"Fuck this is high." I barely made it to the destination following the map Ordis made. Getting used to grabbing and teleporting across roof tops felt unnatural. The supernatural force dragging me their made my mind send goosebumps down my body trying to reason what was occurring.
"Alright we made it, now where's the money."
I took a couple of seconds to activate my dark vision seeing through the walls of the warehouse. Thankfully it was a fully upgraded version, I saw all the silhouettes of mafia members guarding the place. Normal guards from the look of things, even their routes came visible in a form of line showing their path. Until I saw a group of them in sort of a standoff situation, no more like in the middle of a deal. It was hard to tell but one side had money in a suitcase and the other bricks in there's, possibly cocaine. Then I saw the jackpot, in a room with two guards standing by gyms bags filled with cash laid there.
I was about to make my move when a thought crossed my mind, "I've never killed someone."
"Hmm processing... survival required... deciding path... solution found. Operator I've decided to throw in a freebie. I'll give you all the experience of Crovo from Dishonored and make your brain process murder as in a video game.. 1..."
"Wait that can have terrible consequences stop."
"2..."
"I'm not a killer, I'll just find a job at a pizza place."
"3..."
My head! What's that noise something is wrong so wrong about me. The mission first, need to... complete mission. The pain... must take down two opponents retrieve money, route for escape... no thats not what I'd doo... exit through open window quick teleport. Plan teleport to window for entry, instant second teleport from mid air to two guards...eliminate them, gather all the cash available for transport and teleport back.
When the plan finished designing drips of blood ran down my nose, "that can't be good."
"Mission first Norman."
"Right."
I moved my arm outward and grasped for the open window, naturally jumping to it and in a spilt second positioned myself for a take down. When my vision changed to the inside of the warehouse my knees were high and aligned for knee kick against two. My hand aimed for the two guards pulling me towards and with the force of the teleportation my knees cracked this head open as it smashed against the wall behind them.
"Oh fuck what did I..."
"Who's there? Tony, Michael?"
Right the mission, I kicked open the room and grabbed four gym bags, two in each shoulder filled with cash. With a bit of a struggle I teleported outside of the window and with the same finesse as before teleported to the rooftop in a spilt second.
I turned to the warehouse eyeing if they would follow when I saw movement. A woman's silhouette, she began shooting the few guards never missing. Her movement was incredible as she took down with ease the ones who came close in hand combat breaking their arms and neck. She left all but one, someone from the group were making a deal. Probably trying to get information but nows my que to leave after seeing the show.
Driven by instinct I teleported across New York until reaching my apartment when I stumbled upon a store down in the streets. Something caught my eye, in store selling knick-knacks I saw in their display behind their window, a bobblehead of Mr fantastic. It'll only take a second. Like an animal gone mad I teleported full force into the window grabbing the bobblehead and teleprting back to the roof tops resuming my journey.
I arrived back home climbing the stairs afraid I'd see someone. Relieved after entering my apartment I looked inside the two bedrooms seeing which one was free. The first one on the left had a duffle bag on it, my roommate no doubt. Now that I think of it thats the only sign of him being here, the whole place was barren of items. Heading to the other room on the right side I placed the bags on the floor and placed the bobblehead on the nightstand. Which was the only other furniture other than than the bed and a shitty couch.
I poked the bobblehead enjoying seeing Mr Fantastic bobble his head back and forth, "wait what the fuck am I doing I just killed a man."
"Two actually master enjoys playing with toys."
"No I don't you made me this way with that weird drawback and you made me a murder. I'm a murderer." I felt insane feeling my body act normal and not driving me into shock or at least an increase in heartbeat.
"Man up. I understand operator but it's in my program to keep you alive. You also gained twenty points for their deaths and 100 for the mission being successful hooray 👏 😀 "
"No, no, no this isn't real. I'm in hell I just need to sleep on it."
"Please do that'll finish the brainwash procedure and we can talk all about the point system tomorrow."
"Shut up your not real. This isn't happening. I'll wake up and be screamed at for not buying mom her beer and not having enough money for dad's gambling. "
I threw myself on the bed closing my eyes as not to see the system. It took ages but finally I fell asleep.
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"Fury come in."
"Natasha, I trust the mission went well?"
"Yes, thr objective gave me all the information on Starks whereabouts, a cave in Afghanistan."
"Good, but why the call? This could have gone in the mission report."
"Someone else was here sir. A minute before as their wasn't an uproar until I started it. Two guards dead, back of their heads cracked open against the wall. Four bags worth of cash taken."
"Hmm an expert then, smooth but no reason to worry if thats all."
"It's just a feeling sir, they way they were killed is as if something dropped up high with tremendous force. Yet theres nothing close they could jump off or throw at them from here."
"Then it must be something supernatural Natasha. These occasional mishaps are occurring more, hopefully not like the Hulk situation a while back. I'll call the professor see if one of his kids is running around unchecked. Return to the rendezvous, there's more worrying matters at hand."
Fury hanged up, "still this feels like someone on my level was capable of doing. I'll remember this in case I find them on the field again."