Author note: Watch out for grammatical errors and other mistakes.
Two years later.
"Table for two. More ribcage steak for table six!"
"Coming up!" It was 20 dollar per hour and tips here and there could let him earn him 60 to 80 dollars per three hours, 240 per week since he had to work for 4 days a week and around 1000 per month.
And ninety percent of it will go to his rent for the apartment.
It had HeatingTub, Shower, Kitchen, Oven, Range, Refrigerator, Hardwood, FloorsTile, Floors Dining, Room Large Bedrooms and Yard. It was perfect for him to start a new life.
Off course, it was only a temporary adjustment he had to put up with for the time being.
On the dual sided tv, hung perfect on the wall where people could get watch from both sides.
"....hear what Mr. Donovan Li has to say about his impending election as the next congressman?"
"Not to think highly of myself but we guarantee to ensure better hospitality, work ethic and transparency, subtle clearance to reduce tax levy..." it was blah blah nonsense which he couldn't grasp from there on. It was all political lies.
'Tyranny of Majority,' is the befitting definition for present government system.
"Ah," he momentarily stopped to ask his omega boss, "can I take the call it's from my aunt." With a second pause, he added in case she refuses, "it's an emergency."
She was discussing with the other waiters about the up-coming new menu that we had to think up.
"Don't take too long. You know how crazy it gets during lunch break." Sure he knew how busy it gets. Even the tips was more by the regulars who loved the cook. As manager, she already has lot in hand yet she's understanding of her fellow omega workers.
He just nodded and off he went to pick the call through the back door.
"Aunt Yan." It was all business. He mumbled.
"How's the job?" She was whispering loudly. From the background, he could hear parties and laughter.
"Good (I guess). You meant job at the radio station right?" Before he made a plan to run away, his aunt also fully prepared where he had to go and where he would get the job from her dear friend. The friend was trust worthy enough for her to entrust the omega.
"Started as an intern and now, I get to work as an announcer." He was proud of what he was achieving. For two years on his own, it was worth trying to survive.
"Just few more weeks, I'll wire you the last amount required to move away for good." All these two years, she was transferring the money using other accounts into his and with the amount he saved up, he was good to start exploring more of the world.
Reluctant to even ask, he had to know, "did he stop looking for me?"
"All that workaholic ever care about is work. I hope so." She was rubbing her temples, walked outside the balcony so no one would overhear her, "Keep away from medias for three more month or so. Then you can go wherever you want. "
"I-" Before he could even thank her for what she had done for the past few years, she cut the call. As expected, she doesn't like him.
Don't get it wrong: Yan Li was an ambitious alpha who became part of politics and hates drama or being to topic of gossip more than anything.
Getting rid of him was a better option. Even he thinks that.
"Jay Ziran! Come here! We need extra hands!" He shove his phone into his apron, rub, pinch his cheeks. It was no time or place to go all grim.
"Coming!" He opened the back door of the restaurant, make himself smaller as he could to fit between the small space. The chef and his assistant waited for none and he wasn't an exception. Their towering backs tossed his body like a ball til the exit of the kitchen.
They would snicker, as always. Once in a while, they teased the omegas and made fun of them. There was nothing he could do. He could only roll his eyes and leave as soon as possible.
"Ja-!"
"Hereherehere." The omega raised his hand, right on time to stop her from causing any more commotion. Everybody knows how loud she gets if things doesn't go her way. To simply put it, she was a 'perfectionist'.
She slipped the Table Card. "Table nine. Take their orders. Six finished. Take your tips." Nodding, his legs swiftly moved to nine, noting the orders for trio: an alpha female and an omega female with a child. It was a family restaurant. So, the atmosphere here was always cheerful and warm with omegas.
This restaurant usually and mainly hires omega as waitress or waiter. As one can guess, people thinks omegas are all flowery and nice. It was in their nature to be kind.
He was used to things around him.
"Jay? Are you OK?" One of the omegas tapped his shoulder to get his attention. She must have thought he was under some kind of stress for it was unusual for him to suddenly stop.
