Ian panted heavily as he locked himself into his apartment, knowing the FBI was only minutes away from catching him. The insanity of what he had done finally caught up to him.
Ian was always adventurous and determined, but he knew this was his last adventure, his holy sacrifice for world peace.
***
Ian had been stationed in the Pyeongtaek base, the USA's largest military base as a CIA representative. He was really unsure about being involved in an issue so big, albeit he was the candidate best suited for crucial missions like these, having proved his worth in the crisis in Iraq and Afghanistan.
The Pyeongtaek base was the most intimidating and unforgiving US military base there ever was.
What was done in Pyeongtaek could not be undone!
What was seen could not be unseen!
It was a nightmare characterized by hundreds of split-second decisions that decided the faith of the world.
What happened in Pyeongtaek never left the building. Being stationed in the base meant a lifetime of gore, violence and mentally unforgiving stress. It required commitment and determination unlike any other.
Ian was always determined for missions like these, but he just had a 'weird feeling' about this mission.
***
A few days in the base and he was exposed to some of the US government's most gruesome secrets. He was introduced to the war plans and all the impending devastation. Ian was scarred. He was physically hurt and mentally unstable as the secrets and the confidentiality were of far more strength than Ian's shoulders could ever overcome. It was too much, too much for him, too much for the world and too much for the people to digest.
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It wasn't an attempt to bring peace; it was one to destroy millions of innocent lives to establish world supremacy. This wasn't right. This wasn't justice. This wasn't independence. This was the apocalypse.
Ian couldn't just sit there, formulating further more plans, waiting to see the world kneel down for some mercy. He knew, this impulse in his heart knew, his guts knew, he had to do something. He had to save the world.
***
Ian had many transfer requests rejected, enough to let him know that there was no official way out of this hot mess he was in. He had to escape; he had to do it quick, before all the weight on his shoulders started taking its toll.
After much thought, he decided to take a plane out of Pyeongtaek. This would have consequences, which he knew. But he was just as willing and determined as frightened to take this decision. It was his only way out. He had a choice: Stay and Live an Awful Life or Save the World and have your body mutilated by the government.
He wasn't much of a thinker. Ian was certain he'd take the plane.
After a very planned escape, Ian had finally boarded the plane; his body sweating and his subconsciousness uncertain of whether the right decision had been made. But he believed and he knew, the moment he set foot back on an American soil, the FBI will be sanctioning charges on him and bracing themselves to give another traitor what he deserved.
***
"Sir! We need you to open the door and surrender." "Ian Barter, you have been sentenced to death in charges of betrayal and attempts to leak the secrets of the government." The FBI was knocking on Ian's door, on the verge of breaking in.
Ian locked his cell phone with a very highly encrypted code. This was the cell phone.
This was Ian's legacy, everything he had seen, heard and learnt from Pyeongtaek, all in one phone.
The door was starting to squeak, almost as if it was about to tear down any moment.
Ian hoped that his life meant something, his sacrifice could actually change the world; as he threw his phone out of the window and kissed a picture of his mom goodbye, just as the crew broke in, shooting blindly.
The cell phone crashed on the busy streets of Wall Street as Ian's body tumbled across the same window after a heavy shot to the chest. It was the end of Ian's story but the beginning to something greater.