MTLNOVEL Chapter 30: Chapter 30
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I spent the rest of the week without incident. The day before my start date, I was given the address of the institute. It was located only 30 minutes outside of the city. It looked quite impressive. I was greeted at the entrance by one of the agents.
-Hello. I've been sent to give you a tour and tell you about your training programme. - Said the man in the standard shield agent uniform. The only name on his nametag was Sam. Pretty illogical design. Or do they only have one Sam per institute?
-Hi. Can I just drop my stuff off in my room first? - I asked, not wanting to lug my bag around the whole tour. No, it's not too heavy for me, but it's in the way.
-Yes. -Follow me. - Said Sam then handed me my schedule.
It was a pretty busy schedule. But my accelerated learning had probably contributed to its fullness. I was also interested in one peculiarity of the timetable, namely its ending in May.
-Why does the timetable end in May? - I asked, not understanding the logic and not finding in it the necessary scientific classes.
-Our direction is responsible for the training of combat agents. Your training will end in May, and then you will be transferred to Washington for training in the scientific corps. And since the data we've received indicates that you don't need training to improve your physical performance, we'll spend all those months training you in the skills needed to be a field agent. - Sam answered, not turning his head in my direction as he led me through the labyrinthine corridors.
Then I can see why the only time my physicals will be tested is tomorrow. From now on, I'm just going to be trained in spy gear and shooting.
To be honest, I didn't see anything mind-blowing. It was, like. expected. This is the canteen, these are the offices, this is the training area, this is the firing range, this is the indoor training hall, this is the car, this is the boat, this is the tank, this is the.... stop tank?! To my logical question he said that a good agent needs many skills and the ability to drive or target a tank followed by a shot is one of them. Then he told me that we would be taken to an aerodrome to learn how to fly conventional aeroplanes, helicopters and fighter jets. He also explained that no one expected me to learn how to fly all these vehicles. My training in this area would continue in Washington.Having finished my introduction to the institute I was brought back to the beginning of this journey, namely to the entrance to my room. A private room. And here again I'm not clear, was it the schedule, my father, or my superpowers? The room looked like a hotel room. A desk, TV, wardrobe, bed, mirror, bedside tables and a couple of armchairs. It was a little too delicate for a future special agent. I spent the rest of the day reading books on cybernetics.
The next day I got up at 6 a.m. and was ready for the tests. Sam was waiting for me outside the door and took me to an unknown direction (north). All the sites seemed to be on the east side and I was led to the north buildings. When we reached an unremarkable concrete structure where I thought the gardener's things were kept we went inside. Sam put his hand against the wall and a second later the concrete moved down, revealing the lift doors, which opened in an inviting manner. Stepping into the lift with Sammy I started counting how many floors we were going up. And according to my rough calculations we were down to minus six or seven floors.
Downstairs I was greeted by white walls and ceiling. I can't understand the point of white colour in all these labs and bunkers. I mean, it has to be cleaned all the time. And I don't know how those who live in this world, but for me the white underground complex causes only discomfort. I immediately remember a lot of films of not romantic genres that take place in such complexes.
After walking to the end of the corridor and entering the room we found ourselves in the gym, which with all its appearance said that it was not created for ordinary people. I was asked to get into a... a vise? I don't know how to describe it. Basically, this marvellous piece of machinery was pressing down on me from above and below at the same time. They asked me to do my best. And I promised to give it my best, so I showed them my 60-70%. Did they really expect me to give them a full set of data on my abilities?
Then I was asked to transform. To let them enjoy my transformation to the fullest I slowed down the transformation as much as I could. So instead of the usual 2-3 seconds, I was colourfully transformed for 15 seconds. The scientists, like Sam, were a little surprised. So much so that they moved a metre away from me. And tried not to look at me for the rest of the test. Then they put me back in the same simulator again. That's how all the subsequent tests went. Speed, reaction, regeneration, punching power, endurance. The only test that wasn't completed was the endurance test. They couldn't drive me, though they tried their best. But they were delighted with my regeneration. I couldn't control it, and the healing of my wounds was recorded in great detail.
