Fedor's POV
How would someone describe me? A solemn man at twenty-nine years of age with tall stature at 6ft 3 Inches with dark brown hair, average jawline and a crooked nose with feral looking amber eyes.
I’ve been a bit down on my luck lately; I finished my service in the British Military two months earlier as a Royal Marine by being honourably discharged due to my left arm being blown off.
I haven’t been able to find a stable job with my missing arm and I have no family members that are alive that I can go to for help, I have no friends to go to either since they’re all still on active service.
I mean of course I have no problems with housing since the government provide housing for wounded ex-soldiers if they need that and a monthly sum of money to buy the bare necessities like food and drink if they need it again.
I need both of course and I’d be earning much more if I could get a stable job which I can’t, almost every potential employer is too worried that I might have mental problems like PTSD and would be too dangerous to my colleagues.
Not to mention most people will not hire someone who only has one arm when they could hire someone else who has both arms meaning they can do twice the amount of work I can do.
It’s frustrating and annoying, I mean unlike quite a few wounded ex-soldiers I came out mentally healthy, I wasn’t really bothered by the fact I lost my left arm besides the fact that it hurt. A lot.
I mean I couldn’t use an assault rifle again nor any other weapons besides a sidearm – which would still be difficult due to not having two hands to steady my aim after every shot – In fact I was thinking about all the pluses of losing my arm.
Such as respect for serving my country, having to stay in hospital for a while doing nothing while I recover and hoping that the expression “Ladies love scars” is true because if so, at least I’ll have one big scar to show off.
That was what I thought but so far no ladies have payed any interest towards me which is unfortunate for me since I’m very lonely, but no more telling you about my problems and hoping you feel sorry for me.
Last week I received a letter, which was strange since it’s rare any one at all sends letter’s now a day’s because It’s all emails galore but what’s even more strange is what was in the Letter and who it was from…
Dear Mr Fedor Kurenov,
We hate to inform you but you father, Mr Vladimir Druman, has passed away unfortunately on Tuesday 22nd October 2043, we know that you have had no contact with your father within your life so this letter is a mere formality.
However, as your fathers’ only surviving relation all of his worldly possessions now belong to you, should you wish to take ownership of them.
If you’d like to know what you would be taking possession of then it will be stated in his Will that shall be read by his personal lawyer at his former residence, If you would like to attend the Will reading then sign at the bottom of this letter, seal the letter and then post it to the return address written on the envelope.
If you do not wish to attend the Will reading then simply do not return the letter at all, if you do decide to attend and you have sent the letter back then in the following days expect a Mrs Lili, Your Fathers former driver, to pick you up to take you to the Will Reading.
Yours Sincerely, Andrew Innings, the Druman Family Lawyer.
Sent 23rd October 2043s
Why was that letters contents and sender strange you ask? Because I never knew my father and from what mum always said he was dead, whenever I asked her she’d never let a word slip about who he was or what he did, the only thing I know about him is that I got my Amber eyes from him.
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Mum herself died when I was 13 years’ old and my childhood itself was rough since I had no family members alive, so you can see why it’s strange getting letters from supposedly dead people.
I decided to go to the Will reading, definitely not because I’m after free stuff well… Okay, that’s one of two reasons and the other is that I’m genuinely curious about my father and this is a big chance to garner information on the fellow, so I simply signed the letter, put it back into its envelope, sealed it and then posted it at the local post office.
Days later, on Monday 28th October 2043 only 3 days after I received the letter, there was a knock on the door of my house, I quickly assumed it was the Government coming to kick me out or it was Mrs Lili.
I would say it was the latter but there was a high chance of the former, when I opened the door I wasn’t too sure which one it was because there was a fellow in a fancy suit on the doorstep that must’ve been at least 6ft 10 Inches.
Behind him parked by the pavement was a fancy looking car with tinted windows that was either new or well looked after, he looked very serious and… How do I say? Like a government agent.
“Can I help you?” I directed at the tall fellow with blonde hair and a face that all ladies would love. “You are Mr Kurenov correct?” With a straight face he replied to me in strongly accented English, he had what sounded like a Russian accent or eastern European one.
