A day has passed by since I've last seen Jonathan.
"Two more days. Two more days and I will disappear from the system." I said to myself.
"Haaa..." I sighed.
I stared out into the distance out of the private room's window.
The hospital is located in the middle of the downtown district so the moment you look out the
window your sight will be filled with tall and bight buildings.
As I was pondering on stuff I heard someone knocking on the door.
Strange, isn't visiting hours over? Well, it could be the hospital staff as well but it doesn't hurt to be cautious.
I looked around for something that I could use as an impromptu weapon and my eyes fell on the pen I've used to signed the non-disclosure forms.
I grabbed it and hid it behind my back.
I slowly walked to the door and opened it hiding the pen behind my back as I do so.
"Are you Ryan Tay?" A big burly man dressed in a black hoodie and jeans asked.
"Who's asking?" I looked up at the man.
The hoodie covered his face well but I still could see some features on his face due to the bright lighting emitting from my room.
He has a hair cut which screams "military", a hardened face which you can see on war veterans and cold piercing blue eyes that can kill a grown man just by staring at them and also conveys the message that he has seen some shit that could scar a normal man for life.
The moment I answered his question he reached behind his back and pulled out a syringe filled with a clear liquid with his right arm.
Before he could fully extend out his right arm to stab me with the syringe I tackled him and tried to drive him against a wall and stab him with the pen at the same time but he barely moved an inch and raised his right arm ready to strike down with his syringe.
Seeing the movement I released my grip on him and stepped back into the room but I was too slow in releasing my grip and could feel the needle plunge into my neck and a cold liquid seeping into my neck.
The liquid could be a form of anaesthesia as I could slowly feel my conciousness fade away.
It didn't take long for the anaesthesia to work as darkness soon envelope my vision.
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This time I woke up in a steel cabin and not in a luxurious private room in a private hospital.
I took in my surroundings. And realised that I'm on a ship of some sort.
The room is not so spacious probably around 2 meters x 1.5 meters. A steel locker is just beside the bunk beds. A desk beside the watertight door. A port hole emitting light could be seen at the foot of the bed.
The bed or should I say bunk that I'm on is military style. The bunk bed on top of mine has its olive green blanket tucked in and folded sharply without any creases.
I got out of the bunk bed still dressed in my hospital gown and checked out the locker. If this organisation is some sort of rival organisation of Jonathan's I might as well have a weapon handy.
When I opened the locker I found clothings packed into a vacuum sealed package and a pair of
boots at the bottom of the locker. I tore the package open and took out the clothings.
What was inside the package was a dri-fit black T-shirt, a pair of black pants and two pairs of green socks.
I immediately ripped off my hospital gown and changed into the dri-fit black shirt, black pants, green socks and boots. Surprisingly they fit me like a second skin.
Having changed into my new set of clothing I looked out the port hole.
What I saw surprised me. Outside is an oil rig with a series of bridges connecting the oil rig to other struts. (Imagine something like motherbase from MGS V)
As I was marvelling at the sight a helicopter flew past the port hole causing the room to rattle a bit.
While I was staring outside the port hole I could hear the watertight door open up.
A man dressed in a black dri-fit T-shirt, black pants and black boots walked inside.
What's up with this organisation? They are all dressed in black.
"I see that you are awake and that you've changed into your clothes. Follow me, Jonathan would like to see you now." The man gestured for me to follow him.
So that big guy was one of Jonathan's man?
"I see, so Jonathan works here?" I asked the man as I followed him.
"Works here? You are kidding me! He doesn't work here, he is in charge of "here"!" The man replied enthusiastically.
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"Ah okay. What do you think of him? As a leader of this organisation."
"Hmm... If I were to describe to him with one word it would be "Charismatic" There's this vibe about
him that makes you want to follow him to hell and back."
Thinking about that I think I could feel that same kind of vibe coming out of him back when he was talking to me back at the hospital.
"what's your name anyways?"
"You can call me Eagle for now. "
We then continued to chat about various subjects and before we even knew it I was standing in front of Jonathan's office.
While talking with Eagle he told me that the base is separated into six different parts. Logistics, Command, Residential, Resource/Medical, Intelligence and Aviation.
The oil rig that I was on earlier was the residential area where you can find the Gym, shooting range, arcade, cafeteria and bunks.
The base is arranged in a pentagon shape with the command oil rig right in the centre.
Okay back to the present. Eagle and I are now currently outside the door leading to Jonathan's office.
Eagle knocked on the door twice and then opened it without waiting for a reply.
Eagle stepped into the room, snapped into attention and sharply saluted Jonathan.
Jonathan returned the salute back while seated.
With the salute returned Eagle turned back and gestured for me to enter the room which I did and for Eagle to leave Jonathan and I alone.
The room is bare bones other than an oak wood table filled with important looking documents, a table lamp on the desk, a filing cabinet and a ceiling fan swinging lazily above Jonathan.
"How are you feeling Ryan? I must apologize for the method of bringing you here."
"Other than a pounding headache from the anaesthetic, I'm fine thank you."
Jonathan cracked a smile smile at my reply and reached down under the table and produced a bottle of whiskey and a shot glass.
"I'm sure you have some questions about the organisation and I assure you that I will be clearing them out one by one with you now." He said while pouring himself a shot of whiskey.
"First things first. This fine organisation of mine is called "the United Nations Department of Paranormal Investigation" or also known as D.O.P.I."
"So.... D.O.P.I. is actually a part of the united nations?"
"Yes, we are Ryan the security council knows of our existence and the president of the UN as well."
Well, that explains their political power.
"Now, on to the enemies that we face. The rifters. They are otherworldly entities that come to our world from rifts that tear through space hence their name. Rifts are formed via large concentrations of a 'magical' substance called Ether. Cults that worship rifters as gods and demons will often use this method to summon them. Based on information that we've gotten out of them is that their world is called "the realm of demons." So it's safe to say that we are fighting against demons."
Well, looks like I've turned from a normal to student to a demon slayer I guess.
"We also know that there are multiple worlds beside ours. So far we've only discovered nine. And from information that we've gathered from friendly rifters - yes, there are friendly rifters- that our world is the only one that is technologically advanced. The nine other worlds'technology and society are at the medieval era but they make up for that lack of technological advances with magic. Yes, I've just said magic. And this comes to the end of your briefing you will learn more after you finish training. Any question you might want to ask before you head out for training?"
"Yea, I have one. Have we found a way to travel between worlds yet?"
"No, not yet but we are researching of ways to cross between worlds. Any other questions? No? Then good luck with training Ryan you will need it."
"Huh?"
I was puzzled by his words as he spoke them as if I will go to training straight away.
As I was stunned by his words a bag covered my face and I felt something like a baseball bat hit me at the back of my head effectively knocking me out.
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A/N: I'm not really a fan of long winded descriptions so you will find that my style is more getting straight to the point. That being said I hope that you enjoyed this chapter and have a nice day/evening/night.