Chapter 11

First Mission

"Everyone is dead" Cynthia shouted, "they killed each and everyone of them. All of them died, sacrificed their lives. Dead" she started crying loudly now

"Ssshh.." John pulled her into an embrace. He did not know what to do "I am so sorry" he said wondering if he was really sorry or what was he apologizing for.

"They were instructed to run. I begged them to evacuate the building," she bawled as she spoke "I told them you were coming. They waited for you but" her eyes accusatory now "you never showed up. What were your plans now?' she accused angrily.

"I am sorry" John hugged her tightly. It was him who needed that embrace now "I am very sorry. I did not know."

He felt guilty all of a sudden. All this while he had been enjoying the Christmas, drinking making out and having fun with the teenagers while people around were dying. He could have done something. He didn't know exactly what but he was sure he'd at least tried to save them.

"What can I do to amend my mistake" John muttered.

"Avenge them." Cynthia replied with venom in her eyes.

"Avenge them?" John was startled "how?"

"How?" Cynthia repeated, "you should know better. You are the planner. Have always been." She said firmly.

"Cynthia" John pulled his hair "its not easy. It's complicated."

"Complications, difficult" Cynthia wasn't sure if she was shocked or disappointed "these words have never been in your dictionary earlier." She took a step back "Are you sure you still want to be a part of the team? Did you join hands with someone else?" she asked perplexed.

"Dam why don't you understand?" John yelled.

Immediately they heard hustle and bustle from across the building. Footsteps were running towards them

"Its not safe here" Cynthia wrapped her fingers around John's.

John couldn't help but stare at their intertwined hands for a moment longer till Cynthia had to put pressure and pulled him along.

Both of them ran, the guards followed after them but they were quick and smart

Picking high and low walls they jumped and ran and were soon out of the vicinity and away from the guards.

Once they were alone they stopped to take their breaths, John more tired than Cynthia.

Obviously she trained' John thought to himself.

He gave one look at her fit and fine body beneath those tattered clothes.

"Like what you see?" Cynthia clicked her finger in front of his face and smiled "you have always liked me right?" she asked, "that hard ass difficult to please b@stard was a persona" she asked.

"I know nothing" John said dejected and disheartened "I remember nothing," he wailed quietly. He kicked his foot on the ground "I do not remember a single thing. I am so lost inside my head. I try to remember but nothing comes out of it." He kicked harder and punched the wall besides.

"Merlin stop" Cynthia stopped him punching the wall holding his bleeding fist. She looked at him emphatically "so it is true. You have lost your memory?"
John nodded and then smiled "so my name was Merlin?" he asked.

"You have had shit!" Cynthia commented, "You didn't even remember your name?"

"Nah" he shook his bruised hand. If it hurt then the excitement of learning more about himself overpowered the pain.

"Tell me more" when John noticed Cynthia's eyebrows raised up he added "about myself. Who am I?" he smiled "my name is Mer-lin" he tried the feel of his name in his mouth. "Merlin umm..."

"Merlin what" he asked.

"What about Merlin?" Cynthia counter spoke.

"What do you mean what about Merlin? You said my name is Merlin" John was loud by now.

"Of course your name is Merlin and you do not remember and I told you so what?" Cynthia too mimicked his volume.

John calmed himself "I wanted to know my second name. I am Merlin what? He asked very cautiously and politely.

Cynthia laughed at the silly banter they were having. She paused and chuckled more as if abiding time and spoke your full name is Merlin Trump. Yes it is Merlin Trump"

"Trump?" John was confused "Trump seems to be a familiar second name."

"Of course it is a familiar one" Cynthia chuckled once again "it s our presidents name. How many times have we joked at you about it!" she said smiling and John noticed the two dimples that appeared on her face whenever she smiled.

He wondered why he was harsh on her earlier. Cynthia was a pretty and sweet lady.

"How are you now?" Cynthia asked sincerely.

"Huh?" John was caught off guard.

"I mean you had been hurt and in comma for a year and half. Last I saw you in the hospital you were very weak. Now you say you don't remember anything. How are you?" she asked again.

"I am fine " John replied "I mean considering that I am alive, a little lost, no money, had been sleeping on the concrete chairs of the garden. Apart from that I am fine."

"Got it got it" Cynthia raised her hands in the air "I get it you are miserable"

The beeping of Cynthia's watch stopped her trail of words, "shit! shit! Shit!" she cursed, "it Is the time" her face panicked.

"What time?" John gave a worried expression.

"They are going to attack Fredrick Hamilton" she stated "We were supposed to get our leads today."

"Fredrick Hamilton" the name rung a bell in John's ears "is he our defense minister?" he asked.

Cynthia was shocked "you remember that?'

"Yes strangely I do" John admitted "there are certain things that are crystal clear in my memory and I do not have to make an effort to remember them" he paused and there are certain things that I try to remember I fail and get this killer headache" he pressed his head.

"Did you eat anything last night?" Cynthia asked when she noticed John struggling with his headache.

"I drank a lot" he said sheepishly "few starters but I guess I skipped my dinner"

Cynthia was disappointed at his frivolous behavior but kept her views to herself.

"I too am starving" she said "couldn't eat after the attack and my friends being burnt to ashes." She put her hand in the inner of his elbow "lets eat something. We need to live before we go ahead and save the world.

