In an underground bunker located near a small Indian town, three middle eastern men were gathered around a small and round oak table. The oak table was the only piece of furniture in the entire room. the room was the size of an average living room and had four gray walls with the east wall containing a doorway at its center. The roof above the men consisted largely of packed dirt and stone held up by wooden beams. These three men were the last surviving leaders of "The Revolutionists" an extremist organization hell-bent on destroying the recently established world government and restoring the old world borders. Most of the people in this organization were criminals in some country or another, and the abolition of borders had set them on the run once again this time with almost no known safe havens left in the world. Thus these men banded together in a last-ditch effort to fight against their fate.
One of the three men around the table, a stocky man with a thick beard and bushy eyebrows, placed a small spherical device in front of him. His name was Jabari, he was the one in charge of utilizing and maintaining their stolen military technology.
"Display."
After the man's command, the device whirred into action and a 3D holographic map of the surrounding 5 kilometers of terrain began floating above the oak table. This device was using several stolen military drones to scout their surroundings. The terrain outside consisted mainly of forests and it seemed quiet with no visible abnormalities.
"It seems they haven't found us yet, Boss." Spoke Jabari.
Another one of the men at the table shook his head.
"They may have already sent a small detachment with some anti detection gear. Your scouting drones are not perfect, we can't afford to let out guard down."
This man, Ahmed, was the current leader of the small branch of the revolutionists working in their base. He used to be the second in command but ended up being promoted when their previous leader was killed while escaping with the group from their previous base in the middle east. Ahmed was a thin-faced man with narrow eyes and a pallid countenance. He was fairly skinny and far weaker physically than most of the men remaining at the base. Despite this, Ahmed used his scheming mind and his exceptional shooting skills to retain his position as the leader of the base.
"Salman you take some men and scout some of the thicker areas in the forests." commanded Ahmed "Considering the technology of the world government they've probably found our approximate position and sent some scouting parties, we can't let them find our exact location yet."
Salman the third man at the table, and the captain of their elite squad was a tall and muscular fellow with a large, shaved head. Hearing Ahmed's command he simply nodded his head and picked up his gun, preparing to leave the room.
At that moment the only door to their room slowly creaked open.
"who'd there?!" Exclaimed Ahmed as his hand reached for the pistol at his waist.
The door opened further and, for a moment the three men grew relieved as there was none in the hallway outside the door. Before they were able to realize the abnormality of an empty hallway in their densely populated bunker, a man peeked into the room from the left of the doorway his assault rifle cocked and its muzzle pointed at the three figures at the center of the room.
SHHK!
SHHK!
SHHK!
The barely audible sound of the gun rang out as the man fired two rounds at Salman hitting him twice in the upper chest and knocking him down. The third shot was fired at Ahmed. Although the shooter was extremely skilled, firing three shots rapidly while coming around a corner within a second was extremely difficult. He had to determine the position of the target, aim his weapon, and fire in almost the same moment. due to this, the third shot was slightly off target, hitting Ahmed in his abdomen instead of his chest.
After being hit Ahmed dropped to the ground holding his stomach his gun already forgotten and still strapped to his waist. Although Ahmed was very cunning, and a skilled sharpshooter, he had never actually been shot before due to his privileged position in the organization.
SHHK!
The man at the doorway didn't waste any time immediately finishing the squirming Ahmed with a carefully aimed shot to the head. He then turned the muzzle of his rifle toward the last remaining man, Jabari.
While Ahmed was inexperienced with getting shot, he had at least been in some combat and had a gun on him at all times, this was not the case for Jabari. Jabari had been a hacker before he became a Revolutionist in order to avoid going to prison. Even during his time working for them, he had never actually fought in any battles. Jabari was always protected in the base using his technological expertise to assist his comrades. Due to having a gun pointed at him, Jabari was now on the ground, shaking. Jabari looked once again at the intruder, he was wearing a camouflage military uniform that would have been considered standard had this been the 21st century. The gun he was holding also seemed like some thing that came out of the 21st century, as compared to modern guns produced with the power of 23rd-century technology his weapon would be considered bulky and oversized. The gun also had a large silencer at the front of it which Jabari recognized as the latest model of silencers used by the world government, the only visible modern piece of equipment Jabari could see on the man. The only other notable aspects of the man were his tool belt and his backpack both of which had many retro-looking pieces of equipment tightly adhered to them in order to prevent them from shaking and making noise. The strange assortment of antiquated tools of the man in front of Jabari did little to relieve him, instead, it just increased his fear as he shook even harder. Jabari had discovered the identity of his attacker. The antiquated weapons and tools, the old military outfit and that inhuman accuracy and speed with firearms. The clues all pointed at one man, "The Immortal".