A week goes by very quickly. I am reliving my past, and its shows many disorders. Since Virgo, all my memories have come back to me, in front of my face. Africa and its wars, Europe and its mafias. God surely wants me to never forget.
I am in a military aircraft. This mission will be different from those of recent times, as we are armed to the teeth. We’re going to North Korea, with Julian Domy, a former mercenary. The organization apparently wants its various teams working together. Domy is part of the Dragon Team, I recently learned that Purple Lady was an Angel team member. Experience has shown that when an organization seeks to coordinate its great strength, it is not for nothing. Something that requires significant resources is in the air. For this sort of commando operation, I ‘d prefer working with my favorite, former colleagues. Blood will flow, I know that, but I do not want it to be mine!
After talking with Domy, its apparent he specializes in covert operations and ambushes. He tries to be macho, very sure of himself, but I can sense fear in his voice. I also have the same fear. The biggest difference between us is that I have learnt to control it. I know that once the action begins, the adrenaline will take over and I will feel nothing. It’s stupid, but simply seeing the doubts and weaknesses of Julian D makes me want to watch over him. I like this kid. I want him to live. If I can, I’ll keep him near me when all hell breaks loose.
The plan displeases me, the way it will be executed does too. A commando operation with a team that does not know each other well and with no time to prepare… I hate that. I will lead the attack. The team is composed of 3 North American mercenaries, 1 South Korean, Domy and myself. I didn’t ask them their names. They are ‘John 1 to 5’ to me and I would be ‘John Leader’ to them. Seeing the equipment, I imagine the presence of the secret services of several countries. Too many high-tech gadgets for a civilian extraction and too many military explosives not to want to leave a clear political message. ‘We will destroy your country rather than let you harbour nuclear weapons’.
My goal is simple on paper, but difficult to do. Find a 70 year old Korean scholar, that can assist North Korea in making intercontinental nuclear missiles, and extract him. If not possible, elimination will be the only option. The others are primarily here to help me succeed, then they must recover all additional information they can and finally, blow up the base. Coordinated action should be used to extract any one else close to our ‘package’. A message from Handel just arrived on my phone, it confirmed what I already suspected. The guy was a high level psychic, long coveted by the Organization. He is able to see events in advance, as Panopeus does. Knowing this, I don’t expect that he will be surprised by our arrival.
Everyone is dead, the mission was a disaster. I send an SOS and had to evacuate by the secondary recovery area and leave behind Domy’s corpse. I don’t know how I would be able to get out, but I’d rather die. As we tried to escape, I could hear the psychic. He seemed to be expecting me. I’ll write down some of his words, while I still have them in my mind. ‘Nobody will prevent North Korea from possessing nuclear weapons, because it is already done. Testing will take place shortly. Your organization will have to take more serious action, not half measures if it wants to prevent all out war. Do not waste your time trying to save me, I do not want to live. I have played my role and my choice is to die today. Anyway, the others will shoot me if you do not. Do not believe your employers, they manipulate you and will terminate you when you are no longer useful. You already know too much!’
Then, the sentence that haunts me the most. ‘Keep Ivana near to you on June 6, 2012 and tell her everything about your life… She will understand’. The psychic was not shot to dead. He decided to die. We were almost out of the base when he stopped and said. ‘It is over for me, it’s time to go’. Then he closed his eyes and collapsed, with a blank expression on his face, dead. I saw no bullet riddle his body.