As time passed, MC continued to learn the tools of the trade. It was a transformation of body and mind that took a helpless kid with a need for revenge and formed him into a sculpted machine of malice.

For the most part, GM was there to guide him. Especially in the beginning stages. After going on a few missions and continuing daily training. MC’s body was turned into a masterpiece on the level of a competitive athlete. Despite disagreeing with GM’s methods of training, the results couldn’t be argued with. His daily routine consisted of five hundred push ups and a ten kilometer run as a warm up. His stomach was home to chiseled abs and his arms, while not too bulky, were one hundred percent muscle. His diet was strict and consisted of a good mix of lean meats and vegetables.

Through thick and thin, GM was there to lead him through the trenches and out onto the other side until eventually, he was able to fend for himself. The two fought together through hellish scenarios and protected each other's lives more times than they could count. They had gotten to the point where they could almost predict the other’s movements and strategies through practiced exercises and critical missions despite GM’s never ending drunken stupor.

There was a fine line between life and death which MC painstakingly learned to traverse. The grueling battles he saw in those two years were nothing like what he’d ever seen in the news and media and he had the scars to prove it. His body was a canvas of deep wounds that had healed over time.

MC often thought how amazing it was that the true details always seemed to be left out of the news. The body counts dulled down to reduce public panic, the scenes of the crimes straightened out before being shown to the public eye. It was all a facade for within the clash of The Black Diamond and The Organization was a battle just as wicked as any that ever plagued the earth.

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Missions became second nature to him. All it took was a text and he was out the door. He infiltrated Black Diamond bases, recovered stolen supplies, fought head to head, and desecrated the enemy's numbers. After a while the missions all started to blend together. He learned to complete them with lethal precision and began to work up a reputation within the underground community.

Out of almost a hundred different teams, GM’s team began to be recognized as one of the more accomplished ones. After all, most members of The Organization didn’t last more than a few months before dying or getting out of the game, but even among the long-standing teams, MC’s accomplishments stacked up.

Gil began to entrust high stakes missions and confidential information to GM’s team. This was always a bother to MC, but he went along with it just as a means to an end. He knew that The Organization would supply information on Jin as soon as they had it. He needed their resources and connections to complete his revenge so he kept trudging along.

MC grew accustomed to a weapon that he referred to as the flash bang. It was shortened down from being called a flash bang grenade, which was the proper name. In those two years, he came to a harmony between offensive and defensive combat utilizing the power of the flash bang. He was able to disrupt the enemies defenses and create opportunities for quick and lethal attacks. In the age of modern weapons, breaking the enemy's defense meant a quick end for them. Guns and blades that made for instant death among those blinded by the fearsome flash bang.

Of course, this time took a toll on MC’s conscience. He had to weigh the complexities of life and death which was no easier task for him than the average person. His drive for revenge kept him going through the haze of good and evil. The line between right and wrong blurred from black and white until he only saw shades of gray. Every life taken, was a sacrifice to a greater good: a world without the devil, Jin, the darkest of evils. He was still out there pulling the strings from behind the curtains, MC was sure of it.