“Just now, former president Donald Trump had escaped the call of death just by an inch away.”
This news which successfully attracted the attention of millions of people across the various states also attracted a man. For many, it was like an explosion in the quiet dark night.
The man closed the book and grabbed the radio from the bedside table.
He switched several channels and confirmed the news after hearing the same content.
He calmly put back the radio and got out of the bed. Then, he headed to the living room while grabbing a cellphone on the way. He dialed a familiar number as he turned on the laptop.
“Hey, Mike. It’s me, Stan. Stan O’loris of the twelve vanguards.
Are you in a situation which we can talk freely right now?”
“Stan! Long time no see, man. I thought you died at some corners. Give me a minute, mate.”
The light from the laptop’s display screen reflected the man’s tall body full of muscle. At the moment, he was shirtless and only wearing a boxer shorts at the bottom.
With angular chin full of short beards, his mature face still looked handsome in the dim light.
As he turned around and headed to the kitchen, a big tattoo of sun emblem with beautiful and delicate decorations appeared. Strangely, it seemed to glow slightly in the dark stone chamber.
“Alright. It’s okay to talk now. Do you have something important to say?”
At the other side, a middle age man got into his van after leaving the construction site in a hurry.
It left his coworkers in surprise. Soon, they also decided to take a break and started gossiping because they had never seen their boss doing that way.
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The middle age man was Mike D’landro. He’s running a small construction company in New York.
He felt really surprised when he knew that it was Stan who called him.
Stan O’loris of the twelve vanguards was just a code name which only both of them know.
His real name would be Sven R. Smithson. Sven, he was a kind monster and a good ranger.
That was Sven in Mike’s knowledge. They served in army and used to hang out together years ago.
Later, Mike chose to get retired, went to college, got a wife, started a family, a business and settled down. On the other hand, Sven got into elite ranger unit and disappeared for years.
Since then, their contact was slowly cut off due to Sven’s increasing confidential works.
But of course, the memories and their brotherhood remained alive.
“Did you see the news, Mike? The political things are really not going good.”
Sven opened the beer can and said lazily. He moved his arms and relaxed his muscles.
“Yes and no. No, I’m giving you a call because I just wanna know if our brotherhood is still there and whether you’re doing fine or not. You’ve two boys? Yes, that’s nice.”
Sven said calmly and took a sip of beer. Then, he walked back to the living room with the beer.
He sat on the couch comfortably and started recounting about what he was doing over the years briefly while also inquiring about the latest news with the laptop.
At the end, Sven promised that he would visit Mike’s family when he had time and ended the call.
“Oh, fuck. Dude, you have killed me.”
Mike on the other hand looked at the watch in disbelief and cried out as he found out that nearly one hour had passed. Soon, he giggled and muttered, “Fortunately, I’m the boss.”
Although he wondered what his old friend was doing and what he had experienced during those missing years, he decided to not explore these things. He felt glad that Sven was still alive and okay.
When Mike went back into the construction site of a half finished townhouse, Sven was in a secret chamber which was full of religious atmosphere.
In the darkness, he stepped forward leisurely and lit up the candles dispelling the darkness.
The walls were full of delicately painted sun emblems and the scenes of angels with light wings.
In the middle of the room, there’s a vivid stone statue of a tall man with unclear face and a three dimensional spherical sun in his hands. He had broad shoulders. His streamlined and perfectly golden ratio body were covered in a simple loose robe.
Sven bowed devoutly towards the statue and sat down cross-legged on the cold stone floor.
Slowly, he fell into meditation in the quiet chamber. Candles slowly melted and light went out.
Hours passed. Despite of being in the cold environment, Sven’s body was hot like a heat stove.
In the darkness, the tattoo on his back was glowing with dim golden light like something magical.