The chilly air of the night found it's way to the iron gates of one of the Hakan's enterprise's data complex. An Area which had been off limits to even the most trusted employees as guards patrolled the area for 24/7
They were indeed armed, even admits the recent charges against their notorious behavior--the guards were to shoot down even a fly that gets past the cold gates.
As it was as an order--which they could only do so much but obey.
The grey building was far outside of Istanbul, actually even out of Turkey. It was located in the northern side of, Milan, Italy.
A man, a guard stood in front of the gates. His eyes darted to the dark, he heard the trudge of a pair of boots. His body immediately went rigid as he met out a towering silhouette of a man. The pad of his thumb grazed against the firearm as his lips parted.
"Who are you? identify yourself immediately!" he ordered. When he didn't receive a response, he pointed the revolver towards whoever that was advancing forward. His eyes narrowed as he saw the the figure raise its arms up in the arm. He then caught sight of the navy blue & black uniform.
The figure came to a complete halt as the guard saw the employee attire the man wore. His eyes searched his pale face and that crooked smile that he held.
The man was tall--eerily tall. Even the stealthy company attire he wore-failed to cover the bulge of his robust physique. If anything--it accentuated them. He had raven hair and a deviating nose.
The guard lowers his firearm--just slightly, "Are you an employee?" he asks, brows furrowing as the man gives him a nod.
The guard become frustrated, "What man? did the cat take your tongue? he asks, rubbing at the edge of his revolver. The man stepped in just a little close, "Yes"...
"I'm one of the employees"... his voice came out low, hoarse. He then smiles, an unsettling smile. The guard nods and reaches for his pocket, Too dark in here... he murmurs, rummaging through the heavy-duty pant pocket.
W-What are you reaching for? the man asks suddenly. His voice faltering for just a second. Though it all became clear once the guard lit a torch. In that instant--the gray of his pupils dilated as he stepped in.
The guard's heart slightly thudded, Sir... I need you to show me your badge for proof. The man gazed at him for a second or two then nodded.
Slowly walk to me... he gestures. The man did. He walked to him in long steps. Eyes flickering to sides and then his front. When he reached him--the guard's hands moved quickly. His fingers went to his collar, there was the lanyard of the man's ID.
He gives it a quick tug and held it to his face. It was the same dude, those same pair of greys that bore on to him in an unearthly manner. Beside his picture was his name,
"Ferit Ozdemir"... a common name.
Hmm...why are you here? what's your purpose? you know this is off limits to even some employees. He raises his head at him. Unless you have special permission which may be really likely...
--the man nods* I do... he murmurs, reaching for his pocket. The guards steps back slightly as he gazed at him. What? he asks. The guards shakes his head, nothing... just do it slowly.
He nods as a grin spread his lips, he then reaches for what looks like a paper. He hands it to the guard within a distance.
The guard takes it--it was a confidential one as it also had the personal seal of the Hakan family--embedded on it.
"To: Murat Ozdemir
Work: To acquire file number 000216
To be continued>>>>>>>>>>>