The butterfly that fapped

This was a smooth operation. Almost too easy to be true.

Arthur turned around and looked inside the hidden room.

- It won't hurt to peek a little ? Right? I already know the future so this much shouldn't be that bad. -

When the target came out, he didn't have the time to close the door. Otherwise who knew how long this dumb MC would have taken to figure out how to open it...

Oops, some resentment seems to mixed in. Continuing on...

Arthur went in. There was nothing wrong here. In fact, there was nothing here at all. It was just a secret library of sorts. Albeit with only one bookshelf and lots and lots of wine. Even if the military came in, he could explain himself and maybe even demand and explanation for invading his privacy...

- I should look around a bit more... -

He went round the room once and he found a secret corridor! He just couldn't see it because it just blended with the pattern of the walls! Simple' but ingenious.

The corridor was not long. He soon came in a room that looked like a laboratory.

Why it looked like a lab was because there was only one test bench isolated behind a large glass. A few beakers and nothing else.

The rest of the space was occupied by machines, and he could identify only a handful of them. The most iconic was the telegraph machine. Just like the ones in the movies.

And then he found something usefull. Files. Curious, he opened the top one and when he saw the picture, he was horrified.

It was his face!

His own duckkk face!

He quickly read on:

[Name: Arthur Phillips]

- Phillips? I took on the surname? Isn't this unusual? Was I actually an illegitimate child all along? Damn my blood father got cuckolded...-

But this was not the time to lose focus, he knew what it meant to be on the watch list of Hydra!

[ Danger Lever: ××× ( Recommended to kill on sight before target grows stronger) ]

Kill your sister! ! ! ! !

- What did I even do to you? Why do you want to kill me?

[ Info:

• Adopted son of Col. Phillips.

• ...

• ...

• Participated and killed an enemy Commander during a critical time in the war, (ruining Plan F_66).

• On protection detail of Abraham Erskine.

• Captured an H spy, leading to potential exposure and subsequent capture of at least 2 or more spies.

• Suspected to have contact with SSR.

•Suspected to have known H Secrets. ]

This was written on the second page of the material.

Arthur's breath hitched.

He didn't know if the telegram was sent out. That would be very bad news.

Because when the time comes, even if he went off grid and came out a few years later, he would still be their target of killing!

This feeling was so special that he was chilled to the bones.

He was going crazy. He did find evidence that this Lindaddy was a spy but he didn't feel good at all. Who would, after suddenly finding a bounty on their head?

He did find a heap of evidence. Literally. But now he also had to explain his actions. They did not have permission to do so...

Close to the table, there are two bookshelves, Nothing related to hydra, of course, and a nice plot point.

He thought of his past and the murky future, he understood something. The butterfly had already flapped it's wing. Since he couldn't control his fate, he would go along with it, becoming stronger and stronger till can control it himself!

After separating the evidences, and out of the rest of the books, he picked one at random.

[Do you want to decompose 'Biochemistry Volume 3' by Beta_000 ? ]

"Biochemistry? So... he was keeping an eye on Erskine?"

He didn't want to submit this as evidence and so he swiped out all the books into his system space. and picked up the bundle of files.

Finally, when he was done, he looked back. The more he looked, the more he hated it.

He remembered he saw a lighter back at the office. So, he went back to get it. There was alcohol here too. Perfect. The more bottles he threw around, drenching everything, the more it soothed his anger.

And finally, after getting both he files and Lindaddy to safety, he lit the lighter and flinged it, turning around, movie style.

...

But the expected heat did not come. He looked back and was embarrassed. The lighter had closed itself and it didn't work! How embarrassing!

Why did it work 100% of the time for others but not for me?

This time he made sure that it caught fire.

He was inexplicably fascinated by the fire, forgetting his worries for a while. He watched the fire spreading and left through the window, carrying the body with him.

When he had just climbed back on the roof, he heard a loud bang. It was not from the office, he was sure of it. Otherwise he would have felt his ground shake. It must be the secret room.

In the meantime, the guards were panicking. Carrying extinguishers and running o the site of explosion. The blast had set fire to more than just the office, so good luck to them.

In the mess, no one realised that someone was running away form the top of their heads.

After reaching the foliage and taking cover behind some trees he looked back as the fire overtook the whole mansion.

- What in the world was this guy studying? Was he making a bomb? Then why did he have biochemistry books? -

Arthur was stupid but not that dumb. He knew the that chemistry and biochemistry were different.

It wasn't the time to think. So he ran back to the wall and leaped up.

The patrol guards were all inside, so he didn't have to be that cautious.

After running a bit more, he saw Carter waiting for him with the car running.

Jumping in the backseat, he didn't have to tell Carter to go as she had already slammed in on the accelerator.

After she made sure that they were at a safe place, she stopped and inspected his condition while asking questions:

"What happened in there? Why is there a fire? Are you injured?"

Carter quickly checked Arthur's body for injuries. Only after seeing none did she move him to get to the spy squished beneath him.

Carter seeing that the spy was not dead: "Arthur, you are amazing!"

"Ha ha..."

- Yup, Amazing enough to be on Hydra's watchlist.... -

At least, he got some books out of this. Maybe, after absorbing the knowledge, he can finally become a proper genius.

Gently sighing, Arthur told her: "This guy here... may have sent a telegram, you know, just before I captured him."