Phone App: Portable Armory

"Hands behind your back, and drop the pistol please," He said as he moved away from Patrick and he threw his pistol away.

He managed to catch a glimpse of the man that was looking around the room on the dead bodies, "Looks like you"ve done a good job. Well done. I thought that I will see your dead body."

"Wait, that voice is not a man"s voice. It is a bit distorted, the voice sounds familiar. I don"t have any idea who it is," he said as he turned her head around and saw the person who was pointing his rifle at him. It was another person that had a similar way of dressing like him.

He was wearing a black helmet with a headphone. He wore tactical goggles on top of his black skull balaclava. He was using a black tactical uniform. He was wearing a very thick level IV plate carrier and had legs and arms protector. He was wearing a rifle tactical rig and in his hands was an FN Mk 17, SCAR-H with a suppressor.

"Are you my ally?" Patrick asked him.

"Well, yes. I"m actually your ally. I"m actually here to retrieve your dead body. But since you"re barely surviving, I have to teach you basic combat medic," he said as he pointed his finger at the bullet holes in Patrick"s hand and legs.

It was still bleeding badly, but Patrick didn"t feel a thing, "That"s the magic of Stim. You won"t feel any pain, but with this kind of wound. You won"t be fit for any kind of business that you will do tomorrow if you don"t treat it correctly. Maybe a puss will come out and you will die of an infection," he said as he opened Patrick"s IFAK kit. There should be a lot that she needs. He grabbed a white can and two packs of bandages with a splint and a scissor.

"First of all. I"m not going to be here all the time. You have to do this yourself next time," he said as he sprayed the content of the white can to the now exposed foot skin that was full of red warm blood. It was a disinfectant, it felt cold and also felt weird. Then he observed Patrick"s wound.

"9mm hollow point round. You"re lucky that none is. .h.i.tting your torso," he said as he bandaged his wound. "Done, now you can do the others, I will observe."

He gave him the bandage and the disinfectant and told Patrick to treat his wounds. He started by spraying that disinfectant on the wound and he bandages his hand as quickly as he could. He finished the treatment and said, "That wasn"t hard."

"You can say that tomorrow," he said as he helped Patrick to stand up. Patrick grabbed his newly found AK and put it on his back. He also replaced the M1911 with a cheap Glock that he found. They walked out of that gang hideout aka house and they started to converse about their background.

"So... You accidentally stumbled upon the app too? It was weird you know?" Patrick asked that guy.

"Yeah, I was bored and I did the same thing as you you know? Well, my first mission was worse than this. Could you believe that I have to kill a minister of this country? Remember the news 3 years ago? Yes, that was me on my first mission," he said.

"Wow, that is quite a reputation," Patrick said.

"You know a good boy like you will find a good woman. I approve that as a woman," she said.

"Wait, you"re a woman?" Patrick said as he saw a bit of black hair was showing in the eyeslit of the balaclava.

"Well yes, surprised?" She asked him.

"Not really," he opened the gates and they left that dirty house to the police who would be arriving in a vehicle in a report of a ma.s.sive gunfight.

They walked on the streets while the other wasn"t bothered by their looks due to the fact that the area was a slum. It was very wholesome because they were the same age so the conversation was smooth and thanks to the fact that they didn"t have to show each other"s face and they had a degree of anonymity.

"So, what kind of instant noodle do you like?" He asked her.

"Well, personally I like ramen and stuff. But any noodle is delicious," she said.

"Well, it looks like we"re on the same frequency on that," She said.

"Is it ok that we"re walking with a.s.sault riffle hanging around on our backs and pistol on our thighs?" Patrick asked.

"It"s ok. As long as you still in the mission, police will turn a blind eye, and ambulance won"t come after you," she said as they crossed a bridge that connects between the slum and the moderate residential area. The rich residential area was located very far from that place. It"s rare to see a car on the road due to the fact that it"s not that busy.

"Want to go to the minimarket? Buy something?" She asked Patrick.

"With this kind of clothes and this kind of dress? Don"t you think that they will call the cops on us?" Patrick asked her.

"The cops still turn a blind eye on us as long as we don"t commit a serious crime like robbing a bank or breaking someone out of jail. So the way you"re dress doesn"t really matter," she said as they walked past a convenience store.

"Ok, I guess?" They opened the gla.s.s door of the convenience store and the cas.h.i.+er trembled when she saw two heavily armed people with a rifle on their backs. Especially when one of them was wearing a skull balaclava.

"Sorry, we just want to shop," Patrick tried to calm the female cas.h.i.+er down.

"Ok... Welcome... Happy shopping," she said as the girl that had the SCAR-H on her back was picking up a plastic basket.

They walked to the fridge where drinks were sold. There were a lot of drinks from carton milk to a small soft drink.

"Hmm, I wish I can buy small cartoon milk. But I think cold water will do for now," Patrick picked up bottled water and put it inside the basket.

"Wow, such a cheap person. Why don"t you buy flavored water or something?" She asked as she put a carton of milk inside the basket.

"Who do you think am I? A rich man?" He said as he put a package of instant noodles in the basket.

"Haha, you"re now. That dollar can be exchanged to our currency, but the procedure is quite a ha.s.sle. You can borrow my money for now," she said as she put a bag of Pringles inside the basket and they headed for the cas.h.i.+er.

