I should be nervous. I should be sweating bullets, thinking about all the ways this can go wrong, but instead, there’s this weird calm washing over me as I make my way toward the warehouse. The Rolin system has been quiet since I accepted the mission, just that soft hum in the back of my mind, like it’s biding its time. And maybe I’m doing the same—waiting for something to click, for that moment when it all makes sense.
The warehouse is in the industrial district, one of those places you don’t go unless you’ve got a damn good reason. Tonight, I’ve got one—500 Essence, a number that’s burned itself into my brain since the mission details popped up. That’s a hell of a lot more than I got from those street thugs, which means this job is bigger, more dangerous. But then, isn’t that what I signed up for? I slip around the back of the building, avoiding the main entrance. The place is dark, just a few scattered lights casting shadows across the cracked concrete. I pause at a side door, the lock rusty but intact. This is it. No turning back now. *Objective: Infiltrate warehouse. Target: High-value item.* I nod to myself, like the system can see it, and reach for the lock. My hands are steadier than I expected, no trembling, no hesitation. It’s like my body’s already a step ahead of me, knowing what needs to be done. With a twist and a click, the door swings open, and I slip inside. The air inside is stale, thick with dust and the faint smell of oil and metal. I crouch low, moving between stacks of crates and machinery, my eyes darting around for any sign of movement. The warehouse is massive, rows upon rows of equipment, all covered in tarps like forgotten relics. But there, at the center, I see it—a metal case, about the size of a small suitcase, sitting on a pallet like it’s waiting for me. *Target identified. Proceed with caution.* "Yeah, no kidding," I mutter, glancing around. There’s no way it’s this easy. Nothing in my life has ever been this easy. But the case is just sitting there, no guards, no alarms, nothing. I approach it slowly, every nerve on high alert. The case is cold to the touch, a sleek, matte black with no markings. I half expect it to be locked, but the latch clicks open with just a push. Inside, nestled in foam, is a small device—about the size of a cell phone, but with no screen, just a series of pulsing blue lights. *Objective complete. Retrieve item.* "That’s it?" I whisper, staring at the device. This tiny thing is worth 500 Essence? But the system doesn’t lie. It hasn’t lied to me yet, anyway. I pick up the device, feeling its weight, the smooth, cold metal against my skin. There’s a part of me that wants to know what it does, but the system stays silent, offering no explanation. Just the satisfaction of knowing I’ve completed the mission. *Essence Level: 600/20,000. System upgrade available.* The screen flashes in my mind, and I feel it—the rush, the surge of power that comes with every Essence gain. It’s intoxicating, like a hit of something pure and uncut, flooding my veins with a warmth that’s almost euphoric. I’ve never felt anything like it, this sudden, overwhelming sense of strength, of control. For a moment, I forget where I am, what I’m doing. All that matters is the power coursing through me, making me feel… invincible. *System upgrade initiated.* The screen flickers, and I brace myself, but instead of pain, there’s a strange, soothing sensation, like a gentle wave washing over me. The blue lights on the device in my hand blink in sync with the screen in my vision, and I feel a connection, a link forming between me and this thing, whatever it is. *New ability unlocked: Perception Boost. Duration: 5 minutes.* "What the hell…?" I breathe, staring at the device. The world around me sharpens, every detail coming into crystal-clear focus. I can see the fine layer of dust on the crates, hear the faint hum of electricity in the air, even feel the slight change in temperature as the device warms in my hand. It’s overwhelming, almost too much, but at the same time, it’s exhilarating. I’m still reeling from the new sensations when a sound cuts through the silence—a faint creak, like a door opening somewhere in the warehouse. I freeze, every muscle tensing, but my mind is racing, calculating, analyzing. Whoever it is, they’re not close, not yet. I have time. *Warning: Hostiles detected. Evacuate immediately.