Chapter 3 The Call of Vengeance

The Call of Vengeance

MAXWELL

I arrived in New Orleans with the determination to live in the shadows, with the help of Olav, the Russian who had helped me in the past. He referred me to an American friend who worked in dangerous services. I chose a small boarding house on the outskirts of the city, keeping a low profile and avoiding unnecessary contact. My experience as a fugitive in Russia had taught me how to hide and survive, and I planned to continue doing so.

I had little money on me, but it would be enough for a few days. However, my quiet life changed when I saw the news on television. I was sitting on my bed, watching the screen. The news showed a group of Russian terrorists who had carried out a series of brutal attacks on American citizens. An incandescent rage grew inside me as I saw the images of the innocent victims. My fists clenched, my hands trembled with rage, my eyes changed color, and my face began to contort. But I fought not to let my other self take control.

I remembered the horrors I had seen in Russia, the lives lost, and the suffering I had faced. I knew I couldn't allow these terrorists to continue killing with impunity. Revenge became my deepest motivation, a flame that burned in my heart. At that moment, I knew I had to act. However, I also understood that confronting a group of terrorists would require more than determination. I needed to see myself in action to release all the energy and anger I felt. Not to mention the need for resources and contacts.

I spent days looking for the person Olav had referred me to, but he was hard to find. I wanted to enter the dark world of mercenaries at all costs. I knew that this was the only way to get close to the Russian terrorists and seek revenge. I had nothing left to lose. Finally, a clue led me to the man I was looking for. He worked in the darkest corners of New Orleans and was known for his involvement in clandestine operations. I heard about an opportunity to meet him at a bar frequented by veterans and ex-military personnel. I approached the place, ready to dive headfirst into a world where justice is rarely black and white. I was dressed in my usual dark clothes and wore a mask that covered my face. My hair fell over my cheeks, making it difficult for anyone to identify me.

In the smoky bar, I ordered a drink and waited, knowing that my journey for revenge was about to begin. The mysterious man, Ivan, examined me suspiciously before finally speaking in an accent laden with mystery. Ivan: "So, you say you're willing to do whatever it takes to join us? It's not every day that a stranger walks into this bar looking for work," said the man in a deep voice, still curious to know who I was. Maxwell: "I've seen things you can't even imagine, Ivan. I'm here because I need to make these guys pay for what they've done," I replied with seriousness and direction. I looked at the man, showing him that I was capable. He had no idea who I was or what I could do. Ivan studied me for a moment, as if trying to decipher my true intentions. Finally, he said, "All right, we have a test for you. A basic job to see if you have what it takes. You'll complete this task, and if you do it successfully, we'll have more work for you."

I shook my head with determination. I was ready to prove myself at any cost.

Ivan: "Our first task is simple, but make no mistake, it's dangerous. There's a man who owes us money and has been avoiding us. He's hiding in an abandoned shed on the outskirts of town. Your mission is to find him and bring him here, no matter what. I want him alive," said Ivan, showing Max the pile of money he would receive if he carried out the task.

I listened carefully to Ivan's instructions. I knew that this task would serve as a test of my skills and determination. Without asking any more questions, I finished my drink, got up from my chair, and headed for the exit of the bar.

The abandoned shed was shrouded in an eerie darkness when I arrived. I wasn't alone; an aura of danger hung in the air. Moving in the shadows, I was going to use all the survival skills I had acquired in Russia. I looked for the man, trying to sniff out something in the air. I tried to concentrate to listen for any sound, but I couldn't hear anything. Only my breathing could be heard.

As I got closer to where my target was hiding. I felt the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I was willing to do whatever it took to complete the task and prove my worth to Ivan and the organization. I kept walking, looking around, trying to identify the man. I stopped walking for a moment, closed my eyes, and concentrated. My heart began to beat slowly, and I could hear some sounds around me. I blurred the sound of my heart and could hear, not far away, the sound of a heart beating fast. His breathing was fast, the man looked sweaty, and I could sense that he was nervous. A mischievous smile appeared on my face. And I followed quickly to the sound of his heart.

I found him hiding in a shadowy corner. As soon as the man's eyes met mine, which were abnormally yellow, he opened his eyes in panic and started to run. I took a deep breath and, with my abnormal speed, appeared in front of the man, frightening him. The man screamed with fear and tried to turn around, but he wouldn't stand a chance. I outran him, pulled out my gun, and aimed at his foot. Causing him to fall, groaning, to the ground. '' Bastard, who are you?''

I ignored him and pulled on his arms, pinning him down and saying.

"It doesn't matter what my name is, you'll get what you deserve.'' I yanked him hard out of there, and I heard him complaining and swearing at me.

I then took him back to the bar.

Ivan, seeing that I had completed the task, nodded approvingly. It was the start of a collaboration that would take me deeper into the dark world of mercenaries. And it would bring me closer to my quest to confront the Russian terrorists who had tormented me so much.

"You impressed me, here's your money. Here's your briefcase with the next tasks I have for you. Inside is a cell phone that you can only use to talk to me. I'll send you emails and messages every day. Welcome to the team.

"Take the idiot to his room, he'll learn a lesson.'' The others obeyed Ivan's order. I picked up my briefcase and thanked Ivan for the opportunity. I left, heading for the place that would be my home for the time being.

Now I was ready to face danger, determined to avenge those I had lost. And to protect my new homeland from the horrors I knew so well. I knew that this was only the first stage of a dangerous journey full of challenges.