Featherless

DT: 21/02/2022 Time - 12.02 am

Location- Unknown

Operator - Philip /\\/\\/\\/\/\/

Mission - Featherless

***

"Mac, you got that?"

"Yes."

"What does it say?"

"Do you think I have done PhD in Russian ?"

"Nope"

"Then...."

"Philip, Alex, get ready... Evac is on its way, eta 10 min." (Radio)

"Copy that, Murph. We are leaving the building. Charges are set & should go up in 30."

"Copy that." (Radio)

"Get ready Alex, we are leaving...."

"Yeah & switch that to single shot. You always leave it in auto."

Click-

"Happy now."

"Good, let's go..."

***

"Philip... Where are you...?" (Radio)

"We... are in, some short of ally, near the water tanker."

"Copy that, evac should be..."

"Murph... What's that..." (Radio)

"Wait... What an T-14 doing here...?" (Radio)

"What T-14. What you guys are talking about...?" (Radio)

"Philip.... Alex.... get out of there...."

"What....?"

Boom!

Boom!

Whiii! Whii! Whii!

Gun fire...

"Shit... Murph.... Mark....?"

Boom!

"Philip, we have to get out of here...?"

"But..."

Gun fire...

Boom!

"There is no time..."

Boom! (Ear ringing noise)

***

In an open field, two individuals could be seen running desperately towards a certain direction for their life & behind them dozens of soldiers with guns were following them. Both of them were wearing full black military clothing devoid of any flags or name tags. They were sent here to this godforsaken land to retrieve data from a research facility by the CIA codenamed Operation Featherless.

Everything was going smoothly until it wasn't.

"Keep running..."

"How far..."

"I don't know."

"Behind that tree, behind that tree..."

Haaa! Hoooo! Haaa! Hoooo!

"Are they gone?"

"No..."

"F1, do you have the package?" (Radio)

"Yes... Yes, we have it."

"Copy that & what is your location?"

"Loaction...9.1.8.3.2.0..."

"Copy that."

"What are you guys doing...?"

"This is Warthog-219 approaching... Danger close."

"What... No... No..."

Boom!

Brrrt!

"Shit...."

Boom!

Brrrt!

"Fuck's sake..."

"Are they dead...?"

"Эй... Стой там..."

"No...."

"Shit... Run..."

"Стреляй в них... стреляй..."

"No... No..."

Gun fire....

"We re gonna die..."

"Fuck!"

"Огонь..."

"What..."

"Get Down..."

BOOM!

Once again, the chase continued, but for how long they can run.... It was impossible to run from certain death.

"Philip...?"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

An earth shattering noise rung out a massive chain of explosion were heard from the distance.

"какой..."

Boom!

"Alex, shoot them...."

Gun fire...

"Нет...Нет...Нет..."

Gun Fire.

"Hey... hey... Where the fuck is evac....?"

"Command... this is F1... Command this is F1.... Come in Command..."

No reply was heard from the command. They tried several times, but no response.

"So what should we do now... We can't stay here..."

"Wait.... What's that..."

"That's a Viper... We are saved, Philip... We are saved..."

"Hey... Hey..." Two started waving happily towards the incoming helicopter.

"Why he is stuck there...?" asked Alex, noticing the helicopter not coming towards them.

"What....?"

An AGM-114 Hellfire missile flew out from the helicopter's wing &...

"No....."

Boom!

The End.

***

Philip awoke with a shout as his hoarse voice echoed throughout the wide stone room, as he lay on a massive bed with a canopy above him. As he looked around, he saw a beautiful yet unfamiliar room, which resembled a room of some royal household.

Rubbing his eyes to make sure he was still not sleeping, he blinked twice and once more looked at his strange surroundings.

'Was not I supposed to be... dead?'

... was the first thought that crossed his mind, but realizing that he was still breathing and seeing just fine, he thought, perhaps someone had rescued him moments before his death, and right now he was in a hospital.

And with each passing second, he realized that this was not the case as he realised his surrounding didn't match of a hospital at all.

'Why?'

"What happened to me?"

"What...! This isn't my voice."

Looking at his hands and touching his face, Philip realized his skin had become too pale and smooth. As he frantically got up to find a mirror,

"guh..."

Stumbling a couple of steps, he felt a wave of pain wash over his head as he started experiencing a massive migraine followed by a severe case of vertigo.

Pain.. pain.. excruciating pain that he had never felt before engulfed his entire being as he leaned against the wall to support his body.

"Huff..huff.."

For what may have seemed to be hours passed by in seconds, and the pain slowly subsided, leaving him huffing and panting on the ground, heavily gulping for air.