* "Shit," I hiss, shoving the device back into the case and snapping it shut. My heart’s pounding again, the calm from before shattered by the cold reality of the situation. I’m not alone anymore, and whoever’s here isn’t going to be friendly. I move quickly, retracing my steps, keeping low and quiet. My new perception ability is still active, every sound amplified, every shadow more defined. I can hear them now, the soft shuffle of feet on concrete, the low murmur of voices. They’re getting closer. I reach the side door and slip out just as the voices get louder, almost frantic. I don’t wait to hear what they’re saying. I just run, the case clutched tightly in my hand, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts. The Rolin system stays silent, letting me navigate the dark streets on my own. Maybe it knows I need this, the challenge, the thrill of escaping with something more valuable than just Essence. Or maybe it’s testing me, seeing if I’ve got what it takes to handle what’s coming next. I don’t stop until I’m back at my place. I lock the door behind me and sit the case on the table like some forbidden treasure. My hands are shaking again, but this time it’s not from fear—it’s from the sheer adrenaline, the rush of having pulled it off. *Essence Level: 600/20,000. Next mission: Pending.* I stare at the screen, at the words that seem so simple, so benign. But they’re anything but. They’re a promise, a reminder that this is just the beginning. I’ve had a taste of what this system can do, and now I’m hungry for more. But there’s something else, something deeper sitting at the back of my mind. What was that device? Why was it worth so much Essence? And who were those people in the warehouse? The system’s not giving me any answers, just the silent, steady pulse of anticipation. I lean back in my chair, the cool air of the room doing little to calm the fire burning inside me. I should be worried, I should be scared of what this is turning me into. But I’m not. Not yet, anyway. All I can think about is the power, the potential. The next mission, and the one after that, each one pulling me deeper into this strange, twisted game. And somewhere out there, someone’s watching. I don’t know who, or why, but I can feel it. Like a predator stationed just beyond the shadows, waiting for the right moment to strike. --- In a darkened room, far from where Jamie sits, a figure leans back in his chair, a faint smile playing on his lips. The glow of multiple screens reflects in his eyes, each one displaying a different angle, a different part of the city. But it’s the one in the center that holds his attention, the one showing Jamie’s face as he stared at the device, as he felt the power surging through him. The Broker watches, his fingers steepled under his chin, a calculating glint in his gaze. "He’s progressing faster than I anticipated," The Broker murmurs, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness. "But that’s good. Very good." He taps a few keys, pulling up more data, more information on his newest subject. The system is working perfectly, its design flawless. And Jamie… Jamie is proving to be the perfect candidate. "But there’s still so much more to do," The Broker continues, his eyes narrowing as he considers the next move. "Let’s see how far you can go, Jamie. Let’s see if you can survive what’s coming." He reaches for a small, sleek device on his desk, similar to the one Jamie retrieved, and presses a button. The screens flicker, the images shifting, changing. New targets, new missions, all lining up in a perfect sequence. All leading to the same inevitable conclusion. The Broker smiles, a cold, calculated smile, as he leans back and watches the game unfold. "Welcome to the real test, Jamie. Welcome to the next level."I’m standing outside the door to our apartment, my hand hovering over the knob, the weight of the metal case heavy in my other hand. The rush from the warehouse job is still buzzing under my skin, but now there’s a knot in my stomach that wasn’t there before. I know what’s waiting for me on the other side of that door, and it sure as hell isn’t a warm welcome.I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the tension, but it’s no use. Emma’s been on edge lately, more than usual, and the fact that I’ve been coming home later and later isn’t helping. She doesn’t know what I’m up to—hell, I don’t even know half the time—but she’s not stupid. She’s suspicious, and suspicion is dangerous.I twist the knob and push the door open, stepping inside with a forced casualness that I don’t feel. The apartment is dark, save for the faint glow of the TV in the living room. The sound of some late-night talk show drones on, but I know Emma’s not really watching it. She’s waiting for me."Jamie?" Her voice
The rain’s coming down hard, turning the streets of Seattle into a slick, shining maze of reflections and shadows. It’s the kind of night where decent folks stay inside, locked up tight with their families, away from the dangers that lurk in the dark. But I’m not decent, and tonight, I’m not staying inside.The Rolin system’s been buzzing in the back of my mind since I left the apartment, like an itch I can’t scratch. The mission it’s assigned me this time is different, bigger, and I can feel it in my bones. There’s a heaviness to it, a sense of danger that’s almost palpable.*Mission Objective: Infiltrate the underground auction. Secure the data chip. Target: High-priority. Reward: 800 Essence.*An auction. Black market, no doubt. The kind of place where you can buy anything from stolen tech to human lives, if you know the right people. And tonight, I’m about to walk right into the middle of it.I pull my hood up, shielding my face from the rain as I make my way down an alley that sm
