Portal was opened on earth, it happened very rapidly that of snake oil, False hopes of future revelation, though as many skeptics lie around the world leaders, they’re eyes found that it was neither horror nor paradise. That world was theirs to take. Though as time comes, the first man who takes a foot, where to die first, this world shackles and destroys the body physically, but those who can survive that outcome will soon be allowed in this world, this is called Plankton effect or elders aura, those who lived granted that of core foundation of this world logic, and that logic is far beyond what human are capability such.

  But as time entails, at the end, it doesn’t matter, or so it goes, man dying on the battlefield, or notice from the family was just a fabricated lie of the mass, as how many have died in the expedition was not revealed to anyone, nor anyone whom participate in the expedition. Those who're in the front of it all, are burdened by the future of humanity. Souls who wish for a second chance, fight on. Fight where the wind blows, push on, your soul is worth less than gravel, make the path to the outreach ends, as time will tell your fate.

  I will see you later.

  Strolling through the hallways, where armed men are around, why such lengths, as I was placed in a room, where all light flickers on medical examinations?

  Cold and sweats, remind me of the jail room of one hell, flickering light that buzzes all around, with the fan blowing from warm days to cold nights with no end. A safe space for me all for myself, all to me, that was it, nothing to bother, nothing to come, just waiting for my sentence of eternity, as that’s the conviction of a crime against a person like mined. But all the last time I saw that clouded trenches, all the body of the lost soul filled apart, those eyes, his eyes were similar to that. Things. Now, it is nothing but darkness lullaby.

  A individual sitting on a bench in a facility where lying in front of him is a heavily armoured transport helicopter, worn a trenches jacked as his face of unshaven and lacking that of souls not smiling nor angry, his eyes were beauty of abyss and he looked tired as all-time with dark skin under the eyes. A buzz was felt on the waist, rummaging through the pockets and a phone in a navy blue case rang, placing the phone to the ears. “How’s the result of 004?” He questions with a stark, rough throat.

  A voice of a man who speaks via mobile "When 004 entered the portal, the planktonic effects were very minimal upon contact with the mages, it seemed like one of those individuals.”

  Flickering his eyelid, with him breathing slightly, as he who is on the other side could hear. “Be straight, straight to the point.” with second intervals “Well, uh, he doesn’t have any source or affinity towards the founder's aura at all, his eyes were also not affected or changed as this is the 127th one we’ve recruited with this problem; as the command already noted, his designation on the scale is. Charlie, I can’t do anything about it. Sorry, for you to hear it.”

  A calm sigh was noted as the wind blasted into his surroundings.

  “Yeah, thanks; I’ll keep an eye out for him. Good luck.”

  The stars, it’s so bright, the sun, looking at the sun, where, how am I?

  My mouth felt extremely dry, it hurt, but the mind scrambles as pain strikes the nerves around it, causing the headache that occurs? Nothing comes to mind as to what is happening. I don't feel so good anymore, I don’t know what they did to me, I’m scared.

  A soldier called in the radio across its body armour; it was speaking in a foreign language that sings strange French of sorts; it sounded mumbled by the gas mask the person wears but sounded feminine.

  The talking of the strange mixed French stops, ending with a nod, before the radio closes in lines with a buzzing end, the person looks into your eyes; all you can see is just a Goggle that stares black or abyss, empty to glimpse. The person unholsters the M4 rifles, looks at you and then speaks in English with a clear and perfect tone of relief.

  What’s beside him, a soul, catering to him, even with the armour, as it looks menacing, the movement, the touch, gentle even with the course glove the kevlars who’s woven to extreme perfection, the first felt of gentleness that he have woken up as not usually felt from his jail cell, all the guards

  skin that rugged made for tough disciplines, he can’t felt that nor see it, whoever is behind this mask.

  "You are ready; you might get a headache, but everything else seems clear to go, you are Lite, right?” Sounding that of relief, as both taking a sigh to one another, Ill man who’s looking onto the soldier, shackled by his pain, though one beside him seems to examine with him as well the tone of the voice, whoever beside him felt like an old friend.

  Trying to spark a sound that was inherited was near impossible for a second, his face still emotionless, with the headache passing away slowly. With it, she shifted her head to the wooden roof which and as seconds passed, looking back at you, still holding the rifle beside her, forgetting those black goggles, she let out her answers.

  “ Well. If you have some headache and pain, that is fine; that always happens in these corner parks. Anyways, you’re now part of the Colonial 7, 14th Airborne Regiment, 6th Division” She plays it with an informal demeanour and a warmer tone, whoever this person is, It’s seems as if we are well know friend, though I doubt I know anyone left, that childlike meaning is gone, I don’t mind the Idea that I have to work for another country, expedition or being a contractor.

  The feeling of headache happens once more slowly. I can’t speak, my throat felt as if there’s a hose that is stuck on my vocal cord, I feel like gagging every second and yet I feel like I feel better than that caged I was in, I felt good and bad on both side, I want to ask her what is going on. “ What is going on?” His heart couldn’t keep up as tension rose and he frantically spoke with a slight shiver.

