Searching in Eternity

By Boromir

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Dedicated to the Track and Field runners that are seniors of the class of 2018

You were some of the best friends I have ever had

You helped me realize who I was meant to become and helped me achieve personal glory

You will never be forgotten, and your impact on our school will always last

I wish you well wherever life may take you and hope to see you around soon

Goodbye my good friends,you shall be missed

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"War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade"

Percy Bysshe Shelley

******Chapter 1: The Assassination******

It was cold and bitter in Moscow that morning, matter of fact every morning had been that way for the past week. Coldness and bitterness are one of the things that Russia is renowned for. The cold lifeless streets slowly started to regrow with life as citizens moved to get to their desired location. One similarity among the citizens was their preparations for the cold, they had some type of winter jacket with other winter attire, such as a hat or gloves or boots.

While the citizens scurried around on the streets, a convoy emerged from a nearby building; the National Defense Center. The convoy consisted of four black identical Mercedes Benz S 600. These were the official cars that the Soviet state used to transport their officials in, one of these cars contained the target.

On the rooftop of a building close to the Kremlin rested a man. His body was built, but this was not evident because he wore various black body padding. The man wore a tactical mask that was split between two colors, the right side was orange and the left side was black. The right orange side had an eye hole while the black left side lacked one. The man had a a M40 sniper rifle perched on the ledge of the rooftop and aimed it down. Now who is this man and what is his intentions? This man had some alias’s such as Deathtroke or simply the Terminator. But he was simply known among his friends,family, and colleagues as Slade Wilson.

Slade waited there patiently, praying that he wouldn’t mess up on his task, eliminating a Soviet military officer, General Arkday Grigorvich. Of course Slade knew he probably wouldn’t mess up, for he had been doings this since ‘59, but he was still nervous. But he had to put all his nerves away for the prey had almost arrived.

The four cars steadily approached the gates of the Kremlin ;the once beautiful citadel of the Tsar, now the top fortress of the Soviet Union. Slade watched like a hawk through his scope as one by one men in Red Army uniforms departed from the cars. He waited until he saw him, and then finally it happened. General Grigorvich exited his vehicle, the second to last car. Slade knew it was him, his uniform was of that of a general; his peak cap had a different design, his uniforms insignia and rank were different to his peers, and he had many more medals than any of the other other other officers. All of the officers and guards snapped to attention and respectfully gave him a salute. He gave a salute back to them, signalling them to go at ease. The general began to talk with nearby officers, he faced in the direction of the building Slade was on. Slade waited anxiously for him to turn away from the direction he was facing, that way he was turning his back to Slade, that is when he would be able to take the shot. With him turned away it would be a little easier for him to make the kill, because right after the kill the generals peers would be confused and could not exactly pin point where the shot came from.

It seemed like forever until the General faced away from Slade, this was his chance. He steadied his scope and aimed right for the neck of the general. He took one last breathe in and then he did it he took the shot.

His suppressor was well made so very little sound was made, but who was there to hear it? He was alone on top of a building. He steadily got up and began to pack his things, he knew his mission was a success. He heard the angry and confused cries of Russian soldiers alongside alarms. He looked over one final time to see the results and sure enough he saw well results, Russian police cars and ambulances were gathered around the sight were the general was shot down. Slade then turned around and walked toward the nearby stairwell on the rooftop.

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Killing General Grigorvich was probably one of the easier parts of the mission, now came the harder part getting out of Moscow ,alive. While stealthy maneuvering, Slade had noticed that the local police suddenly were becoming more observant and stricter, often pulling over people they found “suspicious” and checking their bags and questioning them. He couldn’t blame them if one of his nation's high ranking military officials were assassinated moments before, he too would have been more observant and stricter, interrogating any suspicious nearby characters.

Lucky for Slade he didn’t have to worry about the police for he moved stealthy above them, zipping via clothes lines , climbing and running on stair cases on the side of buildings, and anything he could climb as means of quick transportation , mainly ledges. He had at least traveled two miles before things became hectic.

He was climbing either his eleventh or twelfth building before he noticed he was right below him were a duo of Russian police, one smoked a cigarette while the other was pointing over at something, both were armed with AK-47 assault rifles. The two muttered things to each other in Russian, they were deep in conversation. He noted that these two seemed more laid back and were not as observant as other Russian officers he had seen, this would make things a lot easier. After briefly planning the fastest and stealthiest route, he attached the his grapple on the clothes line and began to slowly move above them. He was at least halfway there when he encountered a bird, it noticed him and began screeching and flapping at Slade, it was 30 long, tedious and loud seconds before the stupid animal had flew away.

Slade knew one thing....he was toast. He heard one of the Russians say “Ostanovis’ pryamo tam!”.

All Slade could think to himself was “shit......”

