12 December 2025, 9:20.
"What the hell were you doing in the god damn hospital? " The vice president shouted at the old man standing in front who had a long beard.
They both stand in an office, looking like an oval house made inside a bunker.
"The Secretary of Defense, Peter Hill was seriously damaged in the Pentagon blast. I have to admit him in the hospital. " The old man seriously replied.
"You are a literal Deputy Director of the Secret Service. You can't leave the office in such a serious situation. " The vice president complained.
"Well. " The old man answers. " Peter and I share the same blood group, after the explosion Peter lost too much blood, also the hospital didn't have enough blood type for him so it is my duty to provide for him. "
He added.
"Besides, my security protects me all the time. "
The vice president sighs in irritation.
"The hospital could have found anyone else who shared the same blood type. "
The old man stood up from his chair then spoke.
"He needed it or Peter would already be dead. "
"Listen. " The old man continued.
The old man turned around to leave.
"Tell me if you could save anyone will you save him or you wouldn't do anything and continue to live your life in guilt, knowing you have done a murder. "
The vice president stayed silent for a second.
"Mr Mason, you were chosen as Deputy director for the Secret Service because you are a kind man. "
The vice president pauses.
"I am sorry for my childish behavior. "
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12 December 2025, 10:00 pm.
Aston slowly walked in the road in the night,all alone. A walkie talkie loosely stayed in his hand, on the other hand a big duffel bag containing the masked figures costume.
His condition worsened from the previous car accident, the left side of the forehead covered in blood. The blood from his forehead dripped in the street.
He constantly looked around, finding something.
All of a sudden, he saw a middle aged man in the street fighting someone on his phone. A small car rests beside it, its driving door open.
"It's my life! I can drink as much beer as I want!! So fuck off!! " He angrily yells.
The drunk man furiously cuts his phone.
"Hey. " Aston said to the drunk man. "You want a free beer, don't you. "
The drunk man's attention shifted to Aston when he mentioned the word beer.
"I want the beer. " The drunk man uncontrollably walked towards him. "What do I have to do? "
When he reached there, Aston pointed in the opposite direction towards the drunk man.
"You are looking there. " Aston point.
The drunk man turns around. "Looking where? I can't understand what the fuck you are saying? Just tell me the—"
Aston tightly grabs the man's neck by his elbow just like Vyuk had done to him. The drunk man, slow from drunkenness, tried to escape.
"Hey!! " The drunk man cries. "Let me go!! "
Aston violently throws him in the ground, the drunk man, trying to process what had happened, tries to crawl back.
"What are you doing?! What have I done?! " The drunken man started to cry.
"Nothing. " Aston coldly replies.
Aston grabs the man's throat, pinning him in the ground. The man started to shake in fear, Aston grips tighten.
Then, Aston slacken his hand.
"I don't wanna kill you.
Aston pause.
"Right now I can't. "
Aston took the car key from the man, walking towards his new car. Meanwhile, the drunken man took a long breath, touching his neck in relief.
Aston sat in the driving seat, putting his walkie talkie and the duffle bag in the car backseat. He started the car.
The car started.
"Let's get to El Paso. "
The car drove away.
Inside, Aston stayed silent, he increased the speed of the car to its limit.
"Hello there? " An unknown voice came from the walkie talkie. "Answer me. "
Aston took the walkie talkie from the backseat.
"Yes. "
"You might already know where you have to go, we informed you as soon as the Pentagon blast happened. " The unknown voice explained.
"Yeah. " Aston quietly spoke.
"Where is your partner we gave you? "
Aston didn't say anything for the moment.
"He got caught. "
"Ok. " Surprisingly the voice didn't react. "Just get to the location. "
After that, the walkie talkie turned off, Aston didn't say anything further, he slowed the speed of the car.
His vision started to become blurry from the blood loose in the forehead. He stops the car near a medical store.
He checks his pocket, finding Vyuk's wallet. When he took it out, he found it was filled with money, he also found a credit card also.
Aston didn't react at all, he just took some cash out.
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12 December 2025, 10:05 pm.
Vyuk, now far away from Aston, walked towards the police station, the car accident injury started to make his speed slower every minute.
"I am here to tell you something. " Vyuk said when he got inside the station.
Unexpectedly, inside the police officer didn't react to anything.
A senior officer approaches Vyuk.
"Vyuk Sharma, Police Captain of Manhattan. Am I right? " The senior officer queer Vyuk.
"Yes. " Vyuk respectfully replied.
"The Secret Service already had already told us about you. " The senior officer informed Vyuk. "They trusted that you wouldn't run away, what about Aston Omar? "
"He ran away. " Vyuk exhales. "I can't stop him. "
"Ok then. " The officer spoke. "The Secret Service will come here to pick you up then the Secret Service will find Aston Omar. If you want anything, inform us. "
Vyuk silently sat at the nearest chair, looking down on the floor.
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12 December 2025, 10:20 pm.
"The Secret Service has come, Mr Vyuk. "
Vyuk snapped out from his silence, in front he saw two Secret Service agents with police looking at him.
"Let's go now. "One of the Secret Service agents ordered.
Vyuk sat on the backseat of a heavily armed SUV, inside one more Secret Service agent waited for him.
The two previous Secret Service agents sat in the front, starting the SUV.
"This horrific, historical day, 12 December 2025 is finally over now, it felt like a year for me and for everyone I think so. Now it's finally over, I hope so. " The Secret Service agent sitting with Vyuk told him.
"Yeah. " Vyuk answered feebly. "An actual memorable day. "