"We save the world!!!!" John was shocked at this revelation.

"Yes we do. Now hurry I am starving" she stopped a cab and mentioned the destination which John had no idea where it was.

"You look beat up" a very nerdy boy of probably 17 with huge spectacles, braces and oiled hair commented. "I heard about team. I am sorry. You were lucky you know"

"I do. Thanks Robby" Cynthia said, "this is Merlin"

"You are Merlin?" John noticed Robby was as excited as people from Hogwarts when Harry visited the school for first time.

Wait how does he remember the fictitious character from a movie?

Probably the setting of this old fashioned diner with antique walls, scrappy wooden benches that were made of old wooden planks from railways, cow bells were hung around the walls to give it a medieval and mysterious look but the dust settled on them made it look unattractive instead

"Here's the money and food" Robby handed bundle of bills wrapped in the burger packing along with a plate full of sandwiches and eggs

"Thanks Robby. Tell them I appreciate"

"No problem Cynthia" Robby said immediately offering two cups of hot latte to the duo.

John lifted the two glasses and helped Cynthia once he reached the nearby table.

"You come here often?" john asked.

Cynthia furrowed her brows "you don't remember this place?' she asked.

"No" John denied immediately "not even vaguely familiar." He looked around trying to workout on the familiarity "except these pictures of princesses and old haggard on the walls remind me of Harry Potter."

Cynthia laughed loudly, her eyes almost tearing up and John loved that the sad girl from the hospital who he thought had attempted for suicide more than twice always kept silent as if there was no life for her.

He liked to see her laughing.

She raised her brows at John

John tried to shrug nonchalant still staring at the pretty girl who looked beautiful with those mud stains and well her hair was not disheveled now. She went to the restroom, might have worked on them, her hair now looked silky and straight.

Cynthia tried to wipe off her face and then checked in the camera of her mobile if she had something up her nose wiping invisible dust.

"Don't fret you look beautiful" John stated.

"I know you are the flirtatious one

" Cynthia smiled "but you know you have complimented me for the first time." she pouted "you have always been rude to me."

"I don't remember that" John said "well I could at least apologize for that"

Cynthia smiled "you are indeed a charming one"

Half way through their eating Robby arrived on their table with a closed leather Check presenter.

Cynthia nodded at him

John observed her cautiously. He felt conscious about not being able to share the bill. He however took some limited cash that he had in his pocket and handed it to her.

"No no this is not the bill," Cynthia denied

As she turned the leather booklet towards John "this is the plan."

John opened the booklet, which had some pictures and jumbled up words.

Cynthia pulled the booklet back "I know you are an expert but we do not have time to solve the puzzle. It is urgent."

"What is urgent?' John couldn't help the curiosity rising in him.

Cynthia had her hand on her head in a distressed position "what am I gonna do?" she cried, "My team is gone. We were going to do it together. Now he "she hiccupped "I swore to give in my best but alone I can do nothing"

"What is it Cynthia?" John asked cautiously.

"This weekend at an event in Arward International College one of the speaker is our Fredrick Hamilton and with elections around the corner, his wife is running for the senator. We have a hunch that they are planning his assassination to keep her off the radar." Her eyes fiery now as she disclosed the map which showed interior of the college.

"Thousands of representatives of different countries would be present" she said and john looked at the oval shaped figures that were represented as student and they were plenty of them." here at the center would be the podium where the Hamilton would be giving his speech at around 10:15am sharp. This is when they are planning to send a human bomb along with his reports."

"With reports?" John felt guilty of interrupting but the ship had sailed.

"Every student is supposed to carry one so that he looks like a student he'll not only be dressed as one but will also act as one. He will also have his identity card."

"How did he manage one? Shouldn't there be strict rules regarding issuing such thing especially where such huge celebrities are invited?" he asked.

"Duh" Cynthia made an annoying unladylike grunt "how did they manage to enter the airport let alone the pilot seat of the flights that crashed the twin towers?" she concluded, "they have theirs ways.

John realized that his hands were folded into fists and he was raging with his eyes bloodshot red, the inner instinct to express himself became stronger. With a loud shout he lifted the table off the floor shocking him more than Cynthia.

Robby reached out to them "everything all right?" he asked.

"You.. yes" Cynthia was startled but masked it well "we got it covered" she said and lifted the table off the floor placing it back. She now patted on the back of his hands slowly untangling them.

She kept eye contact with him. "The heads think you can do it. You have the potential." She said.

"But how?" John murmured, his heartbeats calming down slowly "I don't remember shit!"

"The event is THIS weekend." She said, "take your time. Think. If you have it in you; it will always be there. No lack of memory is going to stop you to save the world."

"Save the world" were strong words ringing in his head and was too small a commoner, a layman. How did anyone expect him to something big?

He himself did not think he was capable.

"Here's the necessary information" she handed the papers to him and she pushed a picture of the lad "and he's the guy. All you have to do is shoot him dead. Here's the gun" she took a gun from her bag and handed it to him.

"Gun?" john's hands were trembling by now. He had been surrounded by gun but wasn't terrified earlier.

Perhaps the thought of shooting someone was too much for him.

A/N

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John is about to have his first mission  after the memory loss?

Has he ever killed before the memory loss?

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