-"Slow down in the forest, I heave to know how strong I became."-Alex cracked his knuckles.
-"Eeeeh, I can bet my left ball that we will heave to run, again."- Zibi sighed and slowed to 30 km/h in the forest. -"I will talk with them first if it fails the batton is yours."-
-"Do not worry, earlier we were running because it was more convenient. Do you remember our rich boy/bodyguard play? If I remember correctly when we were doing it worked every single time."- Alex merry laugh was really loud. Sometimes Alex had a problem with girls or to get into a club. At this moments he took the role of Zibis bodyguard, and if by some chance someone tried to pick a fight with his buddy, he would step in and with a glare and grin get rid of a troublemaker. It always worked, because no one would think that a rich boy like Zibi would know neanderthal like Alex.
Then Alex pointed at the BMW that overtook them and stopped before them. Zibi stopped too.-"Are we really doing this?"- He looked at the 3 men that left the car, it seemed that they were triplets, and they looked quite professional, like a commando of some sorts, their muscles were visible under their black clothes, but they weren't near Alex size, they were bald heads and had black silicon gloves on their hands.
-"When the fight start, play TNT."
Zibi nodded and looked at the enemies. -"What are they Oceans 11?"- He looked at them with mocking expression.
The duo left the car, Alex left the crowbar on the seat and stood behind the doors and bend the knees to not show his true size.
-"Alright pipsqueaks, give back the loot and you will save your teeth."- Their leader said and crossed arms on his chest.
-"Can we think about this?"
-"Eee, no. Give back the loot or die."- Leader flicked his fingers and his two brothers or lackeys took out baseball bats.-"Loot or wpierdol"
Zibi sighed and looked at Alex. His friend smiled and took out the crowbar. He spun it in his hand and slowly started to walk towards the trio.-"Kurwa, you do not need to tell me twice."-There were 4 meters between them, Alex covered that distance in two steps and gently threw his tool towards the leader. That idiot grabbed it and stared at Alex in awe. The big guy wasn`t waiting for a holiday, front kick to the solar plexus send him into a dream world. -"That felt niece. Zibi! Hit it!"
The moment the leader landed on asphalt music started.
Alex started to move with rhythm and backstepped. He was observing startled enemies. Then words started, Alex rushed towards the thug on his left(Thug L) like a bull. Thug on his right (Thug R) moved to help his friend and swing from overhead aiming at Alex`s back. Bat almost hit him, almost, because Alex pivoted to his left and stopped right behind Thug L. He pushed him, both Thugs collided with each other and fell to the ground.
"See me ride out of the sunset on your color TV screen"
Alex won before the first verse ended, and Zibi turned it off. Alex towered over two unlucky enemies holding their baseball bats, one in each hand.-"Zbi what are we going to do with them?"-He said and pointed at his victims with the right bat.
-"I want to ask them a few questions."-Zibi slowly walked towards losers and stood before them. He had very mean look on his face. -"Who are you working for?"
They looked at each other, it seemed that Alex playing with their bats convinced them to talk.-"We do not know, we just got an address. We know nothing more.
-"Alex could you please wake up that third guy"- Alex only smiled and give the bats to Zibi. He grabbed the leader by the collar and started to slap him. 6 slaps were enough to bring him back.
Zibi asked the same question but he to know nothing, he even showed him his mobile phone as a proof. -"Okay, one last question. Where are the keys to the car?"- They answered immediately. Keys were in the car. -"Good, now strip!"
At first, they did not believe them, but when Alex prepared to take a wing aiming at their heads they obediently took off their clothes. While thugs were stripping Alex packed all their belongings into the BMW trunk. They even took their pants and socks which were burned immediately. Finally, they ordered them to run towards the village, they disappeared in the woods.
-"Zibi, Bavaria is mine."-Alex sat behind the wheel of BMW.
-"Wait dumbass. Where do you want to go?"-Zibi held the door that Alex tried to close.
-"To that place when we appeared."
-"Hmm, seem legit"-Zibi approved and sat in Paserati.
Their gues were correct, as soon as they entered the road, they appeared in their garage.
Two cars drove into the garage and parked side by side. Mike looked at them with his usual serious expression. GOD was standing beside him with completely no expression on his face.
-"My assignment has been finished what to do now?"-Alex left the car and raised his hand to the sky. Zibi, on the other hand, threw the pen drive to the GOD.
