9 Oct 2017

Exodus by Andriy Studynsky

War, war never changes.
Dozens, thousands, millions. Amount of people, that's what's changing. Standing near my dead squad mates and realizing this, I missed one important detail. That bullets ware still flying past me. Bullets of enemies that killed my friends, half of my group, fifteen nice brave guys that died for their country. My mind was ready to die and accept it`s faith, but ten years on the frontline made my body an excellent machine for killing, so my reflexes got me to the nearest shelter so I could live and avenge.
Two years and seven targets. That`s how I could describe consequences of that ambush. I figured out who decided to put down my whole squad so the war could continue and the money keep pouring to pockets. Not without a help of my old colleagues I took down all that direct my group to ambush, without reflection with cold hand and cold heart I murdered them all. After I went to nearest police department and turn myself in. With expectation to electric chair or prison for term of life. My expectation failed me.
Everything, I could predict just everything but not this. As it comes clear all time that I was committing that murders the CIA was watching me through my old colleagues. They knew what those who I killed did. So, they were looking for evidences to put them in prison but when I appeared and took down the first target planes changed. War with half of Asian countries is quite bad for US and death of incompetent traitors seems nice option under circumstances of a war time. The high command decided to let me kill all of them and that cut off the ends and kill me too. But the way I performed those assassinations and the skills I shown forced them to change opinion and try to recruit me.
Tests, training missions, paperwork trials. All of that was hard and challenging. But I managed to pass through. Final test was a breaking point of my life. When I passed it, the official government stated me dead from the heart attack in my prison cell and I got new identity, new passport and probably new life. A life of a secret service agent. A part of united states intelligence. A spy.

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