••• “I’m Elias Thorn.” Silas Volkov said, looking at Dr. Anya Sharma directly in her eyes. She somehow made him feel calm. The kind of calm that would still have one thinking if they really wanted to do this thing, if they really wanted some woman in a dark purple English suit asking them questions about their past. She said it helped her know him more, and somehow that was true, but mostly, it helped Silas Volkov feel free, good, and able to move on with his new life. It's called therapy, she had said on their first day. The room they stayed in felt too cold to be real, warm lighting, and a calm soft rain sound playing from unseen speakers. Things that take your mind off the world and all its vile. “Do you have intentions of living forever?” Silas asked. “What makes you think this, Thorn?” Dr. Anya replied, with perplexity curled up in her tone. “Elias Thorn. I beg your pardon.” He corrected her. “My apologies. Elias. Thorn.” She said, feigning ignorance at his confiden

••• Silas arrived in the city,—London, cold and grey, and not too quiet, but quiet enough to let him know what peace was fought for, and he'll get his, here in, and from this city. It's nothing like the one he's known. Know. Knew. Whatever. There are actual functioning trains. Trains were not new to him, but this kind were, because what on earth was that speed? Why so fast? These were not the kind of trains he's grown up seeing. Really, spending an entire life in the street is not good for anyone, the world awaits everything you are, and now Silas Volkov had to blend into the modern urban sprawl, recreate himself, mingle and be part of this place. He's booked himself into Palm Hotel, a luxurious hotel in town, where he'd stay and operate from for the time being, and yes, from his heart, he doesn't want to spend a long time in this city. He began his meticulous preparations, using his old-world skills, somethings are just hard to kill, and having right behind his mind who he was h

••• Silas's internal struggle intensified, he was now being tormented by the irony of killing the daughter of a man he already killed. What was life turning into? But this was many years ago. And that teenage girl was now Eleanor Vance. God! Who would have thought they'd meet again? And meet like this. His afternoons in London were not the kind of afternoons he'd always had, and now he needed his therapist. The last time he saw Dr. Anya was about two months ago, back in Moscow, and he missed her questions, and stories. He's tried reaching her for the past one month, but she's ended up unreachable, yesterday her phone went through, and his therapy sessions with Dr. Anya Sharma would now be conducted remotely. He turned his laptop on and sat in front of it like a child, waiting to report to his mother what some boys at school have been doing. “Hello, Elias Thorn?” She said, adjusting in her seat, he could see that she's got makeup on, she never had makeup on, and she looked a li

••• Later that day, he was at his post at NexusCore, his office was quiet and mildly dark, and yes, warm even, and he loved it in there, it was cold outside, and even just the hallway was really cold, but the former security consultant had made the room warm enough for a life, she paid the price though, he'd neatly done away with her, and the bodies of the guards last week, and how down the defense of NexusCore was, boy, they didn't even realize they had lost men, he planned to keep the stealth going until he faced Eleanor Vance. His door was transparent, and as he looked up from his keyboard, it was Jax, he was just standing there, a good guess would be that he was about to knock, he could be right, but the way the people here at NexusCore were, you wouldn't tell quite rightly that you weren't being spied on. But it was Jax! He quickly got up from his chair and rushed to open up for him, whatever brought him here must be good for them both, maybe he's changed his mind, maybe he w

••• Detective Miller got home tired, it wasn't as cold as it was earlier, but he still couldn't sleep, he wouldn't dare sleep on this, even if he tried, he's been reminiscing about Silas's intel about NexusCore that he's armed with. Firstly, he had always known that there indeed was something fishy about Eleanor Vance and NexusCore, but the courage to get in and interrogate what it was, was what was missing, when he did finally find it, he summoned it up, and moved. That day, he didn't see Vance, but he saw a lot of fishy criminal work going on at NexusCore, things he wrote down in his note pad for further clarification. And he later, luckily, had a bullet swiftly pass by him while walking through the security hallway. It was Silas in a fight with Kira, he had passed that lady in the hallway, but was faced with Silas. He's known Silas, and all he could do, both the good and the bad, and yes he was a detective, he didn't want to get into trouble with a Mafia lord, retired now, but