Omega Team Or Not?

A man quickened his footsteps as soon as he got off a bus. His face looked tense because the plan he was working on with his two other partners did not go well. On its back hangs a large black backpack.

"Hey, plan B. He's going home !!" he exclaimed on the old cellphone.

"What ??? !!"

"I'm going to V's place. Make sure you lead the deputy mayor over there." The man immediately hung up the call.

A few moments later, along with the pouring rain. He has entered into one shopping district building, a veterinary clinic. Through the back door of the building. There is a steel door leading to a small basement, right next to the emergency door. From the ground emitted smoke and bad smell. It is the sewer, hot water pipe, gas installation, and also where the engine panels are located. That's what the veterinary staff believes, even though deep inside it holds a big secret.

The man descended the stairs leading into the basement. He had to walk down a small hallway as wide as 60 cm, with a height of 180cm before heading into a large room.

"V, our plans have been scrapped. The deputy mayor canceled his visit to the orphanage and hurried home," he said to his female colleague.

A woman looks serious checking the IV tube and also the digital sign display monitor. She immediately turned away as soon as the man voiced his frustration.

"Huh?" The woman who was called V rubbed her forehead in panic.

"I have to get this over with."

The man put his backpack on the table, then took out all the tools inside. Several black iron components are scattered on the table. Quickly his hands worked to form the iron components into a long rifle.

V called her other partner. Tell the man to direct the deputy mayor to go through the street in front of her veterinarian.

"I'm going up," said the man. He checked the monitor on his wrist again. There is a small screen that shows GPS, continues to flash wherever the deputy mayor's car moves.

"Good luck, S."

"I never shrink, V. Just need the man to go this way. It all depends on him," argued the man. It's not a problem to aim at the target. The problem is how his partner lures the deputy mayor. V folded her arms and nodded in understanding.

The man headed to the other side of the basement, through a different narrow passage. The hallway has the width and height as of the entrance hall but exits to V's private room. Exit into a small opening hidden in the back of the wardrobe.

"Did you lure him?" The man asked his other colleagues.

"Yes, the mayor has made it down that road. You just wait."

"Good."

After turning off the call, he mounted the rifle with a tripod, placing it squarely in the bathroom window. Without waiting anymore, the man rushed to check the air pressure, confirmed the wind speed before finally adjusting the distance and angle of his shot.

Soon a car appeared along with a low whirring sound and the target was eliminated. The man hurried away.

"I have to go V. You take care of the rest."

"OK."

— MI VOLAS VIN —

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That night, a doctor in green clothes entered the autopsy room. On his neck hung a badge, doctor Arkam, a forensic surgeon. He wore a mask and a green hair cap, matching his outfit.

"Good evening, Doc." Greet the police officers who guard in front of the autopsy room.

The doctor just nodded and went inside. The doctor removed his ID, hid it in his trouser pocket as he entered the room. Inside there are also four police officers. They stood tall in the corner of the room, close to the two bodies. One corpse of the Deputy Mayor, the other is his driver.

The doctor put on his gloves before starting work. He took some medical equipment that had been prepared near the corpse. Without hesitation he checked the bullet holes, fiddling with the contents inside his head to get the sample.

Several policemen who saw him felt nauseous. But they still have to be on guard because the murder of the deputy mayor is serious crime.

"Do you want to be here or out? Don't piss me off with your gestures!" asked the doctor softly.

"Can we come out? I can't stand the smell, it's disgusting."

"Of course."

"Thank you, Doc."

Two policemen rushed out, while the other two remained. They are police detectives in charge of handling this case.

"Are you Doctor Arkam?" asked the other two.

"Yeah."

"Why do you sound like a woman? Are you sick?" another joke.

"Yes, cough ... just a cold and maybe because of a mask, cough ... my voice has changed a little." avoid him.

"Ah, I see."

"Don't talk too much, you both bother me."

"Fine, Doc."

For quite some time, the doctor analyzed the two victims who died. Writing some important reports on the results of his investigation as a forensic officer.

"Do you believe anyone could kill people with such accuracy? Even in the bad weather this afternoon." One of the policemen broke the silence.

"My boss says only Shadow can do that, Doc. Have you heard of that? Team Omega?" The others chimed in, it turned out that both of them were police officers this afternoon.

The doctor's hand stopped writing the report. There was a brief pause before continuing with hand movements.

"But the team leader said they were dead? Maybe they weren't dead and roaming freely."

"That's scary," said another friend.

"Stop your nonsense, Team Omega is just a delusion, lies by the government to frighten the enemy." said the doctor, who gave the report paper he compiled to the police officer.

"But said the chief."

The doctor glared from behind his glasses. The two of them suddenly fell silent, there was a terrifying aura coming out of his wide eyes.

"That's the angle of inclination of the shot based on the hole in the victim's head. You can analyze where the bullet came from. Altitude, direction, and also location."

"Thank you, Doc." He smiled.

Doctor Arkam did not answer, choosing to hurry away from that place. His tall body was covered by oversized clothes, making it seem as if his body was fuller like a man.

"Ah, annoying." He entered the doctor's office, then took off his hair cap and mask. It was a beautiful woman with flushed lips and waist-length blonde hair. She is none other than V.

A three-headed old man was sighing on the sofa, his body almost naked. Immediately V took off his operating clothes, put them back on the man's body. V put her clothes back on.

"Men, the content in your brains is only for sex." V giggled, but thanks to that she easily manipulated Doctor Arkam's existence. It was fortunate that the doctor was not overweight, otherwise, V had to find another way to manipulate the autopsy data on the corpse.

"I'll give you a gift, a hand job, okay." V smiled, she played her hand on the doctor's stick until it spurted out the liquid in his pants.

"Okay, that's fine. Sorry, but calm down, the medicine I gave you is harmless. You will just hallucinate. Soon you will wake up and forget our encounter as if it were a dream." V giggled. She washed her hands before leaving Doctor Arkam's room.

When the doctor woke up, he found himself drenched in sweat as well as his own discharge.

Remembered in his mind, he had just helped a beautiful woman who slipped before his eyes. The woman was so beautiful and seductive, her scent made the doctor tickled. V had deliberately sprayed a little of the drug she had concocted when she fell. Making the doctor sedated and hallucinating more and more.

"Where's that woman? Oh my God!! Was I just having a wet dream?" The doctor panicked, he hurriedly took off his clothes.

— MI VOLAS VIN —