“Yes that’s me.” My only remaining arm ready to slam the door shut, if they want to evict me they’ll have a struggle from me at least! “We have come to take you to the Will reading, Mrs Lili is in the car already.”
Well, at least I won’t have to fight because I don’t think I’d last very long against this fellow with just my one arm “Okay, just let me get the house keys and lock up.” I said quickly turning back into my house to rummage around for my keys leaving the door open while I do this.
Eventually I do find my keys which after picking them up and awkwardly redressing in more formal clothing – a nice pair of formal trousers along with a formal white button up shirt and a black and yellow striped tie – I retraced my steps to the door to find the big fellow standing by the car leaning against it and whistling to himself.
I stepped outside, shut the door and locked it, once I completed those 3 actions I started towards the car, the big fellow opened the door to the back seats for me and closed it after I got in, he then came around to the other side of the car and got in beside me.
After he got in the car started up and started on the journey to wherever the Family manor is, there was a divider between the back seats and the front seats that was tinted as well; I never actually got to see who Mrs Lili was because of the tinted windows.
It was only around this time that I started to wonder who exactly my Father was, I didn’t recognise the name but he was definitely very rich, he has big tough men working for him, his own personal driver and even a personal lawyer.
This just got me thinking about what I’d get from his Will since I’m his only surviving relative, something like 10 minutes later while thinking of untold riches, the big fellow place his finger on an earpiece that I didn’t notice before and starts talking in a guttural sounding language that sounds slightly similar to a Slavic one.
It’s a language I don’t recognise though and I’m linguistic enough to be able to differentiate between the few Slavic languages which is strange.
After a minute of talking the big fellow leans over and knocks on the tinted divider and speaks presumably to the driver in the same guttural language, he then turns to me after he’s finished speaking “There have been complications, we will not be going to the Manor, we will instead meet up with Mr Innings close by.” I just nod.
Something like ten minutes later we pull up by a strange looking dirt airfield that I had no idea was nearby, on the airfield is what seems like a small air control tower and a small hanger, did I mention that the place is fenced off, and the gate we’re heading to has armed guards by a large guard tower? In uniforms of what looks like a private Security Company, with sleek black assault rifles and a black sidearm of unfamiliar design.
They seem constantly alert although they pay no attention to our car, so I guess that they were alerted ahead of time of our arrival, as the car comes close to the gate the guards – five of them in total – open the gate for us and run around the back of the guard house.
As we pass through the gate I see that they’ve gotten into a vehicle of their own and have started to follow our own vehicle which is headed towards the hanger by the looks of it, as we approach the hanger doors slowly open and when we get close enough I can see more armed guards pushing them open.
Within the hanger I see an impressive looking craft which I’m pretty sure can go into space, not only that it looks far more advanced than what humanity should have right now.
Unrecognisable Language, unrecognisable weapons that look futuristic and a futuristic looking spacecraft… Either I’ve been tricked and am being kidnapped by aliens, which I have no idea why they’d choose me or it’s another government conspiracy!
So as I’m about to turn to the big fellow sitting next to me to ask what’s going on and what they want with me when I feel a sharp sting in the side of my neck, -the side that said big fellow is on- then I fall into unconsciousness wondering what in god’s name I’ve gotten myself into…
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Steven's POV -
“I hope we have the right person Lili.” I Asked as I stepped out of the back of the primitive car, dragging out with me the unconscious form of Mr Kurenov. “Do not fear Steven, I’m sure he’s related to Druman we just need a quick DNA scan to double check.”
The Android replied back to me as she got out of the driver’s seat. “Well hurry up then, I think this countries government is on to us. I want to get out of here fast.” I placed Fedor down onto a stretcher that two of my men brought over for me.
“I shall proceed with the procedure.” Lili’s arm morphed into a medical scanner as she walked over to Fedor’s unconscious form, once it finished morphing via Nanites she had reached him, she then proceeded to scan him.
After almost a minute the scanner beeped and the screen turned green, “Indeed, his relation to the Grand Duke is unquestionable.” I sighed in relief. “Quick load him up on the shuttle then let’s get out of here!” I shouted at my men. It’s time to leave I thought, finally.