  The person holding your hand feels coarse and rough as the glove is heavily wormed and beaten; even then, the touchdown was gentle as feathers.

  "It's fine; make yourself home; this will be dormant for quite some time. Wanna explore a bit? Get some fresh air if you wish.“

  As it happens, the response says something about it. His heart was slowing, the headache and thoughts were flushed by fountains and his eyes were staring forward to the walls in front of him before laying his head on the bed and taking deep breaths. His eyes were lowered and swallowed, though the pain continued. The mind slanders, stopping every thought before the dark abyss eats all within.

  His mind opened up in the slumbers, the air now chilled, the headache long gone by. Then, looking around, the person is gone..

  The space of the wall is clean, with a bookshelf beside, and a bed that is very clean and well made, with a desk on each bed. Standing from the bed, on the floor were some sort of slipper and black boots ready with a black socks.

  Touching the wooden frame of the desk, with sparks of reflection, as dust were nowhere to be seen, the room is very spacious, with a radiator beside the wooden door that fills the room with sounds, with a ceiling light in the middle. It felt like a modern condo in the western world.

  Putting the feet on the still cold wood, chilled the legs, with him holding and putting socks, with boots as place, it was black and brand new to the touch.

  Standing on the middle of the room, the pain was no longer around, with the glass windows on the middle, there looking far on the sets, it was snowing, with mountain bypass the far land, the height weight on all the miles of walks, as looking far on the onset, as it hit the mountain peak, with it’s yellow shines.

  I'm in antarctica? What I’m I doing here, I don’t remember having any diploma for any research expedition, with this room feels more like a university or even better sort of dorms, someone must have had some decor lying around, the mountain peaks, it’s so high, where, are we, where I’m I, is this really where they sent penal convict like me.. As with looking through the thick windows, the steps abound on the door, a step was moving on the outside doors, the sounds vibrate the air on the hallways, as, as light eyes move to the left, turning his body in quick sension.

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  The door was already open, silent and swift, the door must have been oil thoroughly. There standing a individual, it wears a white gorka gears, with eastern style armor, his wears that of my past teams, with him having a black ski mask, with a heavy rifle beside him, it was extreme level of swiftness, as with the man, his eyes glows, a fiery yellow that remind of the sun that burn ones skin, light skin with heavy eye bags and black gloves. The man standing there, taller than me, a heavy fighter.

  As my heart pounds for the soldier, I need to ask him, what is going on, where on earth I’m I. I need answers right now.

  With cleaning his throat, he asks the man in the war gear.

  “Who on earth are you, where I’m I..”

  As he split silent with no respondes, as he moved his head all around the room, as then he nodded a little. As he opened his mouth, it was rough and rugged, like that of those in trenches and slavic in nature.

  “Hello, you speak English. It seems good to hear. Sorry to just come by, but welcome to our base. It seems like the commander didn’t really tell you about where you are.”

  With him stepping back a little.

  “Right, you are now in a different place, I can’t really say much, first timers don’t really cope well with it, but call yourself a cooler cosmonaut, if you think like that, you might cope well with it. Welcome to a new world!.”

  As with him putting his hand up and shaking it both by waving.

  Is this guy crazy? Cosmonaut? I’ve never really of being an cosmonaut, it was like one of those thing that kids want to be in school, little know them, they are dreaming of becoming a god, a lucky ticket, with a supporting family and very high wealth or connection to even reach far beyond the skies, this guy is crazy to think like that. I don’t feel good when I first open my eyes, they must have done something.

  Heart shackles by every second, as his form words.

  “Hi, eh, what’s going on, what happened.”

  With him waving his hands, as if trying to convey to come closer, as he answers.

  “ Sorry, I do not have the details, but what I can say for sure is that you’ve been recruited, leader is not here and commander left, so it’s pretty empty here, wanna check around the place Codename Lite? You can stay on the bed if you wish, you will have company later on.”

  Lite, that’s the name I’ve been given, my old name.. I should just stay close to that name Looking beside his patch, a number was put, 002, a code number? Whoever this man is, usually they'll shout at you, and try to keep you a hardened warrior, this is a different philosophy, there’s a reason why every military keeps it that way. Humans are not nice. I should just follow through with his scheme first.

  As walking out of the rooms, the doors was wooden, it has the detail that of a mansion, but the outside hallways, with the concrete touch, man made, as looking on the top of the door outside the room, the number plate count, 005, and 004, as though on the fancy hallways, it was tile that of an office, as the other doors, it spelled out the same, but incremental numbers, a barracks as seem. Walking with him to the hallways, the uneasy feeling, that of the query step that echoes on.

  As the steps echoes, it feels very empty or vibrant, as with it, following the armed men, as looking beside it, he seems to have a rifle beside him, a sling, it looks like a machine rifle, I’ve never seen that before, a western or eastern design, I can see the belt, the bullet glows bright red, what is this, laser tag?

  “So, may I sir, what rifle that may be?”

  As he looks to his side, before looking forward once more, he slightly giggles.