The sun’s just starting to rise by the time I make it back to Oz’s studio, the sky a dull gray that matches the gnawing exhaustion in my bones. Lyle’s gone off to lie low, and I’m left with the data chip burning a hole in my pocket and a head full of questions I can’t shake. There’s only one person who might have the answers, and he’s probably the only person I can trust right now—though even that’s debatable.I push open the door to the studio, half-expecting Oz to be passed out in some corner, but instead, I find him standing in front of one of his chaotic canvases, a paintbrush in hand, his wild hair sticking out at all angles like he’s been up all night. He doesn’t look up when I walk in, doesn’t acknowledge me at all, but I know he’s aware of my presence. He always is."You’re back early," he says finally, his voice low and gravelly, like he’s been smoking something stronger than cigarettes."Yeah," I reply, dropping into a chair by the door. "It was a long night."Oz doesn’t say
The rain’s been pouring for hours, hammering down on the streets of Seattle like it’s got beef against the city. My hood is pulled low, hiding my face from the worst of it, but there’s no escaping the chill that seeps into my bones. I’ve been on edge since I left Oz’s studio, the weight of the mission pressing down on me like a lead blanket. This one’s different. Bigger. And I can’t shake the feeling that tonight’s going to be a turning point—one way or another.The Rolin system’s been quiet since it gave me the mission, which is almost worse than the constant buzzing. It’s like it’s waiting, watching, seeing how I handle this on my own. But I’m not alone. Not entirely.Lyle’s beside me, his usual cocky grin replaced by a grim determination that tells me he knows how serious this is. He’s been quiet too, only speaking to go over the plan one more time, making sure we’ve got our angles covered. But even the best plans can go to shit in the blink of an eye, and I’ve got a feeling we’re
The apartment is too quiet. You know that kind of quiet—the kind that isn’t peaceful, isn’t calming. No, this is the kind of quiet that’s got teeth. It’s the kind that makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, makes your gut twist, tells you that something’s coming. And not the good kind of something.I close the door behind me, the sound echoing too loud in the stillness. The rain outside is a constant hiss, like the city’s trying to drown out whatever’s about to happen in here. But it can’t. There’s no escaping it.I should’ve seen this coming. Hell, I did see it coming. But knowing something’s about to hit the fan and actually facing it head-on—two very different beasts.Emma’s standing in the living room, arms crossed, her eyes locked on me the second I walk in. She’s got that look on her face, the one that says she’s been waiting for this, stewing in whatever twisted thoughts have been churning in her mind. And me? I’m the poor bastard who just walked into the lion’s den
The rain’s relentless. It’s like the sky’s got a grudge against me, pounding me with everything it’s got, as if trying to wash away the weight that’s settled on my shoulders. But it’s not working. Nothing’s working. The word keeps looping in my head, over and over, until I can’t think straight.Pregnant.Emma’s pregnant. The mother of my child—my child—just betrayed me, just sold me out to God knows who, and now I’m supposed to do… what? Pretend it doesn’t matter? Pretend that I’m not scared out of my mind about what comes next?But there’s no time to think about that. No time to let it sink in. The Rolin system’s buzzing in my head, louder than before, more insistent, as if it knows something I don’t. And maybe it does. Hell, it probably knows everything, and I’m just catching up.I keep walking, aimless, no destination in mind, just moving because if I stop, I’m afraid I’ll fall apart. But the system’s not going to let that happen. It’s got other plans.*New mission: Incoming threat
The rain hammers down in dreary sheets, cold and unrelenting. Jamie stands motionless, his breath visible in the night air as his mind swirls in chaos. Every raindrop that splashes against his skin seems to carry the weight of a thousand questions.My wife... a child...The words the Broker has spoken to him echo in his mind, blending with the roar of the rain and the hum of the city around him. He clenches his fists, his heart pounding beneath his soaked shirt. Betrayal, confusion, and an odd, unwanted joy tangle inside him, creating a knot he can't unravel. His wife, the one who has twisted and controlled him, is pregnant—with his child."What... what do I do, what the fuck do I do now?,Oz… I need to… I need to get to him " Jamie whispers to the empty street.Then it happens.A familiar sensation blooms in his head. The system activates, its interface flashing before his eyes. For a long time, Jamie has resented this power. It has taken from him, stripped him of normalcy and thrust
