Chapter II: Classified
A man built like a greek god with his hair tied with a bandana treks the jungles near the base of the uncharted Mount Gimlock with great finesse, his name is Jean Hartlen. Occupation: investigative journalist.
Years ago he became infamous in the industry of journalism for exposing a prostitution ring among the business elites and a few more outrageous issues. whether it's about a celebrity cheating on their spouse or possible government corruptions he'd do anything to uncover the truth even harrassing those people involved in the cases.
he'd always be portayed as a nut job or a paparazzi and not long after his debut it became apparent to many that he's a bit of a lunatic... but he has never been wrong.
Beams of sunlight peer throught the thick forests at the base of Mount Gimlock. Jean threads the thick vegetation with a machete on his right hand and recording equipment strapped all over his upper body.
" Day 4, It's a very sunny day here in the jungles of Mount Gimlock and i'm about a few kilometers away from the base where i suspect we'll find what we are looking for! " as he swishes his machete around to make way against the thick vegetation.
He's been following a lead about abduction cases leaked on the internet about a month ago and he'd been at it like a mad dog. He believes the government is involved. but he does not speak of it yet.
" If we don't then i'll live here for a few months until we find it" he says to a camera strapped to his left hand.
he continues to ramble about everything he'd discovered for about half an hour.
" The villagers near the outskirts of this jungle said to me that there were aircrafts flying in and out of the jungle supposedly carrying crates, the same day those leaks about the abductions were leaked, think there must be something here! " he speaks ardently, drowning out the silence in his viccinity.
Then suddenly a noise
" Did you hear that " he exclaims quietly as he holsters his machete to draw a silenced pistol strapped to his right leg.
The sound came from behind a tall grass in front of him. he sneaks towards. " Are you guys ready? " he whispers then he tries to part the grass to take a peek.
he slowly aims his pistol then he sees something in the near distance.
"It's my dinner" he remarks then he shoots the deer resting near a puddle of water. He nailed it right between the eyes then it feel lifeless. birds flew away as the deer fell.
he walks triumphantly over the thick part of the jungle into the woods to claim his trophy. " I truly am the best journalist of this era, no other journalist can show you the things i show you." he gloats along with a laugh of satisfaction.
" Hey look at this, do you know this personell? " a man in uniform says.
" Hmmm... there were no scheduled operations today, certainly not on foot, He looks familiar though..." the other man in uniform replies.
Unbeknowst to Jean, he stands above the very thing he seeks to uncover.
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