In the cas.h.i.+er, that girl picked up a bar of chocolate and he picked up a piece of a lollipop. They paid for the stuff and it was cheap, maybe the whole thing was around 2$ or something. They left that convenience store and headed back to their own business. The girl went in the opposite direction and he walked away from that convenience store. His boarding house was around a kilometer away from that place and he searched for a dark alleyway where he could change his loadout.

He found an empty dark alleyway and he entered that alleyway so he could change his outfit. He noticed something ugly at the end of the alleyway, he saw many boys were trying to a.s.sault a girl. He felt disgusted by that, "As If I don"t want to f.u.c.k."

"OY!" he shouted as he fired his AK to the sky as a warning shot.

The crowd of boys was looking at him and they went running from that alleyway. Maybe they were scared of getting shot, but it got the job done. Then, he approached the girl who was trying to fix her clothes.

"Thanks, mister, anymore minute from that and it will end differently," she said as he gave Patrick a small hug and she ran away to escape from the hallway.

"On time," he said as he pressed the loadout b.u.t.ton and he changed into his school uniform back. The only difference was that he had a plastic bag containing groceries on his hand.

He noticed the boys that went running came back to the alleyway. "Oh s.h.i.+t, time to run!" he ran away from that dark alleyway and continued his journey towards his home.

His boarding teacher greeted him while she was sweeping the floor of the boarding house yard. He greeted back and headed back to his room. The boarding house usually had many tenants, but this time there were only three tenants. He, another high school boy, and a teacher, they were very close against each other.

He opened the door of his boarding house and just before he opened the door, he saw his friends approached him. He was that friend, Alex Waterson. He was his cla.s.smate and housemate.

He has brown hair and black eyes. His posture was a bit taller than Patrick, around 180 cm. "Patrick my boy, do you bring me anything?"

"What? No, I don"t. What? Do you have anything from your parents abroad?" Patrick asked.

"Nah, only this piece of ham," he said as he showed him a big piece of meat.

"Hmm, may I have some?" Patrick asked.

"Sure, don"t forget about tonight"s gaming session," Alex said before he entered the kitchen again.

"You got it," Patrick said before he entered the room.

His room was tidy for a boy"s room. It has a bed, a computer, a wardrobe, and a large window to see the outside world. Each room has its own perspective bathroom which was nice. He put his bag inside the wardrobe and prepared to study for tomorrow"s subject.

But first, he must take a shower first. He took off his clothes and noticed the bandage that was on his hand and his foot. He took a shower carefully so that the water wouldn"t splash on his wounds. 

He changed into a black loose t-s.h.i.+rt and a lounge pants and he headed downstairs to meet Chef Alex.

He was in the kitchen cutting some bread and vegetable. He wanted to make a sandwich.

"So, what do you make?" He asked Alex.

"Hmm, a steamed ham?" Alex replied as he cut the vegetable.

"Whatever you make. It must be delicious, ok?" Patrick said as he heads back upstairs as he noticed a message from the Armory System App.

[1 Friend Request]

He opened the app and added that person to the friend list. It was an unknown person from before. She sent him a message.

Unknown: "Good evening. Have you bought an Oxycodone yet?"

Patrick: "No, why? I think Paracetamol will do the job nicely."

Unknown: "You should unless you want to be paralyzed tomorrow."

Patrick: "Why?"

Unknown: "Trust me. You don"t want to know."

Patrick: "Why?"

Unknown: "It"s privacy stuff."

Patrick: "Oxycodone is prescribed stuff.  How the h.e.l.l I suppose to get a prescription?"

Unknown: "Request it from this app. Or you can buy it from the nearest pharmacist. Or you can buy it from this app, but I don"t recommend it."

Patrick: "Why?"

Unknown: "So you have a reason why there is an Oxycodone in your room."

Patrick: "Fine, send me the prescription."

Unknown: "[Pictures Sent] Here you go. Just follow the instruction so you don"t become an addict after that. 3 times a day, no more, no less."

Patrick: "All right."

He waited on his study desk while reading a subject book. He liked math and physics in particular and hated art and P.E. He studied up until Alex finished cooking.

An hour later, he came to the dining room and saw Alex and her teacher were sitting and waiting for him to come down. Alex made about 8 ham sandwiches. It was very delicious.

"You"re a good cook Alex, you will be a good husband," their teacher said.

Their teacher"s name was Helena Reyes, he has blonde hair and very white skin. Her figure was around 170 cm and had a very proportional body. Let"s just say that she was a melon.

"Thank you, ma"am," he said, but.

Helena put a book with a white cover in it and she asked, "I wonder whose book is this," she said as he opened that book and revealed some "adult model".

Patrick put his eyes on Alex whose face was sweating a lot and she said, "Alex... You have become a healthy boy."

Patrick couldn"t hold it and he broke a laugh. He laughed hard as loud as he could because of the expression on Alex"s face when he was caught in the act. Helena also noticed Patrick"s bandaged hand.

"What happened to your hands?" Helena asked as she pointed at his bandaged hand.

"Mmm, I got hit by a meat cleaver during the cooking cla.s.s," Patrick lied.

"I see that. Well, take care of that wound ok. I"m very worried," Helena said.

They finished the dinner and Patrick asked for permission to go out. Her teacher permits it and he went for a nearby drug store.

The pharmacist asked him, "What can I get for you kiddo?"

He showed the picture of the prescription, "The pharmacist nodded and he went to the backroom. But all of a sudden, he heard a familiar voice beside him.

"h.e.l.lo, Patrick, fancy meeting you here."

"Oh my G.o.d, it"s her," he nodded with heavy sweat on his face.