You decide to take a risk. Be a hero. You get out of cover and, firing, you run towards where the enemies are taking cover. You stumble over a corpse, but instead of crashing into it you manage to spin on the ground, and your hands collide with the AK you were aiming for. You grab the gun, pull yourself up, and with your heart galloping, you unload the lead on the socialists. The gun screams.
Scream. You strike almost without aiming, and luck brings you down one, two, three, four green and red bastards.
A shot rings out and hits you in the shoulder. Two more come and hit you in the arm and abdomen, knocking you to the ground. The AK falls next to you. Your blurred vision is pinned to the ceiling. Is this how you will die...?
Your eyes blur...
Darkness.
Wake up in a well-lit white room. It takes you a minute to realize, from the equipment and the neatness of everything, that you are lying in a hospital bed. The machines alert to your recovery, and a man in a hat and trench coat invades your sanctuary.
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Recognize him, it's the agent you warned on the train. He walks up beside you, and speaks in such a friendly manner that it sounds like words spoken by a person hiding behind his back.
"You crossed the Rubicon and came back to tell the tale. Congratulations, my boy"
He extends his black leather gloved hand. You struggle, but manage to shake it. His grip is firm, or perhaps it is your weakened state that amplifies his touch. Catching your discomfort, he releases your stiff fingers.
"There were many brave passengers on that train. But you were the only one who managed to open your eyes, if you know what I mean"
Swallow. The agent lets out a dry chuckle that sounds sinister to your ears.
"A souvenir. When you have children, you can tell them the story"
He leaves on the table next to your bed a pistol whose red surface you recognize. It is the Trejo.
"Good job for the nation. Soon you will hear from us... Have a nice evening"
With a timbre ambiguous between flattery and threat, the agent leaves, giving way in turn to a girl you were slow to recognize without her auxiliary uniform. Melody gives you a honey-sweet smile.
"I told the nurses I was related to you so I could visit you, I hope you don't mind"
Her openness, her image, her everything is refreshing. More so coming from an encounter with death, and with Estrada's ghostly agent. You share a smile with Melody, feeling it's the beginning of a beautiful friendship.... And who knows? Maybe something deeper.
Final 5: National Security.