Raymond made his way to the hidden suit complex, carrying the bags he had retrieved from Marcus's office. The weight of the bags felt substantial in his hands, a physical representation of the responsibility that now rested upon his shoulders.
The complex, nestled deep within the heart of the city, was a secret haven that Raymond didn´t know about . As he approached the entrance, security measures recognized his presence and granted him access.
Raymond was stunned , he never thought marcus would prepare a hidden complex with retine scan , adn scan and voice scan
Worst of all , when did even Marcus took his dna from him?
Deciding he will thought about that later and that he will be more carefull with his dna as he had read DC comics before and he knows the kind of shit you could done with just a piece of dna
And even if this universe couldn´t do it , what about magic? What if it´s exist some spell to track him down and kill him , or torture him again , what if with this he could be curse or be made a voodoo dummy.
'What if...' Thought raymond getting more and more paranoid as the seconds go by
In the instant raymond was thinking of the posibilities the doors slid open, revealing a spacious chamber filled with technology and racks of meticulously designed suits. Soft illumination cast a gentle glow across the room, enhancing the mystique of this clandestine sanctuary.
Raymond placed the bags on a nearby table, his eyes scanning the room for a suitable space to change. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty chamber, a stark contrast to the vibrant energy that once filled these walls.
He found a secluded corner, shielded by racks of suits, and began to undress. With careful precision, he removed his current attire, folding each piece with a sense of reverence. As he reached for the bags, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation. What lay within these bags held the potential to transform him into something more than just a man. It was a symbol of his rebirth, his emergence from the ashes of his former life.
Carefully, Raymond unzipped the bags, revealing a collection of sleek and technologically advanced bullet proof suits. Each piece was a work of art, meticulously designed to enhance his abilities and protect him in his quest for revenge. He marveled at the craftsmanship and attention to detail, realizing the immense power that lay within these garments.
He selected a attire that resonated with him, its darkness and black color capturing his imagination. As he slipped into the attire he selected, he could feel the energy coursing through his veins, as if the very fabric of the attire was merging with his being.
The transformation was complete. Raymond stood tall, clad in the powerful attire that now became an extension of his will. The weight of his past and the scars of his journey were momentarily forgotten as he embraced the newfound strength and purpose that coursed through him.
He went to the training section of the big complex , as he intended to try the attire before to know and to feel confortable in action
Raymond made his way through the complex of departments, navigating the hidden passages with ease. He reached a secluded section, tucked away from prying eyes, where the weapons range awaited him. This was a place of honing his skills, where he could refine his mastery over a wide array of weaponry.
With an stoic expresion on his face, Raymond entered the range, fully prepared for the rigorous training that lay ahead. He carried an arsenal of weapons, each chosen with meticulous care to suit his combat style and preferences.
He started with his gun that was a revolver cold python, a sleek and deadly instrument of precision. He positioned himself at the shooting line, eyes focused on the targets before him. With a calm demeanor, he unleashed a barrage of well-aimed shots, each finding its mark with deadly accuracy. His proficiency with the firearm was evident as he effortlessly transitioned between targets, the sound of gunfire punctuating the air.
Moving on, Raymond then turned his attention to his sword, a weapon that had become an extension of his arm. With fluid grace, he engaged in a series of intricate swordplay techniques, seamlessly transitioning from defensive maneuvers to swift and decisive strikes. The sound of metal clashing filled the air as he sparred with invisible adversaries, his movements a symphony of lethal precision.
Next, he picked up the double swords, twirling them in a mesmerizing display of skill. With a focused gaze and unwavering concentration, he unleashed a flurry of strikes, the blades slicing through the air with incredible speed and accuracy. His mastery over these dual weapons was evident as he seamlessly coordinated his movements, striking from multiple angles with flawless precision.
Raymond then moved on to the sword and shield, embracing the art of balanced offense and defense. With the shield as his stalwart companion, he deflected incoming attacks while launching counterstrikes with his sword. Each block and parry was executed with unwavering focus, his movements calculated and efficient.
In close quarters combat, Raymond showcased his agility and adaptability. He engaged in hand-to-hand combat, seamlessly transitioning between strikes, kicks, and grappling maneuvers. Every move was executed with calculated intent, his stoic expression betraying no emotion as he unleashed a relentless assault on imaginary opponents.
Throughout his training session, Raymond remained resolute and focused. He honed his skills, pushing his physical and mental limits, determined to become the ultimate warrior. No visible emotion crossed his face, his mind fully engaged in the task at hand.
Hours passed as he continued to train, pushing himself to the limits and beyond. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, evidence of the intense effort he exerted. With each passing moment, he grew stronger, faster, and more precise.
Finally, as the training session came to a close, Raymond stood in the weapons range, his body glistening with a sheen of perspiration. His weapons lay scattered around him, a testament to the intensity of his training. Despite the physical exertion, his stoic expression remained unchanged
With fire in his eyes, Raymond left the training ground , ready to face the challenges that lay ahead. The world outside awaited his presence, and he was prepared to bring chaos and destruction to those who had him capture and torturedand seek answers to the mysteries that haunted the destruction of the organization and his last mission.
Raymond went to his bedroom that was now a worse than what he had in the mansion,worst of all was the fact that the room didn´t feel confortable to raymond as he preferred his room with another paint , another decorations , another style let´s say
After a moment of struggle wether sleep or change the room , he slept as he was very tired