“My name is Clark, I am a cadet of the Spartan military on training,” Clark announced loudly, as he was handcuffed by the vigilantes. “You can call 223 to confirm,” he continued, as he deactivated his face armor to reveal his face. 223, just like 911 is the Sparta Republic's number, to call for emergencies. As he introduced himself, some vigilante members already mobilized, as they went after the terrorists who pursued him here. He waited for over 10 minutes, as they did a lot of procedures, before finally confirming his identity. The way they spoke to him immediately changed, after confirming his identity. They politely started asking him some questions. “Who were those pursuing you?" They asked. He told them the whole truth, not excluding any detail, as he conveniently placed the terrorist organization in another precarious situation. They were surprised by his reveal, but they nodded seriously, as they directly informed the local police force. “Do you need anything?” The one who seemed to be the leader of the group asked. “No..., only a hotel to rest for the night,” Clark answered, after thinking for a bit. They prepared a hotel for him, as he booked a room through the hotel's virtual platform, to spend the night. 30 minutes later, he was finally dropped in the hotel. He dragged his exhausted body in and quickly located his room. The first thing he did after dropping his bag, was to have a proper bath, as he hardly had time to bath during his time with the terrorist organization. Water is life, that saying has still not been proven wrong in this era. The extent water can go in invigorating him, he was not sure, but he knew that he needed it. “Oh man this feels good,” he moaned in satisfaction, as the warm water from the shower washed over him. He felt a feeling of liberation, as the water poured down steadily on his head. After leaving the bathroom, he felt like a newborn, as he plopped down on the big king-sized bed. He checked the time, and it was already 400 am. He was famished and exhausted, but he still used his last energy to look at his military watch, where he found training completed flashing on its screen. He grinned in satisfaction, as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion. He slept contentedly, with a smile planted on his face. … That night, it was a different mood entirely in the terrorist organization's temporary base, as the soldiers returned in a sad and defeated mood. The 2 executioners silently went to meet their commander, as they narrated what later happened. The commander kept silent, as he listened to his subordinate’s narration with a grave expression on his face. “Announce to the soldiers that we are leaving tomorrow,” he paused for some time, before continuing. "Burry our fallen soldiers and high-grade soldiers”. He said the last part with a pained expression, as he closed his eyes while grinding his teeth. “Clark, enjoy your victory for the time being. I will make sure I hunt you down when the time is right,” he swore. As the 2 executioners went to inform the soldiers about the instructions, they both discussed with dread. “Elliot, to think that you recruited such a demon into our ranks. You recruited a high-grade Spartan soldier in our midst, and not even a regular one, one that is as good as that”. “Stop it Daniel. I deeply regret my decision to bring in Clark, but you were also close to him. You didn’t suspect anything, so don’t just blame me”. Elliot retorted while feeling a sense of loss. His actions were what brought the base to its current state. He always grew goose pimples, when he thought of how he interacted with Clark from the perspective of a superior. “What pains me most, is the death of our fellow high-grade brothers, and the loss of the limited exotic weapons and armor we have”. He silently muttered. He felt extremely guilty, for bringing such a demon into the base. After the news of their departure was released, and that they’ll likely face other police assaults, the terrorist soldiers despaired. They further lost confidence, after the announcement of the death of 2 of their executioners. The executioners were the main pillars of the organization, the death of any one of them was a huge blow to the terrorists. Clark succeeded in wreaking havoc on this base, they were now at their weakest. … That night, Clark had a dream again, after more than a month of sleeping peacefully. He dreamt of himself being a secret spy, for the Spartan republic. He joined a team of professional spies, as they infiltrated the Aragan capital city. They were so good, that they evaded all the advanced country’s detection abilities. They succeeded in their seemingly impossible mission; they assassinated the president of Araga. The feat was legendary, but so were its consequences also. Complications came during their escape, as they encountered an elite Aragan military division. The Aragan government was not about to take such an act leisurely. The whole country entered a state of emergency, as all military forces were mobilized to intercept the assassins. Clark was surprised, as they met a team led by the legendary Helix the conqueror. This led to him clashing directly with this legend. “Damn!! When did I become this strong and skilled?” He was surprised, as he fought and suppressed the first high-grade soldier, humanity breed. He conveniently killed a lot of his opponent's teammates, while still fighting him. His exotic machine guns spewed out fire rapidly, as he basically became a 1-man army. He spearheaded his team, as his overwhelming strength gradually led to their successful escape, after doing the legendary deed of assassinating the Aragan president. Despite their identity not being known, from that day, people referred to them as the mysterious super assassins. Despite the Aragan government's attempts to hide the news, it still leaked out. They became famous overnight. Their fame, especially that of Clark, as the leader of the team spread to all corners of the earth. Parents even started using their story, to scare their children to sleep. He became a legend, as even 2-year-olds knew him as the mysterious secret agent. His power piqued, as he led his team again to other successful missions. “Man, this is sweet," he subconsciously yelled in his dream. He excitedly basked in the glory of being a legend, only for light to illuminate his face, as he recognized the ceiling of the hotel, he booked last night.