2 Weeks after the Space Needle Incident
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Chicago, IL @ 8:30 a.m.
In a small apartment on the coast of Lake Michigan lives young men called Aftan. Aftan is entering his second year of service in the IDF after graduating from the Academy 2nd in his class. Known as a rising prodigy due to his quick learning abilities as well as his mastery in multiple fields from the outside looking in many would question why this young man isn't an HQ soldier yet... Though that would change very soon.
Beep Beep Beep
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Beep Beep Be... Click
"sigh... Already" says a young man as he clicks the top of his alarm clock turning it off. looking to be around 14-15 years old, With light brown hair, average height, and darker skin one wouldn't be able to differentiate this young boy from any other if it weren't for his green eyes shining like emeralds in the night.
Aftan with tired eyes searches for his phone which is sitting on a charger right next to the alarm clock. As he turns it on Aftan feels something similar to the blinding light of Deidara's explosions.
After recovering from his eyes initial shock, Aftan notices a message with the sender marked as IDF. Aftan suddenly sits up with both shock and excitement "What? They never send out messages unless it's an announcement or something important" with shaking hands and a facial expressing teetering between a smile and a frown he opens the message.
From - [email protected]
To - [email protected]
cc
***********************@IDF.gov
**********************@IDF.gov
Dear, Aftan *****, the staff here at the International Defense Force HQ would like to formally report your relocation to Seattle, as well as, your admittance into Elite Squadron division under Unit 3 Captain Ahmar Alexander. Your flight will leave at 10 a.m. sharp and you are expected to report to headquarters no later than 1 p.m.
Signed ~ Walter Skaggs. Head of Talent Evaluation
"It really happened... It's finally happened..." says Aftan with a shaky voice and watery eyes... Aftan takes a couple of seconds to breath and calms himself... and with an invigorated voice says "Alright! It's showtime, I'll get dressed and head to the airport!"
15 minutes later
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Aftan is dressed and has packed his clothes he walks out of the door wearing an almost plain white shirt with African symbols going parallel in a stripe along with black jeans and Air Jordan 11's.
After a few seconds a black suburban pulls in front of Aftan's apartment, an older white man rolls down the window and asks "Uber for Aftan! I'm assuming that's you" he says with a slight smile.
"Yes, sir. To the airport please" says Aftan as he opens the back door and sits inside of the large SUV. "I don't mean to be rude but if it's not a bother I'd like to just listen to music with my earphones on," says Aftan.
"Of course sir. Enjoy the ride"
For the next 30 minutes, Aftan enjoys a smooth ride to the airport. He gets out of his Uber thanks to the driver and proceeds to check in. Afterwards, Aftan continues to listen to music waiting until 10 a.m.
"The boarding of flight ***, from Chicago to Seattle will now be boarding!" says the flight attendant at the front of the tunnel. As Aftan sees everyone moving towards there designated spots based on their ticket number he does the same moving to the very front.
After boarding the plan Aftan takes a seat and lets out a breath in preparation from what will be a 2 and a half hour flight.
"Finally... It's finally happening" Aftan says in relief "hah... To think the 'Monster' the 'Freak' that everyone used to make fun of will be an HQ soldier... All these years, being held back just because I'm half human. I just... I wish mom and dad where here to see this" he says with a little regret "But! I finally get to see them again. Ahmar... Albert... I'm finally coming to see you guys again"
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The 2 and a half hours later at 12:30 p.m. the plane going from Chicago to Seattle has finally landed.