  “Ah, keep the air off, fine. Well, it’s a custom mod of the RPL-20, It’s something you will rarely find even if you work with the RGF, we mainly use new tech russia equipment, but just to let you know, but this is collaboration, we are not fighting the west or whatever they call each other, we are friendly, most of the time, a lot of our squadmate are not russian, we are just given the equipment from there more, probably has to do with experiment or testing.”

  Rpl-20? I’ve never heard of that before, never seen it used anywhere, all are just basic RPD or a RPk in some cases.

  I couldn't lavesh much, on every corner, there’s a sign on the ceiling like one on the malls, it show shapes, like kitchen with a chef hat, restroom and much more, I can’t think much, but all the walkthrough, the wooden board floor, with him showing a door, on a wide room, it was that big of a entrance to a mall, but of smaller size, with the high ceiling in the center seems that of a chandelier, on the middle is seems to be a empty circle desk, as the doors path through the outside, it was a glass door. As he open, the wind blows a little harder, with the cold breeze through the warm interior, with it exploding a road paths to the outside,

  As with it, he said

  “ Oh right, I forgot your windsuit, you will get it later, can you handle it?”

  Forget? I think I’m fine. As with Lite Nod slightly,

  Walking through the double door.

  Looking Back on the base, it was place of a concrete, a square that of a office or one of those barracks pretty basic on the outside, with some small interior for small vehicles, there seems to be a helipads close to the side as it suspend a little from the ground by structure steels she place is surrounded with a pillar of Spike fences, reach high enough a average man can’t climb, and if so, can cause serious damage, as the steel is deep black, with a red wall that of a old british fence on one of our house.

  Looking far away, a mansion was spotted, it was white, in extreme luxury as seems, the facility is built around that building? I wonder why we staying here, It has more stories than a modern condon, the architect of one of those royal palace I saw on tv, It’s not too far, I feel like I can walk to it not more than three minute, but the snow is deeps, I can feel it on my boots, it’s pretty basic cargo, doesn’t protect much of, as this guy, seems to be wearing some sort of gorka white, maybe gorka five? We don’t get those, are we SF? I don’t remember anything special about my training..

  Walking through the outside gate of the mansion walls, the gate seem pretty old, all of them, only that facility, I don’t see any watchtower, it’s pretty calm out here, i can see unending of snows, as multiple dead tree far distance, this doesn’t feel right, something acne in me all this time, let’s just get over it and follow him. Walking outside there was some sandbags around as then a small range was close to the entrances, there was seems to be a build in range, it was small, as looking far apart, it was 100 meter, that said it was well kept with sandbags as a barrier on side and front, the range seems empty but some metal target are scatter, with some even half broken and just rotting on the ground.

  As he stands on the range with me, staring at the end of the range he looks behind.

  “Say, what did you use in your past?”

  With lite jolty looking back to him,

  “Oh, eh It was an Ak-12,”

  As his eyes, which are always half open, now slightly much bigger, as his eyebrow raises a little.

  Oh, Interesting, never thought I'd meet a Soldier from that region, right, Atleast you know how to shoot a rifle, where did they recruit you? On the barrack of yours?”

  ‘They?’ he doesn’t know? Who has my information, I think I could share some stuff, not much I hope.

  “I was in a prison, some man in a suit, who has very bright eyes, recruited me there, that’s about it..”

  With him pulling the machine gun from his sling.

  “I see, well you’re past doesn’t matter, nobody past in this place really. Do you know how to operate it?”

  With him handling the machine to Lite, the belt bag is removed and only a small amount of belts is left. As Lite held onto it, it wasn’t that heavy, but still much heavier than the usual, the scope is that of one of Acogs, looking at the retina, it shows where to aim.

  “Did you calibrate this?”

  As with Him saying

  “Of course, I’m always prepared, ready?”

  As Lite bull the black rifle bipod and place it on the wooden board that defines the range, steadily trying to aim for one of the targets far out, red and dirty it was. Lite switching the safety to off, as the fiery bullet glows, accounting for the distance, moving slightly up, Steadily breathing, hold.

  Fire.

  The Primer was combust, as the head of the suppress glow brightly, before a bright flash comes out, as it leave the trail of tracers of sort, it was that of a laserith the barrel suddenly show alchemical sign on the suppressor and the surrounding air, bright red circle on the barrel lids brightly. With the barrel moving on the pace of extreme hitting the red metal target, as sparks course through, causing an explosion, which brings sparks and small fragments of the metal target all around.

  As the burst slowly fades, the metal target is now ripped apart, with the red circle slowly fading from the barrel.

  As his eyes open, with Lite Quickly moving away from the rifles, falling and hand touching the frost ground, as his newly eradicate breathing, and coughing, as with the rifle dropping on the ground with the safety off

  As the soldier tries to pull Lite up, with him sounding a little excited.

  “Hah, there you go, get up, don’t want to get frostbite now do you? Don’t worry about the gun, it’s fine,” As he pulled Lite without any huff, as Lite tried to move his legs and balance onto the piled snow.

  As lite Look to the man, eyes.

  “Cool, right?.”

  Those glowing eyes. What the fuck.