Bruce waited patiently as the rescue team untied his foot, lowering him down from where he had been suspended.
He stared into their faces, knowing that there would be allies, and probably, a mole within them.Somehow, Bruce realized that he was having two memories - he remembered his place and position as Bruce Wayne, coupled with his interaction and impact at the Goldfield Canopy; also, he remembered the feeling as Vito DiMarco."We thought you were dead," one of them exclaimed, to which Bruce simply nodded.He didn't recognize anyone from the team, nor did he know the details surrounding Agent Payne's demise. But he had a feeling that it wouldn't be long before he found out. Right now, all he knew was that he was Agent Payne, and he had been killed by someone who needed to be nabbed.Once his feet touched the ground, Bruce stood up and let out a sigh. He surveyed his surroundings and noticed an adjoining room with an open door."We need to check on you, sir. You have been missing for days, news is that you were killed…""By who?" Bruce asked. Here I am, talking to you. Am I dead?" Bruce asked and the team, including five men, exchanged confused looks.Curiosity piqued, Bruce made his way towards the adjoining open room while addressing the team. "I'm okay. Just give me some time, and I'll be back," he assured them. With those words, Bruce entered the room and locked the door behind him.Inside the room, Bruce found himself facing a solitary flusher. He wished there was a mirror present to look into his face. He knew quite well that he won't have this fiery eyes. At the realization that he might, he wished he had a softer expression on his face.Before being dragged into the tangled conundrum that would circle his new persona, he appreciated he was back as a detective, and not a mafia boss.Since there was no mirror, he closed his eyes and focused on creating stillness within his mind.As he expected, a mechanical crank resounded, followed by a faint whirling sound, as though a casino wheel is turned. Then, an expected beep echoed inside his head.Bruce's face broke into a smile, a mix of relief and anticipation. The beep signified that his connection to the information network had been successfully initiated. It meant that he could now access the knowledge and memories he needed. But there was still much to uncover, and Bruce knew he had to proceed with caution.Bruce stood in the dimly lit room, waiting for the mechanical voice, and absorbing the weight of his new identity as Agent Liam Payne.Suddenly, the same mechanical voice, devoid of emotional strings echoed in his mind, promising a torrent of memories and a dangerous mission that lay ahead. With a resolute nod, Bruce accepted his fate, knowing there was no turning back.SYSTEM: Hello, Bruce, welcome again to the 6-Tier System.Bruce nodded. It was expected, unlike the first time as Vito DiMarco where everything was strange. SYSTEM: You have satisfactorily completed the quest as Vito DiMarco and thus, you have activated the second tier of the system. Bruce, you have a chance and a shot at life again. To live as Bruce, you think, to feel as Bruce, but to act as Agent Liam Payne. Do you accept the terms?Bruce opened his eyes and lifted them as he stared at the ceiling. He knew he was dead but it was an opportunity to live as another. There was no other way, it wasn't an option. It was now an adventure that he'd take. "I accept," he declared.The whirling happened again and then there was a beep.SYSTEM: Tier 2 activated. The system announced, its voice merging with the whirl of thoughts in Bruce's head. At that moment, silence descended, and Bruce could feel the presence of Agent Payne seeping into his subconscious.As memories flooded his mind, Bruce's surroundings shifted, transporting him into the intricate web of Agent Payne's life. He found himself standing in a dimly lit alley, rain-soaked pavement reflecting the city lights. A sense of danger hung in the air, making his instincts kick into high gear.Out of the shadows emerged a group of individuals, their eyes filled with a mix of distrust and curiosity. Bruce recognized them as his allies, the New York Intelligent District agents.But deep down, he knew that not all was as it seemed. There was an underlying layer of secrecy, a clandestine connection to an organization known as CheckersUSA, an organization with discrete missions.In the web of events that unfolded in his head. He saw the scene, one that brought about his death.Liam Payne was sent to dig into one Angela Bois, a mafia boss, who is a woman. The mission was assigned to him by CheckersUSA.Bruce saw that Liam Payne was Checker's best, but he was sold to die and Angela Bois caught him in his disguise.As the rain intensified, the scene shifted once again, this time to a dimly lit safe house. The same place where he awoke. Bruce could sense the tension in the room, the heaviness of secrets and hidden agendas.His murderers gathered, Angela Bois and Anderson Cooper, the head of Checkers organisation, with three other goons. Their expressions were guarded yet united in their shared purpose.Anderson Cooper walked close and said to him, "You know too much, Agent Liam Payne."After he was hanged with his legs up in the air, he was injected with a death pill which stopped his heart in an instant.The system's words resurfaced in Bruce's mind, reminding him of his dual existence as Bruce Wayne and Agent Liam Payne. He felt the weight of responsibility settled upon his shoulders.SYSTEM: These are your enemies, Bruce. Your mission would be revealed soon. Good luck. The system's voice echoed once more, conveying both encouragement and a foreboding sense of the challenges