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Prologue [Rewritten]
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That man was standing there, lying in complete solitude, but always accompanied by the cold, the snow and the eternal night of Nevada
Holding that lighter in his hands,customized with a kind of brand that resembled blue flames, silver in original color, it was a gift from a loved one of his, he had the habit of smoking from time to time
He didn't know how much time had passed since he felt the rays of the sun on his skin... Maybe since he was about 11 years old?
He no longer remembered exactly if they asked him, in fact, no one knew how to answer that unknown, the sky being illuminated was only a blurry memory for years...
Maybe decades, no one could remember anymore
That time he would not smoke like many other times, no, not that time
β"... Damn, when was that..?"β
He did not know well how to select his words, he did not know what to say in general, only nostalgia could fill his mind at that moment, the memories so faded from so many years ago invade the corners of his memory
Plus the cold so... Comforting, for some strange reason, was what maintained that lack of any word
β"..."β
It was those times when he could just sit for a while, think about the "nonsense" of life, only him, and the perhaps eternal icy blizzard and cold Nevada night...
Many things came and went to his mind
β"Damn, no please.."β
He didn't like to get melancholic to tell the truth, he didn't see any point in thinking about things that had already happened
"The past must stay there" said his commander, who he considers a father,to... perhaps, make the feeling worse
It was somewhat ironic that situation
That boy, although he was considered one of the most extroverted and talkative of his squadron, somehow had the ability to break his own mind thinking about things that weren't even "relevant"
"Since when did we end up like this?.."
"...Oh, right.."
He had already gotten used to seeing things since his childhood that... Made him rack his brains with thousands of questions, we can't blame him at all, he was just a simple child in the middle of such a destructive environment
It was obvious that many doubts were still stored there
Even if he was someone he trusted a lot in his life, he couldn't be 100% sure if this same person was hiding things from him or not
"...I think it's better to go back to base, it's not doing me any good to continue with this nonsense"
He said in his mind, trying, as always, to drown out and silence everything that meant even the slightest sign of being against everything he had been instructed to do
β"I really hope Ford is in the mood to talk for a while..."β
He didn't know if his friend would decide to listen to him or something, after all, the agency had things pretty clear.
They would not accept rebels or oppositors at the Army,Agency or at the High Commands of Nevada itself, at the slightest doubt, they should be "reincentivized", whether they liked it or not.
He was one of the accomplices who collaborated in that authoritarian regime,it was and is something usual for him since he joined that "noble" cause to see many people from Nevada demanding and claiming to know about the whereabouts of their friends, family, acquaintances or loved ones...
[He felt guilty about it from time to time, but that man had made it clear to him several times.]
"Sacrifices must be made and certain rules must be followed to maintain peace and tranquility in Nevada, you'll understand that sooner or later, Deimos..."
β"I think it's best to just forget about it, we gain nothing from this..."β
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"Rule number; 52"
"Any thought and/or word that is not aligned with our goals and/or ideals will not be tolerated."
"Is that clear to you or do I have to explain it to you in apples, gentlemen?.."
"SIR,YES SIR!"
