whispers in an old man's ear. " The vice president is calling you. "
"Ok. " The old man replies. "I might go now, informed Peter's family about his situation. "
The Secret Service agent nods.