DARK EERIE FIGURE I

In a flash, Myles--a stage one anomaly, fell to the ground from the top floor of a three storey building, smashing into a car and completely wrecking the bodywork.

At the top of the building was a dark eerie figure behind all the rubble and dust standing with a fiery might.

Perplexed at the distance he was just displaced from, Myles carefully tried to get up supporting himself against a pole as he was still disoriented from the fall.

"It can't be", Myles whispered to himself as he slowly got up. He stood up along the sidewalk and slowly began pacing few metres away from the site he fell, limping and holding his left hand which still felt numb.

"He's supposed to be dead! Decommissioned! How is he here?" Myles thought to himself as he hurriedly strode along the path, slowly beginning to regaining control of his numbed hand.

The sighting at the roof had seemed like something out of a horror movie, The figure was covered by a thick black layer of a smooth liquid-like metallic armoring which buffed up his size making him look like an adaptation of a Greek god.

He concealed his inner clothing with a long sleeved hooded coat which covered him up to this shin. He had a black metallic facial mask outlined with silver metallic strips at the sides which only revealed the top part of his nose and his bright eyes whose pupils had a dark blue colour.

"Something is definitely broken" Myles said as he felt a sharp pain at the lower part of his rib section. He briefly leaned beside another car parked just few feet away from the crash site.

Meanwhile, up at the building, The figure withdrew back in to the shadows slowly till it disappeared from sight.

Myles at the sidewalk, stood in utter disbelief and confusion as he apparently had just seen a ghost.

Faintly the sounds of sirens are heard, Closer and closer they approach.

A fire had engulfed the 3rd floor of the building, "Looks like we're about done here." A voice said from Myles' comm transmitter.

"You're damn right! The local forces seem to have just been alerted about the disturbance in the area. Time to take my leave" Myles said.

Grabbing hold of another pole of a street light just along the sidewalk with his left hand, Myles stood up straight before proceeding to shake off the dust from his suit which he accumulated from being rammed through the cement walls of the building before falling.

He took a mighty leap, vaulting over a couple of cars and ran for an open alley at a nearby building. "I've arranged for an extraction point for you, additional intel bursting through your cross-comm" Stiles, the voice from the comm transmitter vocalized.

"Got it, I'll be on my way..." Myles replied.

"Hold it right there!" A voice echoed loudly from a megaphone just along the other side of the alley. It was the police, they had just pulled up and surrounded the area in the time it took Myles to compose himself.

"We have you surrounded, put your hands behind your head and get on the ground!"

"I don't have time for this", Myles muttered to himself.

"I repeat, Put your hands behind your head and get on the ground, Now! ", The voice echoed again.

"Look guys, We don't have to do this, I'm on your side. " Myles spoke out loudly while slowly turning around with his hands held up above his head, to reveal His round metal plated helmet with a large black visor placed the entire way over his face to the police.

"Surrender now or well will use resort to using lethal forces!", The police cried out.

"We don't have to do this" Myles insisted.

"We'll count down from five, Failure to comply and surrender will result in apprehension using any means necessary!" the police said.

"Five... Four... Three... Two...."

"Suit yourself.", Myles said while making a neat smirk under His mask.

Immediately, he took a high leap forward and the police opened fire at Him. With swift and agile evasive actions, Myles landed down on the ground and performed a twisting hand spring, flipping up above the heads of the officers and dodging the rounds fired at him with acrobatic finesse.

He advanced forward on landing and proceeded to disarming the officers. Slamming the gun the leading officer's gun against his face, Myles momentarily drew back, gauging out a punch, His muscular arms strapped inside his exo-skeleton support suit released, swiftly launching a punch straight at the police man's jaw.

The impact took the man off his feet with blood spurting from his nostrils.

With a loud thud, He hit hard on the cold black asphalt, laying motionless and unconscious. Swiftly picking up the gun of the police man who had fallen, Myles swung with it over with his might over down to the face of a supporting officer standing oppositely who fell to the ground almost instantly, running up and grabbing another officer by the vest, Myles threw the cop against three other officers who had just come out of their covers and taken stance with their aims fixed on Him.

