A dark shadow passes through the quiet streets of Times Square, Manhattan. A man, in his mid twenties, Victor Nova, was going home from work. He was in a hurry, which was clearly visible from the way he was taking quick strides. Mild panting sounds whirled through the empty streets.
He reached his apartments and didnt waste any time in locking his door again. He went straight to his room and reached out for the cupboard behind his bed. There was a bag inside it. He took out a syringe from the bag and calmed himself down to the extent that he wasnt panting anymore.
After a minute of silence, he was back to his normal self, the panting had ceased and he was sitting still in his bed. With a sudden flash of movement, he inserted the syringe deep into his forearm. He was in a sudden grip of agony, not by the pain of the syringe but by something that it contained within. The pain eased off and he was all alone, inside 4 walls that he calls his home.
*It was a bit rough today, could have been even worse. Maybe I should look for a job that does not require much work on the land. If I can get to the skies, I wont have to struggle through all of this, all of this hiding and secrecy. And probably one day I will* He thought to himself. He then, tidied up his rooms, hall and finished his dinner that he had prepared. After some regular news stuff, he went to sleep.
The syringe that he used, was lying on the floor along with a couple other syringes, on the corner of the room. In it were inscribed the words
The light of the morning sun was passing through the screens of the window. Victor wakes up rather uncomfortably. He was still tired of the late hours work, last night. He got up and started to make breakfast. He was running late for work today. As he was hurriedly taking his breakfast, something hit him. He remembered about the last night and his struggle to get home as soon as possible.
He started to think about the job that he currently had, Yesterday was a pretty close call, and his job made life tougher for him day by day. This kept him thinking for a hour or so, until he stood up and decided to go somewhere else. He wrote a letter to his office that he is resigning from the job. And then, without another moment of hesitation, he went for his vessel.
He was going to Freeport 4. After reaching there, he set up a communication protocol with 101st, who have been supplying him, his cardamine variant through the illegal markets of Manhattan. He smiled to himself and then started to plan his next step.*I will make them feel so insecure*he thought to himself.
Victor got what he wanted. He met Oliver Sanderson, in the foregrounds of Barrier Gate Station, Coronado. Ollie provided him with the increased dosage of cardamine that they managed to get it through. But still, it was not the one that Victor was eagerly anticipating. Just another increased dosage, that will keep him going for some more days.
Days passed by and his plans were slowly moving along. He did not want to rush in on them. Being hidden and working under the nose of the Libertonians was his foremost priority. He wanted a new job in any big corporation. After sorting out, he had 3 big corporations to choose from. Deep Space Engineering, Interspace Commerce and Universal Shipping Limited were the options he presented himself with. He was too inclined on choosing Interspace Commerce, due to several good standings with other corporations, and the fact that, working his plans out there, would be striking a blow in the whole Liberty economy.