Wake Up Soon.

The man checked the vital signs on the sensors and, making sure that everything was in order, turned his eyes to the woman. Elena lay with her eyes closed and looked like a sleeping queen from a children's fairy tale.

From the outside it seemed that she fell asleep only a couple of minutes ago, there was a healthy glow on her cheeks, her breathing was slow but even, her lips were pink. But the man knew that in the last week she had never opened her eyes.

"Any changes?"

Simon looked away from Elena and turned his head, Marcus stood in the doorway of the room. The man leaned on the wall and crossed his arms over his chest, tension and insecurity emanated from his body.

"No, Master. Everything is the same so far. But do not worry, her condition is stable. I'm sure she will wake up soon," Simon replied in a calm voice, he knew that his boss was on the verge the last days and the man was looking forward to the moment when Elena would recover.

"You have been saying this to me for a week now! Every day I fill her body with energy so that there are no bad consequences for her organism, but there is still nothing! Nothing! Even her consciousness does not react in any way when I try to connect to her! And you are telling me not to worry?!"

"Master, your emotional state will not help her in any way," Simon tried to turn to the mind of Marcus, although at such moments it was difficult.

It was already like that when Miss Amelia disappeared. Then Simon thought that his end had come in the form of the angel of death, who his boss was like those days. He still wondered how Marcus did not kill him then.

"Her vital signs are normal, your energy keeps her body in good condition, so when she wakes up, she will feel good. Most likely, the problem is in psychosomatics. Maybe her mind is blocking awakening."

Marcus nervously ran a hand through his hair. He was looking forward to the moment when she wakes up, and at the same time was afraid of it. What will she say when she opens her eyes? How will she look at him?

The man still could not move away from the fact that he nearly killed her with his own hands. If it were an ordinary metal sword, it would not have time to stop. But kukri was not a simple weapon, and its main strength was not physical injury. It absorbed energy like a sponge, and from its one touch, an ordinary person could die instantly.

"What about the rest?"

"All military satellites are under our control, sir," Simon reported. "Tomorrow we are launching an integrated data network. We called it MarcNet. Personal data on everyone who has an embedded chip is already entered into it. Access to surveillance cameras is also established. At the moment, the system counted 70 percent of the inhabitants of all major cities, so that we can track the movements of at least every sixth person of the planet by the end of the week."

"And when did you manage to do all this? I was informed that you are not leaving Elena like a nanny," Marcus looked sternly at his assistant, he knew that this girl was also Simon's weak point. "Nah, okay. After all, you are the only one to whom I can entrust the care of her," the man breathed and looked at Elena.

He went to her bed, leaned over and gently touched the woman's head, but she showed no reaction when Marcus tried to appeal to her consciousness. "What about the main chip?"

"The main sync chip will be ready in three days and you can use it," Simon watched as Marcus ran his fingertips across Elena's cheek and turned away as if it was hard for him to look at her in such a condition.

"Um, sir..."

"What?"

"Are you sure of your decision?"

Marcus thought for a moment. Sometimes he asked himself the very same question, was there any sense in all this? But when he recalled what he went through and what he had to do, for the sake of what he did all this, doubts disappeared at that very second.

"I sacrificed too much and went so far that changing plans before the final dash does not make sense," the man straightened his back, his gaze was firm and decisive, "Did you find out who this Nick is?"

"No sir. Our system did not find any data about him, as if he did not exist. David does not let him go even a meter away, and their house is under high security, our best hacker could not break into their system. We have the assumption that they have developed a new generation defense system that is far superior to ours," Simon knew that this important news would not escape Marcus.

The developments of Marc Technologies were the leading in the world and the man was very surprised when his best employee could not cope with such an easy task.

Simon knew that David himself was a successful programmer, and his abilities of systematization and data binding in general were beyond the limits, but even so, the development of a system of such complexity was from the category of fiction. As if someone used an engine in the Middle Ages.

Marcus's face darkened, his eyebrows frowned. Simon knew this look well, in which an outsider would have drown as if in a deep. But the man spent many years by Marcus's side and developed a kind of immunity.

"Sir, Elena risked her life to save that guy. I think you need to weigh everything well before you make a final decision," Simon suggested, and fully felt what it was like when you look into the eyes of death itself.

Marcus took a step forward and laid a hand on the shoulder of his assistant, his light touch felt like a fiery vice, immediately bound the man's hand.

"Simon, I have a good memory, and if I forgave you once, this does not mean that I will do it again. I know about your feelings for Elena and that woman, but do not forget who you vowed to serve at the cost of your life."

After that, Marcus turned around and headed for the exit, stopping at the door, he added, "As for that Nick... If Elena does not wake up in the next three days, kill him."

Simon looked at the slammed door, sighed, and sat on the bed next to Elena.

There was a swarm of thoughts in his head, mixed with memories from the distant past.

He took the woman's palm in his hand and squeezed her barely warm fingers.

"You know, you look so much like your mom. Amelia would be proud of you," the man said and fell silent, his heart sank from the pain for a moment, the pain, which was supposed to fade away over time, but this never happened.

Simon looked blankly at the wall and whispered, "I miss her so much."

There was silence in the room. The heart rate sensor was monotonously beeping in unison with Elena's heart beat.

Simon put the woman's hand back on the bed, stroked her head and smiled, "Wake up soon. Your dad needs you."

Then he got up and left the room, silently closing the door behind him.