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Help was never coming. He is a spy and is expected to complete these missions on his own. No ally is here and he is already bleeding profusely. It is only a matter of time. He still needs to complete his mission though so he shakily gets up to his feet. The capsule contained the important information clutching tightly in his hand.
Enemies are around every corner ready to unleash another hurl of bullets in his direction. He managed to lose them once but he doubts he could do it a second time. So onward he goes his ears straining to hear the guards that are frantically searching the halls.
“Do not let Twilight escape! He has the information about our enemies' weaknesses. Our plans of conquest will not be able to come into fruition if he escapes.” He hears the military leader shout out to the guards.
“Sir, yes sir!” They respond eagerly, their footsteps thundering as they continue with their search with renewed vigor. Damn it he only has so much time before they find him in the back office.
His blood leaking from his hastily applied bandages. Shakily he walks toward the windows, his luck has finally given him some grace as most of the guards are inside looking for him. Who cares if it is the second floor and his body is weak from the blood lose. He cannot let this information get into the wrong hands. Another war is inevitable if this gets out. Another war means more destruction and chaos left for the new generation to clean up.
He opens the window carefully making sure it does not make a sound. Finally it opens up with enough space for him to slip through. His breathing labored as he falls to the ground. The grass barely cushioning his fall. Gasping in pain takes a moment to take a deep breath. Getting up is difficult but he manages to do so. His vision is blurry but he manages to climb the wall letting him out of the mansion.
It takes all of his training to do so but he does it. His body can barely stand upright. His hands feel cold and his chest hurts so much but he continues. Brutal training keeps his feet under him as he approaches his car. He gets in and sits down. Trying to find the strength to turn it on and drive anywhere. To the base to give them the information, to home to see his wife and beloved child who are waiting for him. He just wants to see them. Anya is probably in bed by now but Yor may but up waiting for him to tell him about her day and ask about his…
With thoughts of his his family his mind finally goes dark and he never wakes up again.