Another long tireless day of training that had gone south. Asset 98 was still the most stable compared to his fellow subjects. Though, it was clear that if it kept up with him being training bait to the newly serum induced assets, he would end up dead. The deadbolt lock of the cell door was locked behind him as he’d been ordered to get his handler out of the area alive. During his check up, he was left alone with a single nurse. One that was always kinder to him in the smallest of ways. Watching while the panels on his bionic arm had been closed, I.V.’s that pumped fluids into his systems to keep him hydrated were pulled. He didn’t move, knowing that it wasn’t done until he was told to go back to his resting cell.
“I’m tired of this..” The male nurse muttered, glancing back at the asset. “Ghost, I can’t do this anymore..You need to get out of here.” His voice was quiet, to avoid being picked up by the audio of the AV system. Stepping closer to him to wipe down the I.V. wound. “I removed the tracker in your arm. It’s in your pocket for now. When I come to get you later tonight. Leave it in your cell. You..have some late family members over seas. Go about your evening routine as normal. Just be ready tonight.” Whispering before he sent Ghost back to his room.
The tired asset wasn’t sure what to believe, just faintly nodding. He believed it was some type of test. But, he obeyed what he’d been told. Eating his tasteless dinner and getting ready for bed. Tucking the small tracker that was in his pocket under the cot mat, between the metal frame and the bedding. Beginning to drift to sleep. He woke up with a start when the deadbolt of his cell room was unlocked. Not speaking as he was instructed to put on his boots and a jacket. A laundry cart was brought into his room. He obeyed being told to strip down his bedding and get into the cart with it. Silent as it left his room. The trip wasn’t too long before he was moved from one cart to another and into a van. He fell asleep during the long drive.
Waking up again when the van came to a stop, given new clothing, a bag that had his papers and some weapons. He was put on a small plane and given instructions of where to go. He couldn’t believe it, but he didn’t sleep during the long flight. Just watching the cities go by before everything below the plane was just a long mist of clouds and darkness. Reading the file, a small family. A mother and her son. Related to him through his blood line. A couple decades late. But, apparently his nurse had gotten in contact with the mother to re-house Ghost.
Sure enough at his arrive of the american airport. A woman with a baby was waiting for him. A year later, Ghost had a job and he was helping out around the house. Things were calm, the people in the area and at his little auto tech work place called him Cyron, it was somewhat of a joke name that his caretaker had given him due to how little he spoke. Though one night when he’d come home from his shift the house wasn’t calm. In fact, it was the opposite. His caretaker was dead and little Chase was crying in his crib.
Tears forming in his eyes while he checked for a pulse before quickly packing everything up for the kid. Gently scooping his baby cousin up into his arms. Soothing the child while he walked back out to his car and just drove off then and there. He’d taken his months of money that he’d been keeping in a safe under his bed with them. He wouldn’t let his little cousin get hurt. His only assumption has been that Hydra had come for him or came to send a message. Unsure of how many back roads he took, how many cities he crossed.
But he kept driving till the tank of the car was nearly empty. Getting it refilled, he took the child with him to the rest room to clean both of them up. “Shh..little one it is going.. to be okay..No one is..going to hurt you..” Cooing to his cousin. After a feeding of baby food and another tank of gas, he settled down several states away. Another several years passed before he found a safe place to call home. Little Chase was about seven or eight years old. He finally got him into school after raising him and teaching him not only the necessary pre-education subjects but also how to protect himself.
“You’re starting school today, do you have your lunch packed?” Asking as Chase was getting ready for the day. He planned on driving him to the elementary school as the idea of putting the kid on a bus and in someone else’s trust to drive him worried him too much.