Moving on without any interest in causing more trouble as the police backup from the other end of the alley approached, Myles motioned with his hands squeezing special sensors placed on his palm in a fists which alternatively released a set of thin high tensile strength metallic zip lines, Which was whirled together at His lower back, connected all through a lean metallic alloy frame stripe in His suit up to His wrists with tiny stylized grappling hook heads.

His aim luckily caught a pillar atop a two storey building. Briefly taking a running start, He took a big jump and activated the zipline retraction which resultantly caused him to go swinging through the side of the building and advancing a couple of blocks over and escaping the police.

As Myles proceeded to the location of his extraction by performing a tactical set of parkour of the roof tops of the city buildings, He just couldn't shake the feeling of what he had just witnessed, The police attack didn't as much bother him as the person he saw earlier on.

"Denumbit is alive... How?" He exclaimed

"A top tier agent comfirmed dead and decommissioned years ago, now.. Alive?

I just don't get it." Myles said, "HQ has a lot of explaining to do.".

"Your ride is just up ahead." Stiles vocalized .

Down a couple of blocks was his extraction vehicle 'XsR8', A one of kind of one-man seater aircraft designed with military jet standards. Myles buckled up, Prepped the engines, engaged the thrusters and took off.

A long couple of miles out and Myles noticed something was wrong, The radar alarm went off, His vehicle was being tailed by an unknown flying aircraft of similar build with his, "What is this?" Myles questioned as he tried to put together and make sense of what was happening.

He tried outrunning the craft by manoeuvering through a mountain side which they were just coming across, Left and right the vehicles navigated and manoeuvred as they accelerated breaking the sound barrier and zooming through the complex mountain side.

Suddenly a louder alarm went off, Myles was being targeted....

"I can't shake this guy, HQ do you copy!", Myles said as he whooshed pass a wide valley. "I'm being targeted, HQ come in!", "The radio signal is being blocked, I can't reach HQ", Stiles replied, "Any ideas on who this might be?", Myles asked. "Negative!" Stiles replied. "This is not going to end well", Myles thought to himself.

Just then, Myles had an idea, He quickly pulled back on the handling of the vehicle and started accelerating upward towards the sky, The vehicle flew soo fast, It's sound could only be heard seconds after it flew by. Upward and upward the two vehicles accelerated with G-forces and pressure rapidly increasing as they ascended in altitude somewhere 50,000 feet above from the ground.

Just as the vehicles were about reaching their maximum altitude, The targeting alarm went off, Missiles had just been released and was locked on to Myles' shuttle. Quickly he pushed down on the handling and began descending to the ground just like spaceship battle scene from a Star wars movie. Navigation with curves and swirls, Myles tried his best to evade the imminent collision of the missiles to his craft. " HQ, come in, Does any one copy?", Myles tried once more to reach out through the radio communicators. No reply came through.

There were limited options at this point. Myles was in the dark about His pursuer and what His main goals, but one thing seemed clear at that point, He wasn't chasing Him down for a friendly chat. Soaring through the sky, Myles performed a tactical manoeuvre just at the last second which evaded one of the missiles which went on to hit a cliff edge. Suddenly a signal came through, A slight crackle was heard from the radio transmitter. "Do you co... Nitr...! Come in... do you copy...?".

" Yes... Yes I.....", Myles was immediately cut off.

There was a loud and heavy thud at the back of his craft which caused a tremor at the cockpit. He had just been hit by one of the missiles and His flight vehicle had been wrecked really bad. At this point it was done for, The controls were gone and XsR8 was plummetting down to the ground at a very high speed. Topping off all issues at hand was an extra incoming missile gaining on the tail of the falling craft.

Myles had no choice but to eject.

Without wasting a second more, He stretched out his hands, Smashing his fist against the red eject button on the cockpit which triggered an ejection of the pilot seat just instantly from the console. Mid-air, just as He was about leaving His seat, The missile hit the craft and caused a massive explosion which sent shards flying in all directions, thrusting Myles with with more force than initially.

Falling at a very high speed, Myles positioned His body in a streamlined position arm tucked close to His body and heads upright to reduce air resistance. His suit had and alternative glider wing equipped on the sides of his suit along with parachutes at the core back.

Myles quickly proceeded to tapping the the emergency button on his pack and releasing the wings, This caused a little staggered in His motion before eventually stabilizing. He continued gliding down till he reached safe distance off the ground to eject His parachute.