Derek Simmons woke up drenched in sweat. Probably for the
thousandth time. No. More than probably. He kept thinking to himself
“What’s to worry about?” His wrist display lit up and the wake up
alarm started. This always happens. Walking up just before his set
alarm goes off. Maybe it was a phobia of loud noises. He always shrugs
it off as not important. Today was a good day. A big day. One of his two
days off from his executive position at work. He didn’t know how he
got there. He just did. With enough time. Today he was going to try out
that new pizza place around the corner and maybe check out a video
game or two. He may be 28 years old but he never left what kept him
occupied for his years at the orphanage. Derek got up. Out of his bed
and into the kitchen, ignoring the dust covered dumbbells. Just like
every other day. His apartment was small but that was all the space he
needed. A kitchen/ lounge and his small bedroom connected to his
toilet. He was already dressed for some reason. Last night was probably
over his set bedtime. He got out a small microwave pie, heated it up, ate
it and it was off to his local electronics store.
It wasn’t until he was halfway back from the store with a copy of “Clip
Raid IX: Corporate Warfare” until he noticed the message on his
phone. Unknown number. He doesn’t get a lot of those. It was a short
message:
GORDUS BRIDGE
6PM
THE ICARUS INTERVENTION HAS NOT YET BEEN RESOLVED
ANSWERS AWAIT, RAGSTON. COME ALONE
Messages like these were very rare to him. He was always quite
paranoid even though he was always yelling at himself to not be.
Messages like these he would ignore… but this one knew about the
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