-"Good, you got a perfect score."- GOD threw back pen drive to Zibi.-"Keep it."
-"Alright, time for the cigg of victory."- Alex happily took out a cigarette and lighted it up.
-"You have 1-hour rest, then we are back to training, you have a new mission. It will be much more difficult. Leave all the things here and go back to your rooms."-Mike said and disappeared with GOD in a flash of light.
Mike and GOD appeared in the conference room. GOD sat in his chair while Mike started to walk around.
-"You still thinking about that?"
-"Dad, that is not normal. I can not do that. They are not soldiers or warriors. They do not have the skills or mentality to do that."
-"Son, you did not read their dossier as I asked you, right?"-GOD rested his chin on his right hand.-"Do it now"
Mike with a sigh took out two portfolios. They looked like those paper folders used by archives. He read thru them in a second.-"Okay, listen. This is a brief summary"
Zibi:
Nickname: Zibi
Name: Zbigniew
Surname: Dzikowski(Eng: something like "Hoger)
Characteristics:
2m tall, 60 kg, black hair, brown eyes,
Studies: Engineer degree in electronics on PWR
Hobby: Everything connected to programming, electronics, he has a hunter license allowing him to hunt in whole Poland, likes to disassemble things and assemble them again, extreme off-road cars but never had one, girls with long legs, internet trolling, paintball, mechanic, basketball
Achievements: He created a program "calculator" at the age of 10, created his own AI "Marshal"
Dislikes: vegetarian dishes, physical exercises
Wants to: create KITT
IQ:240
Fights: None
Caused/sustained injuries: 0/0
-" He is an indoor electrician. Now Alex, this a good agent."-Mike sarcastic remark made GOD smile.
Alex:
Nickname: Alex, idiot, moron, Bee, etc.
Name: Alexander
Surname: Pszczółkowski(Eng: Bee)
Characteristics:
2m tall, 120kg, brown hair, blue eyes,
Studies: Engineer degree in Management and Chemical Processing on UE Wroc.
Hobby: Distillation of his own alcohol, everything connected to chemistry and biology, Extreme off-road cars but never had one, all girls, mushrooming, mixing different chemicals, eating, paintball, cooking, basketball
Achievements: Created pure chlorine gas in his bathroom at the age of 12, made his own knife from scrap at the age of 14, the biggest amount of fouls in amateur basketball league( never penalized),
Dislikes: vegetarian dishes,
Wants to: create super soldier serum
IQ: lower than 70
Fights: None
Caused/sustained injuries: 3 broken ribs, one broken leg, severe brain damage, fractured liver, twisted ankles(multiple times), broken skull, 50 broken teeth etc/0
-"Wait, what? That musclehead has lower IQ than some monkeys! How the fuck is he still alive? How the fuck did he got that degree?"-Mike was shouting at his father.
-"First, that's not his injuries but injuries he gave to others, mainly when he was playing basketball, and I can assure you that him being an idiot does not mean he is not knowledgeable enough to get a degree in chemistry."
-"Fuck it, "-Mike hit the table with a fist.-"It does not matter, they are not warriors nor soldiers."
GOD stood up and hit his son in the back of his head-"Language please."
-"Sorry."
-"Son, believe me, I know that indoctrinating soldiers, killers and warriors could be easier for you and for them."-Mike sighed and gave up. His father plans were always succelsfull.-" You know me, I am never meddling with free will. Answering your next question. Why are they, friends? Do you remember that old cartoon? Pinky and the Brain? It was about two lab mice."- Mike nodded.-"One can not function without the other. Zibi is genius but he has a problem with simple solutions. As Alex is saying, he is overthinking. You saw that when he almost panicked."
-"Yeah, but have you seen Alex's thinking graphs, 90% food, 5% girls, 5% others. Zibi is not better 50% his PC, 40% electronics, 5% girls, 5% others."-Mike was desperate.-"Dad, let them go, we can find better people to get rid of those heretics."
-"I told you moment ago. They will decide it by themselves until that time it is your job to train them."- Angered GOD walked towards the window.-"They will decide it before the mission, now go back and help them overcome their weaknesses."- GOD disappeared in smoke. Mike did not have a choice and disappeared too. He did not like the idea of training them, because they could recruit people who were already used to killing.
Inside the living quarters, Alex was in the kitchen in his own world. Slayer Repentless was on full volume. Zibi was in his room trying to take a nap but he couldn`t. He finally gave up and waltz into the kitchen.
