He did not enter the platform until Friday. Hell was real, he was pissed off at people making it fun. He adjusted his calendar and showed Friday as a day off in the uber app. He would make good money thanks to The Order. He has extended his holiday to two days, making it Friday and Sunday. The word day off soothed his nerves.
He was going to meet with Ismail. He had texted the old man where the crack would open. He also mentioned the popular application, but the man did not reply on that subject. This time he stopped behind a shop instead of the subway. Esenler Street Number 7 Shop. How would the crack open? It was impossible to see the change in the dark tunnel on the way by subway.
Parked his car. Ismail's car was just ahead. When Baran entered, they would send someone from the MIT to leave his vehicle at his house. He had left the key in the ignition. He hugged his jacket tightly and went to Ismail's side. The man was looking at his trunk. He had seen Baran's coming.
"You look tired. How is your sleep?"
"I've had nightmares a few times. And this stupid platform bothers me. It annoys me when people mock it. It's nonsense to even legally share it!"
"They don't know the truth and they will never know because they can't get there. Don't worry about them. They are just ordinary people who want to add fantasy to their boring lives." said the old man like he wasn't bothered.
"I am worried that they will find out that it is real somehow. Think about it: You can go to Hell while living, even Heaven! This changes the whole world. There are billions of people who believe in religions based on the belief in the afterlife!''
"We are one of those countries," said Ismail calmly.
Baran spoke with anger.
"Don't you mind that? That our religion is actually bullshit?"
"I don't care frankly. Who said it was bullshit? Did you meet God below? Or Allah? Or Buddha?"
"N-No. I didn't meet any of them."
Ismail scratched his beard.
"Believe what you want to believe. You are young. You are questioning. By my age, you focus less on questioning and living."
Baran shook his head. It was clear that Ismail did not want to talk about it. He would try to talk to him later. At a more convenient time.
"Well… I need to find a magic door or something? I don't see anything abnormal."
"The door has already opened. Twelve o'clock, it's already Friday. Waiting for you to enter."
"Where?"
He gestured to the back door of the shop.
"There."
"The shop lights are not lit. The alarm system is working. The door is probably locked."
"The door is open. You will see it when you try."
"I'll just open it and go, huh?"
"Take this with you before you go. I researched the application you mentioned. Videos will be a great help in our research below."
He handed the small action camera supported by straps to Baran. Baran looked at the man in disbelief.
"You are serious."
He put on the straps and locked the two collars. The camera standstill. The camera started recording at a nice angle on his shoulder.
"Even if the items you brought down from this world disappear, they will return intact with you. Don't worry about the camera. You just focus on your dive."
"I look like I'm going hiking or rafting."
"Armors are expensive, weapons are more expensive than them. Thanks to the angle of the camera, no one will see your face, nor how you look. We don't want your identity revealed."
''Why is it so important to see my face?''
''The identities of members of the agency such as the FBI, Mossad, KGB, and our MIT must be kept secret. All for your safety.''
''Wait! Are you saying that members of other organizations may also be using this application too?''
''Maybe, maybe not.''
"What about armors and weapons? Special items?''
"You ask a lot of questions. I'll tell you another time."
Baran started walking to the locked door of the shop. Ismail stopped him.
"Wait. Show me your gun."
He took out his gun and showed it to Ismail.
"You can't kill those monsters with this."
"From the outside, yes, but from the inside their flesh is soft. They die for a single bullet."
Ismail never thought that way. He would have preferred a short dagger or a sword. He wouldn't have had a shortage of bullets either.
"Hmm. Are you waiting until they open their mouths and bite you?"
"That's my plan."
"No wonder you don't live too long."
"This time it will be different."
He walked to the door. Pulled the handle of the locked door and opened it. Hell was against it. Cave walls and scarlet lights. Baran checked his gun. He had already forgotten the existence of the camera working on his shoulder. "This time it will definitely be different."