"I wish things never change." He prayed before his walked away to resume his work.
On different scenarios, the brute was out in the field sandy dessert, hidden within the caves when sand storm picked up. Sand dune began to form on their feet.
He kept an clear view of their surrounding, reading the target distance with his hand on trigger, releasing and holding it.
He had to close more distance.
Approximately 400m away from his hiding spot.
It was the place with highest security. And it was too tight for them to even shoot down the real arm dealer.
"Side chick. The building in 6 o' clock to your left." The cocky guy scoffed at the nick name. Nonetheless, he had to put up with it for the time being. He was assigned to handle the armaments in store.
'Snake, now.' the Captain shot out two of the keepers on the gate, while the Snake dragged the bodies into the oil drum. She ruffled the sand trails to erase all form of evidences.
'Dodo.' Next objective was to search and rescue mission for the hostage in the building. Never would have the enemies guessed a counter attack after two of the team went down. They had to retreat as they had successfully managed to draw the enemies attention. Right when they were winning, dirty tricks are always up their sleeves.
Taking their own country men and women hostage along with few of the officers. Frankly speaking, they betrayed their country so what else could make any difference betraying their own race and people.
Dodo changed into their uniform, loaded the gun with ammo as Snake kept a watch and sneeked to the nearest tent to check the 'treasure box'.
'Fox?'
'On position, Ghost.' It was time he made his entry on the field.
Ready as ever, his boots didn't even make a sound as he ran for the door. It was time to eat and they had max 30 min to finish rescuing the civilian, identify the arm dealer, destroy the cargos and then report back to their Liuetinent John Carl.
He trusted his comrades to complete the task and only thing that remained for him to meet the master mind behind it.
Rolling over, he made it two to three feet away from the 'room'. Before they return, he had to get collect more info about the other party who was supplying the goods.
When one of them spoke up saying he was going to relieve himself, he found a perfect opportunity.
Stepping behind the cloth, he dropped the coins and money beneath him. The armed man stepped right into his trap and jumped the guy from behind him, choking by his neck as he struggled and thrashed around to call out for help.
It had more than enough space to hide the body.
Once he turned to check the other guy, he had already left the post.
"All clear within your Perimeter, Ghost." Reported Fox to him.
"Report your situation." "Dodo. In the tent, Ghost. No one in sight."
"Snake. On move. Hostage in vicinity." She had more to say but held back sympathy, "Silvia Orrington, Private First Class, Time: 14: 00, xx, xx, 2xxx, reported dead. Three officers, gravely injured.' This line of work will required life and death situation and many a times, even losing an important officers.
This is one loss. He counted.
"Rescue the survivors and call the Liutinent. Something is wrong here."
'This is too easy.' Too suspicious and too silent.
It was not long after he noticed, someone was keeping an eye on him.
'Fuck. A trap.' Before he could reposition, he was getting surrounded.
"'سلاحت را رها کن"
He looked confused. Pretended.
"Down. Weapon!"
Thought so. He had to unstrap all his belongings to the side as they pushed it away from him.
Before he could speak up, the back of his knee cap got hit by the weapon to kneel him to the ground with the tip of the gun in his head.
'خفه شو لعنتی! شما سگ های دولتی'
They were cautious enough to stop him from alerting any of his mates with his ear piece. They cut it and pushed him into the room.
'Who would have thought they would lead me into my destination on their own?' Four alpha guards on the side and two beta to the right of counter filled with maps, documents.
Rest were waiting outside the room.
"Who we have here. Captain RUde?!" He had accents in his words but enough for him to understand.
Most of the terrorist were Alphas and so was the buyer. His nose were as good as any dog. Which is why, he could make out their gender from pheromones.
Not a surprise. There are rarely anyone who doesn't recognize him.
"Actually it's Ruth." He corrected. 'At least get the name correct.'
"Whatever Dog." That was a huge leap from his real name.
"The first one was more preferable." He added again.
