Meanwhile, back at CREED headquarters, all hands were on deck amidst the investigation on denumbit, days were going by and it was still uncertain what his true intentions were and who the traitor in their midst was.
Myles had settled back into his room in the CREED residential quarters. Inside the room, Myles confined himself to a corner, facing a large mirror on the wall as he zoned out, listening to the sounds of the bustling halls of CREED HQ.
His mind was consumed by the memories of his recent encounter with the mysterious attacker. The incident had left him shaken, questioning the motives and identity of his assailant. Determination surged within him, urging him to uncover the truth.
He made his way through the labyrinthine corridors of the headquarters, passing by fellow agents who acknowledged him with nods of respect. The familiar faces brought a sense of camaraderie, reminding Myles of the support he had within CREED. He needed their assistance in his quest for answers.
Arriving at the heart of the organization, Myles entered the central command room where the team was gathering for a briefing on the ongoing investigations. Director Nylar stood at the front, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room.
"We are facing a critical juncture in our battle against the resurgence of denumbit" Nylar announced, his voice filled with a mix of determination and concern. "Our mission is to protect the city and its inhabitants at all cost. Each one of you plays a vital role in this fight."
Myles listened intently, his mind focused on his personal mission while absorbing the collective effort required to combat the threats looming over them. As the briefing concluded, he discreetly approached Nylar, requesting a moment of his time.
"Nylar, I need to pursue a personal investigation alongside our main operations," Myles explained, his eyes reflecting a fierce determination. "There's someone out there who tried to take me down, and I must find out who they are and why."
Nylar regarded Myles with a mix of concern and understanding. He knew the importance of uncovering any potential traitors within their ranks and addressing personal matters that could impact an agent's performance.
"Agent Nitro, I understand your need for answers," Nylar responded, his voice steady and supportive. "You can go, you're free to carry out your investigation. But remember, we cannot afford to lose focus amidst these perilous times, denumbit's still out there."
With Nylar's blessing, Myles felt a renewed sense of purpose. He returned to his quarters within CREED HQ to prepare for his personal quest. In his dressing room, he meticulously donned his mission suit, each piece fitting snugly and providing the necessary protection for his upcoming endeavor.
As he adjusted the sleek black helmet that concealed his identity, Myles caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. The reflection showed not only the physical transformation but also the weight of responsibility that he carried as Agent Nitro.
Stepping out of the dressing room, Myles felt the adrenaline building within him. The time had come to leave CREED HQ and embark on his solitary journey. He made his way to the hangar, where his jet awaited him like a loyal companion.
The glider jet, a variant of the XsR8-- know as "PRIME", powered by a miniaturized fusion reactor core, stood sleek and aerodynamic, ready to soar through the skies. Myles approached it with reverence, a silent exchange of determination passing between man and machine.
With a confident stride, Myles climbed into the cockpit, settling into the ergonomic seat designed for maximum comfort during long missions. He fastened his harness, feeling the reassuring click of each buckle securing him in place.
Taking a deep breath, Myles activated the ignition sequence, feeling the hum of power beneath him. The fusion reactor core came to life, generating the energy needed to propel the jet through the air.
As the hangar doors opened, revealing a clear blue sky, Myles felt a surge of exhilaration. He gripped the control handles, ready to guide the glider jet toward his hometown, where his quest for answers would begin.
The jet soared into the vast expanse above, leaving behind the familiar sights of CREED HQ.
The glider jet sliced through the sky, carrying Myles closer to his hometown. His heart pounded with anticipation as he approached the familiar landscape, memories flooding back with every passing mile.
With a deft maneuver, Myles expertly guided the jet towards a secluded spot, far from prying eyes. He touched down smoothly, the landing gear making a soft thud against the ground.
After a brief moment of contemplation, Myles decided to shed his mission suit, putting on rather casual, plain clothes, blending into the surroundings, and adopting a civilian guise.
He took out a piece of technology from the carrier jet which looked like a watch as he alighted the craft. Interacting with the device, Myles activated the cloaking sequence, seemingly blending the colour of the jet with the surrounding, concealed from view by bright camouflage of green towering trees and bushes.
Walking through the streets, Myles felt a mix of nostalgia and determination. He couldn't shake the feeling that his attacker had a connection to his past, a hidden link that needed to be unraveled. Memories of his childhood flooded his mind, each street corner holding a story from his upbringing.
He walked up and came across their old and abandoned house.
Myles' eyes filled with tears as memories of his mother and Lyla as well, filled his mind and repeatedly replayed in his head.
He proceeded down the road leading into the rural parts of the town. In the distance, laid an eerie silent graveyard where his mother and Lyla were laid to rest.
Myles walked up and stood in front of his mother's grave, facing her gravestone,ba mix of emotions swirling within him. The weight of loss and the desire for justice fueled his determination to uncover the truth behind his recent attack. As he caressed the gravestones, memories of his mother and Lyla flooded his mind, providing both solace and motivation.
The experience provided a little comfort to Myles as he took his time revisiting all the good memories they had shared.
However, all that was for a brief moment, little did Myles know that he was not alone in the graveyard.
Four assailants, hidden among the shadows, had been tracking his every move right from town. They seemed to be sent by someone who wanted to take every opportunity the get to eliminate him and strike a blow against CREED.
A couple of minutes later, after spending some time at the site, Myles was prepared to return. This was their chance, they finally saw an opening to execute their strike. immediately with swift precision, they sprung out, launching their attack.
Caught off guard, Myles instinctively activated his combat training. His reflexes and agility allowed him to evade their initial strikes, but he soon found himself engaged in a fierce battle. The graveyard became a battleground as Myles unleashed his skills, retaliating against his attackers.