Matheus rubbed his eyes and let out a deep yawn as he stumbled toward the door to let in the morning light.As he bent down to pick up his newspaper, he noticed a white envelope lying on the floor. Curiosity piqued, he picked it up and examined the front- it was addressed to him, with the bold letters but without the logo of the agency. It was informal. Heart racing, Matheus ripped it open and began to read."Matheus,I hope you're doing well. I am reaching out to you in a time of need, as I find myself in a difficult situation. Our agency recently sent me on a mission to attack a group of goons who were holding a container in the port. However, upon investigation, I learned that this was not a goon gathering, but a stronghold of terrorists. I fear I cannot survive this mission alone.That's why I'm asking for your help. I need you to come to my location and provide backup. I've included my address in this letter- I hope to see you soon, and I hoped that you would help. Sincerely,H
Matheus cleaned his clothes and drove back to the Refuge agency, his frustration palpable as he made his way to his room.The weight of the day's events hung heavy on his shoulders, driving his every thought. Without delay, he entered the room and headed straight for the shower, hoping that the warm water would wash away not just the grime of the day, but also the growing anger within him.As the water cascaded over his body, Matheus found that the water wasn't working. He replayed the events that had led him to this moment.The loss of Agent Harris was not just a tragic event but also a catalyst for the realization that something sinister was at play within the agency's board.His mind was filled with doubts and questions, and the only solace he found was in knowing that his instincts had not failed him.Moments later, a deafening alarm pierced through the air from the soundtem in each room and the corridor, signalling that all agents were required to gather at the central circle for
Matheus had found pleasure in stepping out at leisure to clubs and downtown to ease his mind and he prepared for the trip again. To avoid being noticed, he would enter into a new club each night and never and in there, he sat. After he made an order, a man walked close and sat at his table, the hat on his head offered coverage to his face and when he removed the hat, Matheus could see who he was. The memories of their past encounters, locations where they had met and the things that they had said to each other rushed through his mind, leaving him with a mix of emotions - apprehension, curiosity, and a hint of relief. It was Wilson, the hunter who had been relentlessly pursuing him and had succeeded in killing him in the past. Matheus knew he had to tread carefully."So, Matheus, I killed you," Wilson stated matter-of-factly, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "I still have the stake that I used the other time. I can do it again."Matheus offered a slight smile, ma
The briefing room was abuzz with anticipation as Mathues waited for his meeting with the commander who would give him the remaining Intel on the mission he was about to take on.The mission at hand was crucial, involving the rescue of hostages held captive by a notorious terrorist gang on the outskirts of the city, and instigating the respect that they so deserve from the government. Matheus had meticulously studied the file he was given, delving into every piece of information about the gang's leader, revealing a pattern of meticulous planning and ruthlessness. As he prepared himself mentally, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.Finally, the door swung open, and Commander Evans entered the room. His stern gaze acknowledged Mathues, who stood up immediately, ready to discuss the mission."Matheus, I trust you've done your homework," the commander began, his eyes narrowing slightly as he examined Mathues' demeanour."Yes, sir," Matheus replied confidently.
Matheus parked his car outside the night bar, the address that Wilson had given him. As he walked in, he scanned the dimly lit room, finally spotting his friend at a table tucked away in the corner. A smile crept across his face as he approached Wilson."Long time no see, my friend," Mathues said, pulling out the chair opposite Wilson and sitting down. "I've got a mission in the coming weeks and I might be away for a while. Who knows, I could use your skills."Wilson looked up from his drink, a glint of curiosity in his eyes as he studied Mathues. "A mission, huh? What kind?"Matheus leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "There's a terrorist camp not too far from here. They've taken hostages, and it's up to me to infiltrate and save them. But I can't do it alone. I need someone I can trust by my side."A chuckle escaped Wilson's lips, almost mocking in its tone. "Oh Mathues, my vampire friend, always in need of a little extra help, aren't you?"Matheus sighed, rolling
In a lavishly furnished office, the atmosphere was tense as the Chairman of the Refuge agency and board head Mr. Cole convened an impromptu meeting with the heads of the Refuge agency. Among the attendees were the welfare minister, a woman of intellect and influence, and three distinguished gentlemen who held powerful positions within the agency.As they settled into their seats, a sense of intrigue filled the room. It was clear that this meeting held great importance. Mr. Cole, a man of authority and charisma, wasted no time in getting straight to the point and introduced them to the course of discourse. "Agent Matheus must die," he declared with an air of urgency, stunning everyone present. Confusion and disbelief spread across the faces of his esteemed colleagues as they turned to look at him, searching for an explanation.The welfare minister, known for her strong stance on justice, was the first to voice her bewilderment. "Chairman Cole, may I ask for the reasoning behind such
The heavy wooden door creaked open as Wilson stepped inside the hunter stronghold. He was greeted by a group of wary hunters who immediately fixated their gaze on him.It had been long since he showed up in the stronghold and they were feeling a mix of emotion.The second in command in the hunter hierarchy stepped forward, his voice filled with caution, "State your business here, stranger. What brings you to our stronghold seeking assistance?"Wilson's steady gaze met the leader's as he replied, "I come seeking aid. I have a friend, a vampire, who is in desperate need of help."The hunters exchanged sceptical glances, their suspicion evident. The leader crossed his arms, his tone laced with scepticism, "Why should we help you? Vampires are our sworn enemies and you know this. I am sure you know what your answer would be."Wilson took a deep breath, understanding the challenge he faced. "This vampire, he wasn't always one of them. He was turned against his will and has become a pawn in
In the local settlement where Matheus's mission was to be held, he cautiously stepped out of the rustic hut that was assigned to him. The disguise of a local inhabitant was a measure to conceal his true identity as an agent of the Refuge organization.At the moment, he had quit being a loyal agent and still, the tension that surrounded him as he embarked on this dangerous mission to free hostages was dawning.As he made his way through the dimly lit streets, he felt the weight of his purpose upon his shoulders.In the distance, Matheus spotted a figure standing under the flickering light of a nearby lantern. This was the lead that the agency had directed him to meet. Nervously approaching, Matheus made eye contact with the man, attempting to gauge his trustworthiness.The lead locked eyes with Matheus, his expression cautious yet calculating. "You must be Matheus," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of suspicion. "I have the information you seek, but it won't come for free."Th