Prologue - SCAVENGING JOB
Konochev district, Gorod Moy, Oslow, Parallel Universe
A man stood in front of a mission booth. He wore a black leather jacket over his grey shirt. His lower attire consisted of blue slack jeans and sneakers. There was a length of bandage wrapped around his left leg. A pair of dog tags hung around his neck, one for himself, and another for someone who was long gone. Silver colored bandana settled on his head. His mouth was frowning, and he wasn’t happy. Simply because...
“What do you mean, I was reassigned?!” 19 years-old Liam Solokov asked his district leader Marik Konochev. His arms opened up widely for answers.
“Like I said, Liam” Marik said, rubbing his forehead to relieve his headache. This was not the first person he had to argue with today. “There was an accident at your mine. Rescues are underway. In the meantime, I looked for a job for you so you could pay up the rent. This was the only one”