The Story of 6 - Part 8

Greg was taken to the Kaori Masakon facility, and was directed to tell his captors everything. He did not have a problem with it, because he did not know secrets that would take down EGT or any national security secrets that they could extract from him. So he would tell them everything they wanted to know, or at least try to.

One of the Japan leaders called himself, Mitsu. Mitsu was the only one that new English and the only one kind enough to ask him questions before they would take him to a more physical means of extraction, torture. Greg knew the world well. He knew how much they would want compared to how much he actually knows. In short, he did not have a prayer.

Mitsu started taking, “I wish you to know, nothing of harm will come to you. Greg you will tell me all I must know, as I share the same fear as you do.”

Greg looked perplexed in the chair he was strapped to, “Oh, and that would be.”

Mitsu spoke a little louder than before, “the fear of what can and will happen to you if I ask a question that conveniently reveals no information.”

Greg smiled and spoke in an average tone, “Oh that! Well I hate to brake it you, but it’s like this ‘I have not been given a’ personality ‘of fear but of peace and a sound mind.’”

Mitsu stood up and slowly walked to Greg, “Yet you speak of its certainty, care to test?”

“No, ask your questions. I will be as corruptive as I can, but hear me now! The Professor takes his employees under his wing and I can assure you capturing his right hand guy, is not going to get you on his Christmas goodies side. He will come back for me, and you will be devastated.”

“Will I now! You are my captive you respect me or I will disrespect you.”

Mitsu walked up to Greg and put one hand on the back of Greg’s chair, leaned over Greg and with his right hand landed a mean punch to Greg’s stomach.

Greg was barely able to catch his breath in enough time to respond to his captor without him getting anxious. “Look I don’t mean any disrespect, please just ask your question and let me go. I don’t want the wrath of multimillion dollar company to come on you, let alone the wrath of God!”

Mitsu did not like Greg’s tone, but in all likelihood Mitsu would let Greg go.

Japan did not want to make an enemy of the United States, or at least make the US a bigger enemy then they already are. Japan wanted to negotiate with the US for the release of Greg in exchange for opening diplomatic negotiations for the acquirement of US property.

The Shadow had other ideas. The Shadow had already made a personal appearance to the Emperor and made him swear on his life that Greg would be tortured and killed.

One being had another say…




The Professor had gotten his 2 hours of sleep that he required every 24 hours. He had to rejuvenate his blood and resurrect his body, just enough to take another 3 espresso shots. The replicator began brewing it when the Professor went into a deep sleep.

“Pro-Professor-or,” echoed a small and still voice. “Professor-or, where are you?”

The Professor found himself dreaming of a pure white passageway leading to know where. In his dream he was searching for Greg.

“Professor-r where are you?”

“I’m here Lord.”

“Professor, what are you looking for?”

“Greg, Lord. I am searching for my friend Greg.”

“Greg? Is he not in front of you? Reach out and touch the door.”

“What door?”

The Professor took a leap of faith and snatched a door knob. The door knob was jade. Instantly he woke up in fear and high adrenalin. The Proffesor had a flash of Japan’s country before his eyes.

“Greg to the Professor,” the Professor touched the blue light on the intercom. “Greg to the Professor… Greg, come in! Greg!”

“Hello Professor.”

A chill went up the Professor’s spine.

“Your precious Greg is a little inconvenienced at this moment, I hope you don’t mind me saying but it will be hell for Greg.” The Shadow stomped on the intercom and maliciously laughed down the corridor.

The Lord did not like torture and neither did Professor Karros. Seconds later they pulled up the GPS location of The Shadow. The Professor found the nearest Japanese government establishment. Moments later Professor Karros, Jarred, and Task Force one were on a platform ready to jump in to action.




Greg relaxed on the chair letting his head rest on the air next to his chest. He had answered all he knew, but The Shadow was very clear. Mitsu hit Greg one last time. Mitsu snared at himself and grew very quite. Attempting to form another blow, Mitsu let out one request. “Greg’s God, have mercy on me.”

Japan had one thing going for it, loyalty. The government’s number one instilled trait from birth. The goal was to make you as loyal to whatever cause regardless of the moral implications. Greg had already answered all that he knew and was extremely corporative, but Mitsu was order to extract more information until Greg had passed out or died from torture.

Mitsu herd a small still voice, the same voice Greg was trying to speak to in his heart, and the same voice that touched Professor Karros moments ago.

“Mitsu, God-I have heard you. Mitsu, transfer him to the other room. Do not fear for the men that are coming to get Greg, are not going to hurt you. Neither is the enemy going to succeed to take him to the other room, I will get Greg will in transfer. I will save you. For I am the hope and the rescue you need.”

Mitsu knew the other room led to a special information extraction device. An electric device that would instill pain into its victims without moral reserve, but Mitsu had faith. Very small faith was in Mitsu, enough where he could just murder the order.

“Transfer him to the other room.”

“Right away, Sir!”

Greg and Mitsu’s eyes met. Greg’s spirit was relieved for he felt no fear in the eyes of Mitsu. No fear of any more torture. Mitsu told Greg without any words, ‘God will come.’

His men roughed Greg out of his little comfort on his chair and moved him to the hallway. Instantly as Greg had entered the hallway, the glass above the main hallway shattered. Greg was greeted by a descending Professor Karros, and the elite force of Task Force One.

Professor Karros grabbed Greg and the team ascending, not one shot was fired. No one could blink it was so fast, Greg was hurtled from them in matter of moments. Mitsu fell to his knees and spoke in a multitude of unknown languages.




The Shadow watched as Greg was flying away in the Task Force One chopper like vehicle. He cringed and vanished into the Emperors courts, he walked up to the high leader in full human form.

The Shadow had a black sleeveless shirt and black jeans on. The Shadow’s lack of sleeves revealed his many tattoos. The Shadows face grew intense, and he let out a cry of terror as he sliced the emperor with his ceremonial sword. The Shadow left his mark into the ground next to it and vanished without a trace.

No one would survive The Shadow if they betrayed his mercy, or the lack of it. The Shadow would not leave no good dead unpunished!