(This chapter has nothing to do with the main plot at the moment so don't be confused). Date: August 2022.
Thousands of kilometers above the ground stood the figure of a being. It was as small as an atom and at the same time it was as big as the whole universe. He seemed to be made of countless colors as they changed all the time.
At that moment, the figure that resembled a human lowered his head a little, looking down to earth as if he could see everything.
Then, he said in a voice which sounded like billions of people were speaking at the same time. "Another one, huh. Just like he said."
After a few minutes he spoke again. "Then, let's begin."
With that said, he disappeared. Leaving behind nothing, as if he'd never been there in the first place. * Date:28 of February 2023.
In a train speeding past the countryside at a decent speed of one hundred kilometers per hour, in the driver's compartment the driver was whistling a happy and carefree tune as he was scrolling through his phone while sitting on a small chair.
He was a young man, probably the age of 25, having a cap on top of his head. He was wearing a thin black coat over his white shirt and dark blue necktie. His chestnut hair were slightly long and neatly combed back. His eyes, the color of green, were slightly shining under the dim light that was coming through the windscreen.
Suddenly a voice sounded through a portable radio transmitter on the desk right in front of him.
"Hey! George! What are you doing! You should have changed tracks already. You're going to crush with another train sooner or later. Stop the train and return to your original track."
After the man on the radio spoke, a brief silence ensued.
The eastern European man, with his slightly pale skin, had payed little to no mind to what the man was saying. He seemed to have no desire whatsoever to respond to the man on the other side of the radio.
The silence was broken within seconds by the man on the radio who shouted full of concern with his old, heavy voice.
"George!!! Are you there!!! Is everything okay?!!!"
The man sitting on the chair sighed, clearly irritated by the noise. At that moment, he took the radio from the desk and tightened his grip around it. Three seconds later cracks showed on the screen of the radio and across it's frame.
The radio broke under the pressure produced from his arm muscles, showing how strong he was to have broken such a metallic device. Countless metallic shards slipped through his gloved hand and fell to the floor, making a light sound as they fell.
Looking back at his phone he texted someone named Montgomery.
""I'm starting.""
Without waiting for an answer, he got up from his seat, put his phone in his pocket, put his glove again on his left palm and straightened his shirt.
He walked to the exit of the compartment, passing by a motionless arm on the ground which blocked the wardrobe on the right side of the door from closing.
He turned his head to the right and looked down as if he could see the head of the owner of the arm behind the wardrobe. His eyes were ice cold.
Suddenly, he smirked and a laugh slipped through his thin lips.
"Ha."
His laugh was an apathetic one, without a hint of anger or joy.
He then continued by saying in his young, emotionless voice.
"George... He seemed more like a John."
Continuing his way to the door, he proceeded to open it. Immediately the door swung open, making him take a step back. The wind was harsh and powerful, making one wonder how he managed to maintain his balance under such a situation.
Without sparing a single second, the man covered his eyes with his left arm while with the right one he tried to hold the outer handle of the door which was knocking violently on the wall.
After catching the handle, he made his way outside the door with slow steps while his body was lowered. The wind out there was even worse.
At that point, he closed the door from the outside and used it's handle to support himself. At the intersection between the driver's compartment and the cargo's compartment now stood a man with a tensed expression who was covering his eyes with his arm.
At that moment, he did the unthinkable. He jumped out of the train.
His coat flattered in the wind for a few seconds that felt like hours. Following that, the man fell to the ground.
He stood on the left side of the tracks, with his knees bent. He immediately straightened himself and turned around to face the train whose compartments were passing by rapidly.
In the distance another train could be seen approaching the transport train on a collision route. From the approaching train sounded something like a horn of a car but tremendously louder.
"Beeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!! Beeeeeeeeeeeep!!!!!"
The screeching noise reverberated throughout the vast plains, as if to warn the opposite driver.
But there was no one to stop the transport train. Inside the train's other compartments was no one, not even a single person,alive that is.
At that moment the man who was three meters away took out a small, foldable spear and assumed a throwing position. Immediately after the spear crackled with electricity.
The crackling continued getting more intense and at one point the electricity reached to the train. The man, now holding a spear crackling with powerful lightning, threw it at the last compartment of the train, right in the middle, with unimaginable force.
The spear passed right through the metallic wall and left through the other wall of the compartment.
Without wasting even a second to look if his spear went through the wall, the man fell down with his belly to the ground and covered his head.
Five seconds later, the sound of an explosion could be heard nearby. Shortly after a shock struck the man and all kinds rubbish, leaves, rocks and dust hit him on his arms.
A second later, another explosion sounded even further away, and then another one and a fourth one and so it went on.
After about twenty explosions, the man got up and saw a blazing train crushing a smaller one which caught immediately fire too. Both got derailed and crushed to the soil until they stopped a couple of meters away.
The man who had been looking at this spectacle, turned around and began walking to a large city that was visible in the distance.
Without bothering to search if there were any survivors or spectators, the man took out his phone and began texting his possible employer, Montgomery.
""I've finished""
A reply came almost immediately.
""Wow. Within two minutes you destroyed the train carrying the gunpowder? I'll have to confirm that with the agent on-site.""
After a minute, a text came again.
""The train's destruction has been confirmed. We owe you six million euros. Where do you want them sent?""
After thinking about it for a second the man replied slightly satisfied.
"" The bank account where you sent the deposit.""
""The transaction is complete. Check it out.""
After checking the money he got, the man replied.
""Happy to work with you.""
""Happy to work with you too, Saint Peter.""
Afterwards the man closed his phone and threw it in the bushes and trees somewhere on his left. The phone suddenly started blowing out smoke and a few sparks of electricity could be seen before it fell on the ground.
The man continued walking down the old road leading to the highway whilst the sound of a small explosion, much smaller than the ones earlier, sounded through the air.