C69 Shadows of the Iron Cross

"F*ck me, I'm either already dead and all of this Is my still alive brain f*cking with me, or I already had too much to drink or you're telling the f*cling truth, g*d Is this a g*damn movie or what?"

Abdul practicality broke down as he ran his hands through his black and blue face only to wince In pain the next second.

"So another you huh?"

He shook his head as he gulped down another shot.

"Wait If you came from the future then does that mean that In the future humanity will nuke Itself back to stone age just like in all those movies?"

He asked as he grabbed my shoulder.

"More or less..."

I answered while shrugging his shoulders.

"F*ck, you know what I'm not even surprised by It, It was going to happen sooner or later we apes just don't seem to be able to keep ourselves from pressing those red buttons do we hahaha?"

Abdul started laughing as he grabbed an entire bottle from the barmen and started gulping It down.

"So how much do we still have left exactly before you know, before our glorious leaders decide to see who has the bigger d*ck and balls?"

Abdul asked curiously as he did I fell Into silence because truthfully I didn't know.

For one there was no telling If my other self appearing In the past should have happened or did he already create an entirely new timeline.

And second of all my presence and Hopes system was It also meant to happen or did the moment I stepped out from that rift.

This timeline future got completely roaly f*cked thanks to the butterfly effect.

"Don't know It might be as early as in a year or at the end of the 21st century like In my original timeline"

I said lazily as I too grabbed a bottle of high percentage alcohol and started drinking from It.

"A year? Don't tell me a war will break out between countries with nuclear arsenal?"

Abdul asked after picking on the as yearly as one year only for his face to grimace.

"Oh for f*cks sake that psychopath with one foot In the grave Is finally going to do It Isn't he?!"

Abdul asked as he started cursing madly.

"F*CK! F*CK! I f*cking told those g*damn Y*nkees that they should have dealt with that loose canon long ago!"

Abdul continued to curse as he used all the available words to curse the man responsible for almost causing WW 3 early on.

"Hey you know maybe you could clean him up before that, you'd be doing the world a favor, In and out it would be as simple as that for you so what do you say?"

Abdul suggested only to see me spit on the ground In disgust.

"Nope I don't f*cking give a f*ck, for all I care humanity can nuke themselves to death If they're that stupid enough"

I barked back not disguising my disgust for my own race one bit causing Abdul to fall silent as he looked at me.

"But you're gonna die too won't you when?"

Abdul asked with narrowed eyes trying his best to discern any change In my facial features.

"So be It then, the other me tried to prevent It from happening yet look where that got him"

I said while tapping my face Inside Abdul's photo with my finger while I Ignited a cigarette with my other hand.

"You've really lost all fate In humanity haven't you?"

Abdul asked while sighing.

"Yep In my opinion humans are the universe's biggest mistake ever"

I replied.

"Anyways I took care of you're problem and I also saved you're fatt b*ack ass so are you gonna buy my gold or not?"

I asked while narrowing my eyes which In a dark environment looked truly creepy.

"Of course, my friend of course I always keep my word, just tell me where to pick It up"

Abdul said while laughing as he patted my steel like shoulder only to rub his palm In pain the next second.

"Good once Mark flies me and my boys back to C*I*a Ill take him to Inspect the goods and finish our deal"

I said only for an unwanted company In the form of you're middle e*sterner beauties to appear

"Hey there handsome fellows"

Four m*ddle e*stern beauties in tank tops said as they winked at two of us seductively.

"Which two do you want?"

Abdul whistled at the two beauties as he glanced slyly at me.

"Because I'm picking those two"

"None I'm not In the mood and aren't you married for something?"

I asked awhile raising my white eyebrow as I puffed out a cloud of smoke from my mouth.

"I am but my wife already knew what kind of man I am before marrying me, if she can't accept It I'll just find myself another one"

Abdul said while shrugging his shoulders, as he wrapped two of the beauties waists.

"I can respect that, though I do believe my battle brothers over there are In dire need of a c*nt each"

I said while motioning with my head at my having the time of their lives battlebrothers.

"Say no more my friend, today I'll make sure they get so much p*ssy that they get sick of It hahaha!"

Abdul laughed as he started leading the beauties towards my battle brothers who were In serious need of some rutting.

...

Agent Olivia Miller sat at her desk, her laptop open in front of her. The day's events had been intense, and she still couldn't wrap her head around what she'd captured on her camera.

Four albino giants with a beat up Abdul had exited a limousine and entered one of Abdul's establishments

She didn't know the full implications, but she knew it was important. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she uploaded the photos and videos from her camera to the M*6 central server.

"Let's see what they make of this,"

She muttered to herself, leaning back in her chair.

The upload completed, and Olivia exhaled a sigh of relief. She closed her laptop and poured herself a glass of wine, hoping to unwind after the chaotic day. 

...

The quiet hum of the M*6 office was suddenly disrupted by an urgent alert on one of the monitors. The facial recognition system had flagged an entry with the highest level of priority. Agents gathered around the screen, their faces reflecting shock and disbelief.

"What's going on?"

An agent asked, hurrying over to the group.

"It's a top-secret alert,"

Another replied, pointing at the screen.

"The system flagged these photos and instructed us to contact the director immediately."

One of the senior agents, Agent Thompson, quickly picked up the phone and called the director's office.

"Sir, you need to come down here. Now."

Moments later, Director Robert Whitaker stormed into the room, his usually calm demeanor replaced by urgency.

"What the hell is going on?"

He demanded.

"Sir, you need to see this,"

Thompson said, guiding him to the monitor.

"The system flagged these photos and videos as top secret with no further details."

Whitaker's eyes widened as he saw the photos on the screen. His heart skipped a beat as recognition dawned on him. The man's face was unmistakable. It was Dracula.