This is a story based on a 19 year old kid Cyle (Kyle) in the year of 2078.

Chapter I: 1/2 Intro
It is New Years day. On this certain day, nothing happens. Everyone is drunk, hungover, or possibly dead. The world took some changes around 2050. No one cared about polotics, religion, or economics. Well, for the most part atleast. In 2078, there was no real unorginized crime. Little bank robberies, burglaries, and drug sales were about it. Organized crime took up the majority of crime itself. We take you to a character now. His name is Cyle. He lives in New York City. He wears a faded green sleevless zip up hoodie, under that a sleevless white shirt, leather fingerless gloves, jeens and what appears to be chuck taylor converse shoes. He carries a 9mm pistol. He doesnt like killing, but he is always forced to and is good at it. But the way he makes a living is why he is so good at killing. He is a type of hired hitman. He looks for jobs. People hire him to kill men, destroy mafias, steal money, etc.. But one day a job went wrong...

Chapter I: 2/2 The beginning
Cyle just got up. He hopped on his motorcycle and took off. Lots of people had the newer cars that hover. He stuck with the old school tires. He ripped off and as he did someone fallowed him in a big black truck. Cyle could tell someone was fallowing him. so he sped off and ramped off a peice of wood hangin off the high way. the truck stopped and out came 3 huge men dressed in suits. they each pulled out 2 uzi sub machine guns and fired away. None hit Cyle as he sped torwards them. He took out his gun and fired away. Somehow he managed to kill all three guys and not get touched. then out comes an old man along with 5 guys all strapped with ak 47's. The old man smiled and pulled out 2 tommy guns. All the men fired. Cyle jumped and stood on the top of his bike and pulled another gun out. Balancing on his bike he shot and shot and shot. Avoiding bullets and firing bullets, Cyle jumped off his bike, which flew into a wall and blew up, and grabbed the ledge of the highway. He climbed up and shot the enemies. One man ran up to him with a sludge hammer and missed, and cyle shot him in the head. After all the men were down, the old man stood there laughing. "Very nice 0087..just as i suspected." the old man said. "What did you just call me?" Cyle responded. The old man laughed as he walked over to the ledge, took one last look at Cyle, and leaped off. Cyle ran to the ledge to see the old man dead on the ground below. Cycle was so confused about all this. Why did the old man call him 0087? Why did the old man kill himself? And why did he attack him? These are all questions Cyle asked himself. Cyle got on his phone. "Yeah, Mandalyne, its Cyle." He said as he walked away from the scene.

Chapter II: Reunion
Cyle closed the door to his apartment room. He sat on the edge of his bed and stared into space as he relived what had just happened. He wanted to know who he was, and why he killed himself. And more importantly, why he called him 0087. Cyles phone rand 4 times until he finally heard it. "Hello" Cyle said. "Cyle, it's me Mandalyne, meet me at my lab tomarrow, i've got something you might want to take a look at." she said. Cyle hung up the phone and went back into his day dream. Little did he know he was not alone. Behind the wall he was leaning on was a guy with a gernade launcher. As the guy loaded the gun up, Cyle got out one of his gernades and set a time of 30 seconds on it. He planted it right by the wall and ran. Cyle jumped out of the window onto a cart vendor below. A huge explosion was heard as Cyle ran down the street and around the back to a garage. Cop sirens lit and Cyle ran into the garage, grabbed a motorcycle, and zoomed off. He zipped down the highway to an old laboratory just outside NYC. As he barged in 2 guards came up behind him and grabbed him. "Let me go!" Cyle screamed. "Let him go.." a womans voice said as the guards dropped him. "Mandalyne?" Cyle stuttered to say as he got up. "No, it's Rose. I thought she told you tomarrow.." The woman said. "Rose? something came up, tomarrow wont do." Cyle said. "Well neither will today now get lost!" Rose quickly replied. "No, bring him into the test room." A voice on the speaker-com said. TO BE CONTINUED

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