London, sometime after mid-night.
The city was as vibrant as ever, streets flowing with they drunks and party-goers. Some teens celebrated escaping curfew by being raunchy in their drunken state. Music blared and bodies rocked to them in clubs and pubs. One in particular stood out, Devil's Tear.
Underneath the ruckus, a big man slept alone on a spacious bed in his quarters. This familiar structure depicts him as the General. He laid lazily but strangely disciplined on the huge mattress. He had a brown singlet on with a pair of black socks to match. He stirred about in his dreams, a smile cracking on his face once in awhile.
Beside him was a small bedside-stool with a lamp on it and a notebook with a pen on its open, white, lined pages. The words on its pages were arranged in two paragraphs with the first one reading:
"Received confirmation of Jonathan Donald's death. A strange name, I will always call him Fire. At last, my enemy is dead. The American hero has fallen. However, I do not feel joy at his death. Instead, I feel emptiness. A void in my heart has opened up. I am at conflict with myself. Without a challenge like Fire, my life will certainly become duller. For Darya, I shall go on. With Fire, the only threat to our organization, gone Skull Reich moves into another vital phase over the next four weeks. I must lead it to glory, for Mother Russia".
Paragraph 2 continued:
"We are keeping a tight schedule for the next month. Darya is planning various strategies to acquire what is needed by that mad scientist for Project P-03735. The list is long and its contents are scattered all over the world. She is under pressure to perform after her last catastrophe, but that is good, she works better under pressure. I, myself, will also face challenges to ensure that the recruitment of new units goes as planned. The plan is to increase our count tenfold from ten thousand to a hundred thousand. Along the way, this will further be increased to one million. Skull Reich will be victorious and Soviet Russia shall rise once more!"
It ended there. Skull Reich's plan for the world written and stored in the General's little red notebook.
Area 51. Midnight.
All was calm, people were sleeping after all. In a small room, somewhere inside laid Phoenix. He was fast asleep in his bed, a small smile on his face and his body tucked under a white sheet.
By his bedside, was a small hand-held device. It was flat with a touch screen that radiated life. On it, a string of characters formed text readable by the human mind. A small picture sat on top the text with the tag "Phoenix's Log". The body of text below that picture read:
"So I just speak and it changes my sound to words? Okay then. Where to begin? I am Phoenix recording today's entry. I am a retired CIA agent, officially killed in action. During my last mission, a serum was used on me and it changed me to a teenager. Also granting myself and five others special abilities which are growing with each passing moment. My general physical attributes, like strength and speed, have increased dramatically. I have basic control over the element fire. While having dinner, another power manifested itself. Telepathy. But only with my teammates, who were also affected by the serum. Dr. Anna and Dr. Wong say we are all mentally intoned to each other's brainwave frequency. Theories are all we have currently, to be tested and turned into facts. Whatever little time I have left will be to hone this new features of mine."
"Things have become strange over a short time span. Just when I believed I would get some hard-earned rest, a new and dangerous organization reveal themselves and their mad plot to take over the world. With these abilities they accidentally doused me with, I will fight them and not alone."
"In the coming weeks, I have been told that we will further research and develop our abilities then undergo screening by the president himself to see if funding is necessary. Dr. Anna is already drawing up various rigorous training routines based on the data she has been able to analyze so far. This next month will be trying but I can't turn away now. I can't go back to the life I once lived, it is lost. I must keep moving forward, like my father, Tom Donald, once said 'Son, in this business, you have to remember one thing. You can change your identity and disappear but risk losing everything you ever had or will have. Never forget who you are, let your beliefs shape your choices. If you do that, you can keep your head out of the dark waters of our world and trust me, that isn't a holiday picnic'."
"I heard General Beggingson will be taking command of Area 51. It's a great move, someone who can execute plans under duress is what we need. I can only hope that while we train, Skull Reich doesn't make sudden moves."
Team XTF-112 are making preparations for a hectic period of training in preparation for Skull Reich. One month...