ahead.Bruce, standing alone in the darkness, sighed and walked back towards the door, ready to embrace the complexities of his new life as Agent Liam Payne, who knew too much and was killed. Just like Bruce Wayne who he truly is.Bruce sat in the front seat of the van, his eyes were busy, staring at the trees as the van zoomed past the road. He felt the air as a new being, three minds entwined in his single being. For the first time, he had the time to imagine the concept of the 6-Tier system. He had aspirations, but he thought it was all over when he died as Bruce. Only to be reborn as Vito DiMarco. Also, in his death as Vito, all he could see was darkness. Only to be reborn as Agent Liam Payne. The reality that he was a mix of Bruce Wayne, Vito DiMarco, and Liam Payne brought about a concoction of fascination, something he marvelled at."I'm alive," he said to himself and smiled. He changed his gaze to the driver, junior Agent James Watson. As he looked at him, a flood of memories surged through his mind as if someone had triggered them intentionally.James was once a young boy whom Liam had found in the depths of the city's creeks. Homeless and battered. He had taken him under his wing, paying for his ed
In the luxurious ensuite hotel room where Bruce had taken temporary residence, he couldn't help but marvel at the opulent surroundings.He went close to the window and checked out the city which was illuminated by the collection of lights from all angles and he wished he had the time to savour all about his wealth. He had received calls of donations from many districts, all meant to take care of himself and this was an add-on to the amount he had on his credit card. He knew he was rich. As he surveyed the expensive decor, a bittersweet sigh escaped his lips. This was a life he could never truly have as Bruce Wayne, he could have it now, but he was burdened by the responsibilities and expectations that came with his new identity.Bruce's tired gaze shifted to the worn-out clothing he wore, remnants of a mission that had left him weary both physically and mentally. Slowly, he loosed his kits and became free from the malodorous scent of his. Hoping for a moment of respite, he longed t
Bruce, still groggy from his long night stood from his bed and wagged his head as he walked towards the restroom. It was his best night ever, having taken an indulgent meal and rested his body on the soft cushioned bed.After he was done, he made his way to the district alongside his dedicated team. As they passed through the gate and strolled down the corridors, Bruce was adorned with showers of grins, nods, and was welcomed. Finally, they arrived at the command room, a high-tech hub adorned with numerous screens displaying vital information and a sprawling electronic map.Upon entering the command room, Bruce was met with a rear, including warm smiles and nods from his fellow agents. But it was Anderson Crawford, the chief himself, who greeted him with a genuine smile and a hearty embrace. Crawford's hand patted Bruce on the back, a gesture of both congratulations and relief.After the embrace, Crawford stepped back, his eyes filled with admiration for Liam's team. "I can't believe
As the van sped back to the base, Bruce rested his head and wondered why on earth the base would be hit. He wondered if he was the reason that the base was attacked. Maybe if Liam Payne had stayed dead, many won't be dead by now. He slightly blamed his rebirth and there was an option; to end it all. in Bruce's mind, he knew there was a back door. "Take the van around, let's enter through the back door," he said and James swirled the car around.Bruce expected that there would be gunshots and cries, but it all seemed calm. In the dimly lit back alley, Bruce and James stepped out of their car. James had the chance to make ready his gun and he followed Bruce as they proceeded towards the door. Swiftly, they approached the back door, which stood ajar, a clear indication that someone had exited through it. The once bustling camp was now shrouded in an eerie silence.As they cautiously entered, the flickering fluorescent light cast ominous shadows on the walls. Gunshots had left their m
Two hours had passed since the inevitable, devastating, destruction of the base happened. Leaving Bruce in a state of disbelief and desperation. He tried the reach the chief and it was futile. He wondered if the rest of the team had been captured or were on their heels too. Bruce reached out to headquarters as his last resort, hoping for a glimmer of support or a plan to regroup, but all he received was silence on the other end of the line. A disconnection seemed to have happened and he knew not why. Frustration and confusion swirled within him as he questioned how the base could have been overrun with well-armed agents inside. "Could there be a mole?" Bruce said. The base should be able to hold. How were the attackers able to enter?""I had the same feeling, captain," James answered. There might be someone from the inside. The surveillance should have caught them. The alarm by the gate, the locks on the doors…" James sighed, depicting his confusion. Feeling neglected and bagging
Bruce and James drove their van into the Mane District, the heart of the notorious Mafia stronghold. As they entered, Bruce's gaze swept across the familiar surroundings, recalling the last picture he saw of this place.He remembered the fallen goons, the burning cars, the fallen pillars and the gashed gate; all had been fixed. This was proof to him that the gang was still holding, and that Arturo was doing the job he left for him. The guards stood at attention, their watchful eyes scanning the area for any signs of trouble. According to Bruce's orders, James steered the van to a halt, and the engine's rumble subsided into silence.He turned to James and Suzanne, who were beside him, their expressions a mix of anticipation and anxiety. James, in particular, wore a tense look on his face, his mind undoubtedly racing with questions about their audacious plan.Bruce understood the weight of their predicament, the danger that lurked within the walls of this Mafia stronghold. He knew that