I think if it hadn't been for my father, they would have been running to Fury's office an hour after the tests started, asking for permission to let me do the experiments. Well, why? Project T.A.I.I.T.I. is pretty shitty at bringing people back from the dead. And my regeneration makes it look like candy. A little more power and I'm ready for a spare life in a test tube.
After torturing me until 7pm and getting the most out of the humane tests, I was released to my room. After leaving the bunker Sam said my real training would start tomorrow. Back in my room, I collapsed onto my bed. Though physically my body was capable of going into battle right now, mentally I was exhausted.
As I began to fall asleep, a message from the system popped up in front of me.
The shadow arena has matched you with an opponent. Would you like to test yourself?
With a heavy sigh, I gave my mental consent.
And there I was again, falling into darkness. Then again this Colosseum, but this time there were more spectators and the light began to strike much earlier.
For the first three battles you will face those who can teach you a lesson. Be grateful to your Administrator.
Super. So who will be my sensei? At that moment, the pillar of light dissipated and my opponent appeared before me.
-Real? How about the Hulk again? - I turned to the void.
In a dark, dark world, in a dark, dark arena, a whining wolfhound and a man in a dark, dark suit with ears were fighting.
Realising that this was going to be a very difficult fight I immediately transformed and decided to take the initiative. Throwing myself at him, I wanted to test his armour for strength, but my claws passed me by. In response to my attack, I was hit in the stomach and chin. Being a bit stunned by the strength of a normal human, I almost missed the moment when I was about to get my knee pierced. If not for the acceleration, I could have said goodbye to my road of adventure.
Shifting my right foot and breaking the distance, I began to gently probe the ground. You may ask, how can an ordinary human fight a werewolf on equal footing? Well, there's nothing surprising about it. All the claims fall apart under just one phrase.
Because he's a BATMAN.
After circling the arena for about ten seconds, he pulled something from one of his belt pouches and threw it under his feet. Immediately after that, there was a big puff of smoke coming out of that place. And it wouldn't have been so bad if it had been a normal smoke screen. But it was tear gas. When that stuff covered the whole arena, I got really fucked up. Which made me unable to dodge his batarangs and got a couple of new holes in my body. Taking advantage of my condition, Batman snuck up from the side and gave me a series of blows to my ribs and head. All of my attacks were deflected or simply moved out of the path of the blow. Suffering from the terrible pain in my eyes and the feeling of your throat burning, I decided to reveal my trump card. Catching sight of the bat's silhouette for a moment, I unleashed a jet of flame in its direction. Not very hot, but it did a good job of obscuring his field of vision. It managed to stop the Bats for 20 seconds.
With the time gained, the gas stored in the capsule had time to run out and the arena was once again available to the eye. Covering my fists with a fiery film that could heat up at will I made an inviting gesture. In response to my amplification Batman balled his fists and an electric current began to run through them. Realising that this was about to hurt I lunged at him.
Each of his punches hit the target, and I was only able to touch him six times at most. Of course, those blows were pretty devastating. You could tell by his left side, where the armour had melted to the skin. And the blood that occasionally spurted from his mouth. But man, before that, I'd thrown two punches to nothing. That's how I should have known the metal he used to make his mark was so different. My blows barely melted it.
I was beaten like a child. My fighting skills were clownish compared to his blows. But even Batman has his limits. And after an hour of this deadly dance, I used my maximum punch and punched through his rib cage. Being blinded by my victory, I noticed too late as he stuck some kind of flask at me. A detonator appeared in his hand and with a rather intimidating smile he pressed a button. My chest exploded. But his armour was only badly crumpled. And as I fell into the darkness, I realised I'd only outlived him by one second. Fucking Batman.
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