It was only after 10 minutes that he finally stood back up.

As he started walking again, a strange sensation tickled his brain, as he felt a sense of discontinuity between his movements.

At first, he thought it may have perhaps been due to him being suddenly waking up, but actually, more than him not being used to moving his body, it was more like he was not used to his body at all.

It almost felt as if there was a lag in his movements. But as he gradually moved more, the lag slowly disappeared.

After a bit of limping, he finally managed to get to the large mirror, which was tucked in a corner.

Black hair, sharp blue eyes, pale white skin, and a handsome face with a well-built body which didn't match Philip's previous appearance at all. He touched his face, his ears, nose everywhere and yes, his reflection also did the same. Indeed, it was him, but not him.

Thinking that someone had done plastic surgery, Philip tried to find any stitches across his face but couldn't. It was clear of any marking. Also, his height had increased a significantly. He couldn't calculate how much, but surely there was a difference. It was possible to increase height by surgery, but who would spend so much money on him?

Slap!!! a slapping noise resounded throughout the room.

"Aaaau.... Son of a bitch... That hurts." Philip slapped himself on his right cheek to confirm that he was not dreaming and the pain was the proof he needed.

Just a moment ago, he was in the woods and now he was inside someone's body.

But… How? Why?

All of this felt too real for him. Was he in some sort of real-life simulation game or something?

He moved around the room a bit more. Opening the closet, he found some extravagant clothes. Opened another room which led to an enormous bathroom, another glass door to the balcony, from where he gazed at the beautiful garden below him.

Just where was he? Who was he?

Philip was shocked but soon another thing happened which literally pushed him backwards & he fell on the ground.

A blue translucent screen was hovering above his eyes as few texts appeared on them & someone spoke.

"Want to be a man befitting of your name? Want to have a harem? Want to be an Emperor? Welcome dude... I am your friendly neighbourhood system, Lyson, who is going to help you with all this. Just sit tight & we are gonna have a lot of fun." (Marvel Spiderman theme song playing)

"What the fuck...? & Why is that song playing...?"

"Stop shouting, you dumbass!"

"Who... Who is talking..?" Philip couldn't understand what was going on with him & now this. Was it some sort of prank?

"Me dude... Look in front of you..."

"Who....?" shouted Philip.

"Fuck... Can't you see this blue screen like thingy?"

"Yeah, I can see it, but what?"

"That's me."

"What?"

"What did you except a sexy lady with big boobs... No buddy, that's not gonna happen?"

Saying nothing, Philip sat down on the bed & closed his eyes. First, his own people blew him up & now some impractical thing called a system was talking with him. How was that even possible?

"You can't run away from me, you know...?"

"Just what are you?" asked Philip, slowly opening his eyes & the screen was before him.

"Like I said before, I am Lyson your System."

"Ok, then what do you do?"

"You can call me an omnificent God who knows everything from the beginning to the end," replied the Lyson in a sarcastic tone.

"You can tell me everything."

"Yes."

"Then where the fuck am I? What the fuck am I? Where is Alex? Where are the others?"

"Calm down dude, cam down..."

Philip just looked at the screen with a deadpan look, which was writing each & every word Lyson was speaking.

Then he heard a knock on the door and a girl, probably in her twenties, wearing some clothes that Philip had never seen, entered the room with a bowl of water and a towel in her hands.

Philip had never seen something like this. Was she even real?

She placed the bowl and the towel on the table and looked towards Philip, who was looking at her strangely, which was too weird for her. She was working here for the past 5 years and had done the same job for like 2 years and this was the first time.

"Milord, please wash your face."

"Milord, please wash your face."

"..."

Philip just kept staring, but it was getting weirder with each passing minute for her.

"Milord..."

"Are...you talking to me?" Philip said, pointing his finger to himself.

"Yes, Milord," said the maid awkwardly.

"But...I...am not milord, I am Philip."

"Milord... I don't understand. Who is Philip?"

"What... I am Philip." Again Philip said, pointing both of his hands to himself.

Now the maid could feel something was wrong with the man in front of him. He was acting as usual till yesterday, but now he was calling himself Philip.

"But milord, you are Maximillian, not Philip."

"Maximillian... who?"

"You are Maximillian Von Lexius, Milord."

"What? I am not Maximillian Von... I am Philip."

"Yes, you are Dumbass." shouted Lyson.

"Stop calling me dumbass... You piece of garbage."

"Oh... Sorry Lord Maximillian ..."

"For Fuck's sake, who is this damn Maximillian ?"

"It's you." said the maid.