"Tell me how to find Agent Liam Payne, and then you'll be freed," Angela Bois said.She was blond with long hair cascading down her shoulders and exuded an air of vigour as she stood in the dimly lit room. Dressed in sleek black leather pants and a jacket, she commanded attention with her confident presence and stood tall with a pistol in her hand. Her piercing blue eyes scanned the scene before her, taking in the captive figure of Chief Crawford, who was securely bound to a chair. A fresh cut on his forehead served as a reminder of the struggle that had taken place. From the cut seeped a stream of blood, settling around the collar of his shirt. To the right of the setting, stood the director of Checkers, Anderson Cooper, his sharp suit accentuating his authoritative demeanour. Behind his white-rimmed glasses, his eyes revealed a mix of concern and curiosity as he observed Angela's next move. Two men, representing the agents from the Checkers organization stood resolutely in their
Bruce, James, and Arturo meticulously devised their plan, trailing his former teammates Checkers. They followed the team till they were on leave and were to ease out their time in a hotel. With the historical knowledge in Bruce's head, recovered from Agents Payne's database, he knew how to strike and he knew that he had a history with the new leader of the team, who was once his friend. In their seventh hotel room, the trio gathered around a table covered with blueprints and surveillance photos, all garnered by skills from Bruce and James. Bruce pointed at the upper chambers of the hotel, outlining their target locations. "According to our intel, six of them are in the building and they'll be occupying six rooms up there," he said, his voice filled with determination. "We've booked the room right next to theirs, number seven."James leaned in, studying the blueprints intently. "We need to be strategic about this," he suggested, looking into their faces. "Each of us takes one of the
Shane Rossacks groaned as he slowly came to consciousness, his head pounding with a relentless ache.He cleaned a stream of blood from his nose and when he opened his eyes, he was met with the sight of a large, opulent bathroom surrounding him, the silvery fixtures and fittings gleaming in the dim light.As he sat up, he realized he was lying on the cold, marble floor, naked and vulnerable.Shane scrambled to his feet, his heart racing as he took in the sight of the luxurious bathroom. The walls were adorned with intricate golden patterns, the bathtub was a pristine white with delicate claw feet, and the mirror above the sink was framed with ornate carvings. The fittings were all of the highest quality, clearly imported goods from far-flung lands..“Where is this place?” he asked himself.As he surveyed his surroundings with a mix of confusion and awe, Shane's mind raced with questions. How had he ended up in this lavish bathroom? And more importantly, who was he?He stumbled over to
In the park, the course of discourse between the Mahoney brothers, Jameson the billionaire strolled alongside his trusted attorney, Sean, and Wilson, the present best attorney and a seasoned hunter respectively.Wilson also brought allies, allies who were a team of skilled hunters disguised as police officers to guard Jameson and Sean.Little did they know that their peaceful walk would soon be disrupted by the arrival of Will, Jameson's stepbrother.From shadows amidst the trees, Will emerged from the darkness with his pack of werewolves cleverly disguised as ordinary humans.They swiftly surrounded the team of Jameson, Sean, Wilson, and the ten hunters, forming a daunting barrier and folding their arms. "You're right, Sean," Wilson confirmed. "He is right," Wilson said and turned to Jameson as he whispered, "They are werewolves."With an air of tension thickening the atmosphere, Will delivered a stern warning to Jameson, demanding that he relinquish control of the park resort they
Sean sat at his desk, exhausted yet determined to see through his ordeals which the media had announced for him. He had seen his name in the news headline as the one topping and dealing with the bad guys of the city.He knew he had garnered enemies already among the ones he had death with, also, the other ones with big bad enterprises would surely be on the lookout for him, waiting for him to strike easily strike to take him out of the way.His recent victories in the courtroom had been sweet, bringing about his rise to the top spot and up on the chart, but not only did it benefit him, but it also added to the mounting dangers he would face.He reached for his phone and dialled Wilson's number, hoping his friend could offer some guidance and assistance."Ring, ring, ring..." The phone buzzed on the other end until Wilson finally answered. "Hey Sean, what's going on?" Wilson asked, concern lacing his voice."Wilson, I need to talk to you. It's urgent." Sean's tone was hushed, conveyi