Jamie’s fingers twitch at the sound of his phone vibrating, a sharp contrast to the muffled noise of the rain. He hesitates before fishing it out of his pocket, eyes narrowing at the unknown number flashing on the screen. He answers but says nothing, waiting to see who’s on the other end.“Jamie, my man! You still breathing after that fiasco earlier?” The voice is unmistakable—Lyle.A sigh escapes Jamie’s lips as he rubs his temple, a dull headache already forming. The “fiasco” had taken place just hours ago, and he hadn’t even had time to process it fully. But that was Lyle for you—always popping up with the next move before you’ve recovered from the last.“What do you want, Lyle?” Jamie mutters, his voice hoarse from exhaustion.“Relax, man. I’m just checking in on my partner in crime. Gotta make sure you're not, I dunno, buried six feet under after today’s mess,” Lyle says, his tone light and casual, like they hadn’t just pulled off one of the
Jamie and Selina move swiftly through the narrow alleyways, shadows clinging to them as they put distance between themselves and Sokolov’s fortress. The city skyline stretches ahead, its bright lights a strange comfort after the darkness of Sokolov's domain. The system chimes again, reminding Jamie of his recent milestone: Total Essence: 1000. The number glows in his mind, filling him with a rare mix of satisfaction and curiosity. What would the system offer now that he’s reached this new level? Selina nudges him. “You alright? You’re looking… far away.” Jamie blinks, snapping back to the present. “Just… taking it all in.” He glances at her, noting the exhaustion etched into her face. “Let’s find somewhere safe. We can talk then.” They continue moving, winding through the backstreets until they find a secluded spot near an old, abandoned warehouse. Selina leans against a rusted metal fence, catching her breath, while Jamie keeps an eye on their surroundings. “This’ll do for now,”
The exit looms ahead—a set of heavy steel doors just a few paces away. Jamie feels a surge of adrenaline; freedom is so close he can almost taste it. Selina moves beside him with calculated precision, eyes locked on their escape. But as they close in, a familiar voice slices through the silence. "Leaving so soon?" Jamie’s heart sinks as Sokolov steps into view, flanked by two guards, each one armed and steeled for confrontation. Sokolov’s eyes gleam with cold amusement, a smirk twisting his lips. "Jamie, Jamie… I thought we had an understanding." His voice is smooth but menacing. "Yet here you are, taking things that don’t belong to you. You disappoint me Jamie... I'm hurt" Jamie’s fists clench, muscles tensing, ready. He knew a showdown with Sokolov might be inevitable, but this close to escape, it’s a bitter pill. "You took from me first," Jamie replies, voice low, steady, laced with anger. "I’m just leveling the field... Returning things to it's natural state" Sokolov chuckle
Tension crackles like a live wire as Jamie faces off with Darius, each muscle taut, every nerve primed. It's Dark- they stand in a wide, dimly lit corridor—a stark contrast to the sterile brightness of the room Jamie has just left. The exit is close—agonizingly close—but Darius blocks it, and the glint in his eye promises a battle Jamie can’t ignore. “Turn around now,” Darius sneers, “and I might let you walk out with all your bones intact.” Jamie’s jaw tightens as he settles into a loose fighting stance. “I’m done with your games, Darius. I’m getting out, whether you’re in the way or not.” Darius smirks, stepping forward. “Good. I like a bit of resistance.” Without warning, Darius lunges, fists swinging like sledgehammers aimed at Jamie’s head. Jamie dodges left, feeling the rush of air as the blow grazes his cheek. He retaliates instantly, driving an elbow toward Darius’s midsection. The hit connects, but Darius barely flinches. “That all you got?” Darius taunts, grabbing Jamie
The city streets blur as Jamie and Selina keep a low profile, weaving through narrow alleys and dimly lit corners. The adrenaline finally begins to ebb, leaving a dull ache in Jamie’s muscles and a heaviness in his mind. Despite their victory, he knows the mission is far from over—Darius isn’t the type to forgive or forget. They’ll be hunted, no doubt, but that’s a worry for another moment.For now, they need somewhere secure to regroup.They finally slip into a quiet, out-of-the-way café near the docks. The faint, comforting hum of jazz music plays over hidden speakers, an odd contrast to the tension still hanging between them. Jamie gestures to a booth at the back, and they take seats, each glancing around to ensure they aren’t followed.“Didn’t think we’d make it out of there,” Selina mutters, running a hand through her disheveled hair. “Darius isn’t usually that…personal.”Jamie nods, setting the black case between them. “He probably didn’t expect us to put up that much of a fight