"Shut! You talk lot!"
The leader wasn't a big fan of people correcting him. Probably because he thought himself as the great 'Osama Bin Ladin'.
"So," he needed to talk it out to buy more time, ten minutes was enough and then he had to plan his escape. "Who smuggled you those weapons?"
There was no way the other was going to tell him. He had to keep them talking.
"You mutt don't even suspect your masters. Tsk." One thing was clear. It's the inner person hidden.
"Oh? At least we're a loyal dogs, not some bitches." 7 min more.
Bash! The brute was hit across his face, held his arms up and punched to the gut.
"Tell us where your dogs are?!"
He only stifled his grin spitting on the boots of a grunting leader, though his lips was cut. "Even punches like a bitch."
Patience in the leader snapped and decided to take the matter to his own hand. He snatched the hand guns, "we no time! Tell or die!"
"Why? Can't keep your guest waitin?" The old man's eyes twitched indicating the arm dealer was on their way. His footing was towards the door, in a rush.
"اسلاوی می خواست مشکلی نداشته باشد، نه؟! چرا این حرومزاده در پایگاه ماست؟! مگه نگفتی ارتش عقب نشینی کرد؟ اگر "او" بفهمد، این معامله را از دست می دهیم! و اگر این کار را بکنیم، تمام سرتان در خط است. گرفتش!؟"
("Slavi wanted no problem didn't he?! Why is this bastard in our base?! Didn't you say the armies retreated? If 'he' finds out, we lose this deal! And if we do, all of your head is on the line. Got that!?")
The leader smacked on his people on their head, barked and lashed out.
They must have been convinced he doesn't get the language and it was OK to order them around.
'Let's depose of him and then the other before anything.'
"Guess there is no use pretending anymore." He had the betas where he wanted-- towards the window.
He raised right hand even higher, as if he was signing someone.
It was too late for them to notice that the sniper was already locked onto the targets and shot through their back.
The buyer hid behind the armed terrorist.
Being an dominant alpha had his perk. He released his pheromones, stunt the other Alphas to their place and brawling on the floor, too scared to even move.
Betas was immuned and it was first save to get rid of them.
One-by-one, he got rid of ones who landed a blow in his face.
'Should have hit harder.' They were at his mercy,
"'بیایید مرگ شما را کمی سخت تر کنیم، آیا؟'"
(Let's make your death a bit harder, shall we?)
He knocked out the rest out, picked his straps.
'Make a sound and you're dead.' The brute threatened.
Because of the earlier noises, people outside the door became suspicious.
"Boss? We're coming in."
"No. Stay out. The dealer calls." The buyer even knew he couldn't converse in other language. He was stuck.
"Okay." Their footsteps became faint.
It was obvious what the brute was going to ask. Before he even asked, he offered deals, "you work with me and I give you money, drugs, all. What you say?"
"Then, give me all your assets and properties." The buyer frowned at his demand.
"No possible is it? Then let's just get to the topic."
"I don't know who he is. We only call him 'Slavi', everybody does. We know how greedy he is with money but his obsession with safety exceeds his greed. I know nothing more." He was going to stay shut.
"Why did you say we never suspects our own master?" These buyer had his own words biting him back.
"What were you going to buy?"
"New drugs for omegas. He shipped it here early this morning." Ruth hurriedly check the time. It was already 20 min has passed.
The grenades he had in hand. He could make an made an exit through the window. It was second stored building.
'Oi.' He pulled the buyer from his collar, pushed him to run, 'this place is going to explode. Run while you can."
Terror filled his hand when Ruth pulled the pin as he made a landing outside.
The explosion alerted the rest of the enemies but nothing was going to stop their plans from executing.
"That's our queue." Snake was already out with the hostages and now everything was on Dodo.
With one press, everything was send ablaze, no more base. The means of transport was also set to flame.
'Home sweet Alabama!' 'Side chick' watched the show from afar with bags full of samples of the new drug.
Helicopters made its final entry from afar.
"Mission success. Time to go back home."