188 Why I Became A Contractor: Part 25 (1/2)

Tuesday, 10th of April 2018. Bunker. 2300 Hours.

The cold war era tunnel with a small glimpse of light was the one I could see in the middle of the bunker. The cemented tunnel led me to an underground structure that was used by someone before me to take shelter when bomb hits or something like that.

The entrance was closed with a giant blast door that perhaps could withstand a direct hit from a nuclear bomb. There was no way to break that door so I needed to use my phone to open that door.

I put the phone near that blast door and it opened very slowly due to the heavy metals contained inside of that blast door. The area behind the door was a parking lot for cars and vehicles. Judging from the size of the lift and the parking lot itself, it might be possible that a tank could be parked here.

'Hmm, new home.' The motorcycle moved to the parking lot. That bunker was most likely owned by a covert unit from a country. It was most likely to be owned by the C.I.A considering how many western techs available there.

The parking lot was filled with vehicles. One of them was an unfamiliar vehicle owned by someone whom I didn't know. I parked my motorcycle in that parking lot and someone opened the blast door of that vault.

”Who's there?” The figure shouted while holding a Galil AR with a silencer. She was wearing the black heavy body armor as same as me albeit she didn't cover her face that well.

The figure looked in my direction. She put her weapon down and walked in my direction. She opened her helmet and her face concealment. I didn't think that any contractor would have the nerve doing that, but well, her next line explained it.

”Echo said you'll be staying in this bunker for quite a while. A chef or a maid would be good for now. Isn't that correct? Lynn.” The figure offered her hands.

Her smile was so wicked. She seemed to know everything. ”How do you know?” She looked at my frowned eyes.

”It's a responsibility for me to know everyone especially since I'm everyone's medic. Can I help you?” She offered to carry my bag. I gave my bag to her. She walked away from that motorcycle.

I got off and she asked me to follow her and so I did. I followed that woman from the bunker. The first front door led to a white hallway that gave some luxurious vibe. It felt as if this bunker was made to accommodate VIP instead of covert operatives.

”My alias is Tango, call me Aline. This bunker used to be a piece of shit until I came,” She walked through the hallway with my bag on her back.

He eventually led me to an area that had many similarities to a cafeteria. There were tables and chairs in that area. There was also a kitchen that seemed to be usually cleaned.

”What do you want? I have lots of food in this bunker. It's not like I'm living a cheapskate live here,” Aline put my backpack near one of the tables.

I followed her to the kitchen of that bunker. That kitchen was big with a very large stove and other things. It must have been made to accommodate feeding lots of people at the same time. However, it looked like Aline didn't use much of that kitchen mainly since she was living alone here.

”It's quite a pain to maintain a bunker this big alone. What do you want? Beer? Wine? Alcohol? Or me?” Aline said.

I half-smiled at her and pointed my finger at the wine on the large fridge. I took them with my hands and Aline took two glasses. Both of us went back to the large cafeteria room.

We sat down in one of the chairs. Aline opened the bottle of wine and she poured a glass for me. I sipped on it and it was good, probably better than what Tara had given to me.

”You know Lynn. You should take a break, at this point, you have done half of your revenge,” Aline said.

I put the glass on the table, crossed my hands, and sighed. ”Aline, it's not that I don't want to stop. I just couldn't.”

”I know.” Aline poured the wine again.