-"What the fuck is going on! Can you be a little quieter?"
-"WHAT!? I can`t hear you!"-Alex put his hand near his ear.
-"Turn off the fucking radio!"
They were shouting at each other until the music ended. Zibi quickly turned off the radio.
-"What are you cooking?"
-"Hungarian cakes, extra spicy."-Alex smiled.-"Want some? I made enough for a regiment."-He pointed at the mountains of potato cakes.
-"Or only for you."-Zibi sarcasm took off the smile from Alex`s face. He put 3 cakes on a plate and poured a big amount of goulash with big pieces of meat.-"Really spicy? Do you heave tzatziki?"
-"No, but I have garlic sauce."-Alex took the rest of the cakes.-"If too spicy try beer or vodka, works much better than milk."
-"Tell me, how the fucking vodka is better to drink to spicy things than milk?"-Zibi was red on his face, almost crying.
-"Capsaicin, it dissolves completely in alcohol."- Alex was calmly eating his cakes with whole peppers still in the goulash.
-"Never heard of it. Everyone will tell you that milk is better."
-"Let's make a bet, you will eat this pepper, it is Naga Viper and you will wash it dawn with 50ml of vodka. You won't even feel that you ate it. One condition, hold the liquid for 3 seconds in your mouth."
-"Go fuck your self. I ain`t doing that, I do not want to commit suicide."
-"Your will."-Alex smiled and bite that pepper, he was slowly chewing it and tasting the juice.
-"Stop it, it hurts just by looking!"
Alex did not stop but he drunk his glass of vodka and smiled.-"Told you, no pain."- Either he had stupid pain endurance or his method worked. Zibi did not want to know either of these things. He showed him the middle finger and left the kitchen he wanted to go back to sleep, but Mike`s loud shouts told them that it is time for training.
Mike was waiting for them in the sports hall with a whip in hand.-"Alright maggots, I saw what you did. Zibi you are to slow with locks, we will work on that, Alex it took you too much time to beat those thugs. I will show you how to fight but do not worry you will be learning together so you will be versed in everything that can aid on a mission. So nothing will surprise you."-Mike showed them his snow-white teeth. They did not like it. -"Today's course is Close Quarters Combat or CQC, tell me do you have any idea what this is?"
-"It something like Krav Maga or Systema."-Alex raised his hand.
-"Good, but not enough, you will learn every single martial art in the universe, and as a prize to motivate you will get only one meal for one martial art."
-"What?"-The duo said in unison.
-"No meal until you master required style."-Mike grinned and flicked his fingers.-"We will start with one of the easiest but most effective martial arts. Boxing"-Sports hall changed into a boxing gym with all the need equipment. - "The fastest way to learn is by practice, you will be fighting your clones until I will be satisfied. I will judge if you are good enough"
-"Are you fucking kidding me?"-Alex and Zibi were of one mind.
-"Do I look like a joke to you? Do not worry, we will use standard boxing rules but without gloves."
-"Can I first learn how to properly punch, and guard?"-Alex question somehow dispelled the pressure that Mike created.
-"Yes, of course. Learn and practice as much as you want."-Mike took out a chair and sat comfortably on it.-"I will be your coach. Let's start already."-He clapped his hands.
Alex looked at Zibi who was depressed just from thinking about physical exercise, but he had no choice. They walked towards different corners of the gym. They made a bet, who will be the first to eat. Who wins, then wins, who loses makes a dinner.
They changed into their tracksuits and started the training session. Alex took off his T-shirt and walked towards punching bag. He started with lefts, he remembered an old saying, Who rules the left, rules the world. Zibi on the other way took out a jumping rope and wanted to train his legs to be fast as lightning, speed was always his ally, so it should be now.
But something stopped them in their tracks. It was a shoot from AK-47.-"Who told you can use this equipment."-Mike was pissed.-"First, you need physique that is strong enough, and you do not have it."-Boys looked at each other.-"You will start with basic training, normally it would be 100 push-ups, 100 sit-ups, 100 squats, and 10 km run. just like in OPM, but you will add one more 0 to it."-The duo almost spit blood, because they had to make 1000 push-ups, 1000 sit-ups, 1000, squats, and 100 km run.-"You won't use those things until you finish this warmup."- Mike took out the radio and turned it on.-"Run!"