He had to think fast, so he pulled off one his bags, an irrelevant satchel containing ropes,extra grapples,extra harness’s and hooks, he threw it at the two policemen who had their weapons sights locked on him. The bag was a quick diversion that gave him a brief amount of time to elude his enemies. He then quickly zipped over on the clothes line to the next building. He had been trained to be able to quickly strip off a harness. He swiftly removed it and headed to the nearby window.

PTHEW PTHEW PTHEW!

The confusion of the two policemen was quick to end and they responded with gunfire to Slade’s escape. This attracted more and more police units.

It was not less than a second after entering the building that Slade began to maneuver the halls and find a safe-spot to hold off his enemies. From outside and downstairs he heard the angry and confused cries of Russian police, this was accompanied by the harsh knocking and slamming of doors. After a few minutes of carefully and swiftly maneuvering the halls Slade had found it, a single room which appeared to be unoccupied. As Slade entered the room of the building he had worked hard to get to, he did an analysis of his surroundings. “One door, three windows, a table, two chairs, and a small furnace.....nothing much useful here”.

Just as his thought finished, a Russian policeman burst in through the door and shouted at the top of his lungs “ne dvigaytes’, vy arestovyvayete”.

Slade then slowly put his hands up and walked towards the policeman, who had kept his sights directly at Slade’s chest. When Slade was close enough to his enemy, he punched the Russian in the across the face, following his punch he kneed the Russian in the chest, forcing the Russian to slouch. Using this good opportunity, Slade decided to disarm his enemy. He took his Ak-47 rifle and then used the rifle butt to knock him out. The final blow from the rifle butt had caused the Russian to fall over and crash directly into the one table of the room, causing it to break, he was finally unconscious. Not less than a few seconds later Slade heard more muffled Russian voices from downstairs. He then set his rifle from single shot to rapid fire.

PTHEW PTHEW PTHEW!

Several shots were fired into the room, Slade at first surprised and shocked by the quick attack quickly responded with his own firing pattern.

PTHEW PTHEW PTHEW PTHEW PTHEW PTHEW!

Of course unlike the Russians, Slade was spraying and praying, hoping by chance he would hit something or someone. He realized he could not keep this up forever for a two reasons, one he would likely run out of ammunition soon, two Russian reinforcements would probably arrive soon with better weapons or riot shields. Slade then had an idea, he would make for the open window. He decided to fire a few shots to keep the Russians distracted while he made his escape.

PTHEW PTHEW PTHEWPTHEW PTHEW PTHEWPTHEW PTHEW PTHEW!

He fired what was left in his gun and made a made dash for the open window and then jumped out to the other building. He went through the window of that building and then entered. All he could hear behind him were gun shots and angry voices. He then sprinted down stairs of the building and ran out the front doors of the building, emerging himself in with the now massive crowd. He only looked back once and saw several Russian policeman yelling at each other and pointing out orders for one another. Slade knew there was only one place he could go, Belorussky Station.

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The station was crowded with people, civilians, soldiers, and workers. Slade had now removed his mask and padding and assassin gear. He now wore a trench coat with casual business wear and a fedora. He was more confident than earlier because this part was easier than earlier but still very dangerous, so he couldn’t get too overconfident. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t be completely deprived of confidence, for instance he had already planned out his travel route, the train would take him from Moscow, Russia to Warsaw, Poland ,and they would travel through various other Eastern Bloc nations. After arriving in Poland, Slade would take a train to East Berlin, East Germany. Once in East Berlin, he would pose as a border guard at Checkpoint Charlie and when the coast is clear quickly sprint through the infamous checkpoint to West Berlin, then and only then would his mission be complete. Slade began doubting his plan but thought back to himself “Hell, if some crazy German border guard could jump it last year, than so can I, it’s not their fast enough to stop me!”

Eventually the train arrived “Perfect!”, Slade thought to himself, “with this long train ride I’ll all the freaking time in the world to plan and perfect my escape back to the West!” Slade was eventually seated to his cabin, it was a nice small room with two seats on each side. He was very lucky because no one else came in to the cabin. Eventually the train started to go and they departed the station, Slade gazed out the window, entranced by the imagery outside. All he wanted to do was go to sleep, but not yet, not until Moscow was behind him.

Eventually half an hour into the train ride they had finally gone outside of the streets of Moscow and were now into Western Russia. Knowing that Moscow was now officially behind him Slade began to doze off into a deep sleep, being tired from the events earlier that day. At first he tried to fight it but sleep eventually overcame him and he gave in. “Something tells me this is going to be one long trip” thought Slade before he entered the dream world.

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Author's Note

So that's chapter one everyone! Not very crucial to the story....but I wrote it so I can get you familiar with the character of Slade, what he can do, and how he reacts to certain situations. I promise the next chapter will develop the story more, and dive more deep into the personality of Slade and definitely some very interesting character history.

Also I thought this theme song would be fitting for both Slade, and the chapter really

But anyways please leave a comment!

Also very big thanks to the following users that helped out by editing and coming up with amazing ideas for the story:

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