The corridor stretches ahead, silent and foreboding, as the ambush warning flashes in Jamie’s mind. He freezes, instincts sharpening, as Selina moves closer, her stance tense and alert.“They’re here,” Jamie whispers, his voice barely audible.Selina’s gaze darts around, her unease surfacing. “You’ve got ten seconds. Where do we go?”Jamie’s mind races as he assesses their options. Ahead lies a side room that might lead to a servant's stairwell, while retreating means doubling back.“Left,” he murmurs, nodding towards the narrow doorway. They slip into the shadows, just as footsteps echo around the corner.Pressed against the wall, they hold their breath as three guards appear, scanning the area. Jamie’s fingers brush his knife as he leans close to Selina. “Backup plan?” he asks, voice low.Selina pulls a compact device from her belt, her mouth curving in a smirk. “Always prepared,” she whispers, pressing a button. The lights flicker, casting eerie shadows, and the guards glance up,
Jamie’s eyes lock onto Darius as the air in the room thickens with tension. Every muscle in his body is poised for action, his mind racing through a thousand possible scenarios. He knows, without a doubt, that Darius won’t hesitate to put him in the ground.But Jamie isn’t one to back down, especially not now.Sokolov leans back in his chair, hands steepled in front of him, watching with an almost amused detachment. "This will be... entertaining," he says, his voice smooth, yet carrying the weight of control.Darius steps forward, his boots thudding heavily on the polished marble floor. He’s built like a tank—tall, muscular, with a scar running down the side of his face, evidence of countless battles fought and won. His dark eyes are cold, devoid of any emotion."I’ve heard about you, Jamie," Darius says, his voice like gravel. "But stories don’t mean much in the real world. Let’s see what you’re made of."Jamie’s hand hovers near his holster, ready to draw his weapon if necessary, bu
The next evening, Jamie stands in front of the mirror, staring at the reflection of a man he barely recognizes. He looks the same—sharp jawline, intense gaze—but something inside him has shifted. The weight of the decision presses against his chest, like an invisible hand squeezing tight. The mission he’s about to embark on isn’t just another job. This one is personal, and the stakes have never been higher.He straps a holster around his chest, securing the pistol against his ribs, hidden beneath his jacket. His system buzzes faintly, a low hum in the back of his mind, but it offers no guidance. Not tonight. Even the system seems to understand that what he's walking into is a test not of skill, but of will.The plan is simple—on the surface. Selina will get him close to Nikolai Sokolov’s mansion under the guise of an invited guest. Once inside, they’ll locate the documents Vincent wants, and Jamie will handle the rest—neutralize Sokolov and ensure the blackmail mat
Jamie stands outside the rendezvous point, a dilapidated warehouse on the outskirts of the city. The streets are quiet, save for the occasional rustle of wind pushing through the cracks in the worn buildings. The moon casts a pale light over the scene, adding to the eerie stillness.He glances at his watch—twenty minutes early. Lyle always says arriving early gives you the upper hand, time to assess the environment and see who might be watching. But tonight, something feels different. Jamie’s system has been unusually quiet, no nudges or flashes of insight. It feels almost... dormant.His instincts, however, are wide awake.A flicker of movement catches his attention, and Jamie’s eyes shift toward a figure approaching from the shadows. Selina, as poised as ever, steps into the light, her dark clothes blending with the night. She moves with the grace of a cat, her expression calm but her eyes sharp, scanning the area with the same precision as Jamie.“Right on time,” she says, her voic
Jamie stands at the edge of the upscale hotel lobby, scanning the room for any sign of Selina. Lyle has given him the basics: Selina is dangerous but necessary. She holds the keys to getting inside Nikolai Sokolov’s mansion, but trusting her is out of the question.The soft hum of conversation mixes with the clinking of glasses as well-dressed patrons mingle around him. Jamie feels out of place, a predator hidden in plain sight. He checks his watch, tension coiling in his chest like a spring wound too tight. Lyle set this meeting up, and if Selina doesn’t show soon, Jamie will have to assume the worst—that she’s already decided to double-cross them before the job even starts.Just as the thought crosses his mind, the soft click of heels catches his attention. A woman in a sleek, dark red dress walks through the entrance, her eyes cutting through the room as if she owns it. She’s stunning, but there’s an edge to her that keeps Jamie alert. Her confidence isn’t just from beauty—it comes