An impactful visual of blue avian birds flocked through the air.
These birds plunged in groups into the drifting clouds, relishing in the clean atmosphere and chilling breeze as they traversed the clear skies.
Currently, in the year 1,200 P.H, the number of tropical settlements on the surface of planet earth could be counted by double digits, no more and perhaps less. As these birds traversed the salty winds above the crescent moon islands, they suddenly phased through an invisible electromagnetic field of layers upon layers of dense energy fluctuations.
Puff!
Instant annihilation!
This force field was a dome of energy shrouding the vast range of one of these few tropical settlements. From an outsider bird-eye view, there is nothing but unfolding, undulating waves of deep azure waters. Progressing and receding through the course of nature.
But, under the veil of this dome, one can glimpse at masses of the floating crescent moon-shaped islands, hovering a decent amount of miles above the sea surface under the support of a weird magnetic field.
These islands were built atop a rare crystalline ore mine in the depths of the ocean. This ore mine radiated lethal energy that generated naturally during the post-hibernation phase of humanity, it wasn't until recent years that the infamous Doom Of Dawn organization dispatched a research team in order to monopolize this danger zone, crafting it into one of its most secretive hideout spots.
The research team was able to craft a method that used these radiations as a foundation for establishing a lethal force field with anti-satellite features and genetical corrosive inertia, sundering apart any residual forms of life that phase through the peripheral boundaries.
On these floating islands, countless buildings were arranged in tandem to the degree of lethality, the closer one got to the core, the higher the intensity of the force field.
Center the paradoxically arranged islands was a massive piece of land dedicated towards a single tower, this tower stood high and mighty, impacting directly into the clouds.
The spiral architecture left one wondering in awe about what sort of a luxurious interior may reside within.
....
Huu~
Loud humming noise accompanied by waves of heat and vapor landed on a steel platform in front of this tower.
A massive hovercraft the size of a plane slowly descended before it parted open its rear rail staircase.
Posh...
Ebbs of cloudy steam coiled around the platform as a squad of ten black armored agents swarmed outward, each pair of them pushed a hover-capsule the size of an adult male.
These capsules seemed like specialized cryo-sleep chambers, one can notice the layers of ice and frosty breath percolating from the translucent windshields, but it is impossible to peer into the content of these five capsules.
"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" The agents shouted in a low and orderly manner as they advanced into the bottom floors of the tower, followed by a middle-aged man in a formal suit and a jade mask.
This man's name is Rose Richfield, he is responsible for intercontinental human trafficking. Of course, R.R is just a code name, his real identity is shrouded in numeral mysteries.
...
A few minutes later, a group of white-clothed men headed by a tall, muscular figure approached the five capsules.
This tall figure stood in sharp contrast with R.R, their hawk-like eyes glaring back and forth amongst themselves, the tension slowly conveyed into conceptual sparks of electricity in the air.
Of course, neither of the two decided to yield, but the group of subordinates in the background broke in a cold sweat from the pressure.
This white-clothed tall man's code name was Ruby Junestone, also known as R.J, an intercontinental groomer, his job is to supervise the growth of potential talents and future assassins for the organization. In the past, R.R happened to be promoted around the same period of his demotion, he even suspected that R.R has undermined him for a higher authority in the organization, thus the two were like polar opposites- Ice & Fire.
R.J snorted coldly, and without looking at the capsules he asked, "Is 'he' in there?"
Although his voice was faint, it still carried an obvious hint of dissatisfaction and hostility.
In fact, out of the five shipments for this decade, R.J only cared about a single variation bloodline candidate who is said to have successfully undergone a genetical metamorphosis.
R.R sneered and gestured with his chin towards a certain cryo-sleep capsule, not saying anything.
Following that gesture, R.J walked unhurriedly towards the capsule, although his steps were calm, one can notice visible fluctuations in his emotional spectrum- everyone here is a professional assassin after all.
Beads of sweat damped over R.J's forehead as he approached the capsule and tapped onto the amber button with the word 'Intel' inscribed over it in Latin characters.
Then, a holographic projection appeared with the available data regarding the person sleeping within the capsule.
...
[ Name: Eddison Garcia. ]
[ Alias: N/A. ]
[ Code Name: N/A. ]
[ Age: 19. ]
[ Genetical Code: Classified. ]
[ DNA structure: Classified. ]
[ General Status: Malnourished. ]
[ Mental Status: Apathetic Disorder. ]
...
Reading through the details and biographic descriptions, R.J's lips curved up into a smile as he laughed heartily and said, "Good! Very good! I wonder what floor will he slaughter his way up to before graduation! Hahaha!"