In the esteemed courtroom of Johnson County, Attorney Sean stood firmly at the centre of attention, effortlessly exuding confidence and gravitas. This time around, he was the voice of justice, defending the rights of the common man against the oppressive actions of Mr. Drew Mclin, a wealthy and powerful industrialist accused of exploiting and extorting his workers. The memories of the court case as well as his impart in the past hearings had all returned to him and he could remember all, including the bribe that was offered to him so as to drop the charges against the billionaire.The court was abuzz with anticipation as Sean meticulously laid out the evidence against the billionaire with the utmost precision. With each document presented, he painted a vivid picture of the injustices committed by Mr. Mclin and his empire. Sean's voice boomed through the grand chamber, echoing off the ornately decorated walls."Ladies and gentlemen of the court," Sean declared, "Today we unmask the t
After Sean realized that he and Jameson were onto supernatural forces of the werewolves and pack, he returned to the hunters' stronghold of hunters to meet his friend, Wilson and tell him how he had been weary from his recent endeavours and also ask for help. As he approached, he was greeted by the familiar sight of Wilson, his trusted friend and hunter. It had been weeks since they had last seen each other. Just a day after Sean picked up the new role and identity and they were eager to catch up."Wilson!" Sean called out, a smile spreading across his face. "It's good to see you again."Wilson turned around, a wide grin matching Sean's. "Sean! You always manage to find your way back to us. How has your journey been?"Sean exhaled deeply, grateful for the opportunity to share his experiences. "It's been quite the adventure, my friend. I've faced numerous challenges and encountered entities that tested my resolve. But I wouldn't trade it for anything."Wilson's eyes shifted towards a
In the tense courtroom, the air crackled with anticipation as barrister Sean prepared to defend his client against the heinous accusations of kidnapping and drug trafficking.The defendant, Don Razor, a mafia boss was rumoured to be a vicious criminal with a dangerous past, having attempted to take Sean's life on a previous occasion. Undeterred by this threat, Sean steeled himself for the challenging trial ahead. With the installation of Sean's mind and ability, he was reminded of the case and how far he had gone on it. He also knew that the case was dangerous and that it involved a mafia boss, but there was no going back. As the proceedings commenced, the prosecution presented their case with fervour, painting a grim picture of a ruthless criminal empire ruled by Don Razor.They spoke of kidnapped children forcibly involved in the drug trade, a dark world that no child should ever witness, let alone participate in. The jury listened with rapt attention, their eyes wide with disbeli
As Sean and Jameson arrived at the park that Jameson wanted to show him, Sean realized that the park was something worth fighting for as it went as far as his eyes could see. He turned to face Jameson, "This is great," he said. Jameson together with Sean was accompanied by five law agents who were given the duty to defend Jameson and Sean at all cost expressed his lack of trust in his brother, fearing a potential attack. "Thank you for being my attorney in this deadly case," Jameson said with gratitude, acknowledging Sean's commitment. Sean nodded, understanding the seriousness of the situation they were about to embark on.Walking side by side, guarded by the five security agents, Jameson spoke passionately about his contributions to the community. He believed these efforts would shed a positive light on his character and ultimately bolster his case. Their conversation unfolded as they strolled through the park."The community means a great deal to me," Jameson began, his voice fill
Sean entered his house after meeting with Jameson Mahoney. His head and heart were heavy with worry.His adopted son, Ethan, was sitting on the couch, engrossed in a book. The little boy glanced up and his face immediately lit up with relief at the sight of his father. Sean felt a pang of guilt for having kept him waiting and wondered how Ethan had been coping all this time."Hey, buddy," Sean said, trying to infuse a sense of cheer into his voice. "Sorry, I'm late. Got caught up with something. Did you have a good day?"Ethan nodded, smiling shyly. "Yeah, it was okay. I missed you though." His words were soft, but the longing was evident. "Why is dirt on your clothes?" the little boy asked and pointed to the stained parts of the suit."I ran into some dirty thugs and they stained me. That's it," Sean answered.Sean's heart melted as he pulled Ethan into a tight hug. "I missed you too, buddy. I promise I'll try not to be late again. Let's do something fun tonight, okay?"Ethan's eyes
Shawn blinked his eyes, trying to adjust to the dimly lit surroundings of the deep and cold forest floor.His head felt heavy, and as he reached up to touch it, his fingertips brushed against a plastic covering.Panic surged through him as he became unable to breathe and quickly realized a polythene bag was wrapped tightly around his head, obstructing his ability to breathe. With a rush of adrenaline, he ripped the nylon off and gasped for air, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.As he glanced around, confusion etched itself onto his face. Why was he here on the floor of the forest, dressed in a suit, all alone and with a polythene bag around his head? His mind offered answers, he must have died; he must have been killed on the spot and his body had been left to rot.And whose ID card was this? Shawn asked himself and he inspected the card in his hands and discovered that his name was no longer Shawn but Sean Mahoney, an attorney. A wave of disbelief washed over him as he grappled w