A Name Without A Past

- INSTINCT

. The precinct lobby was empty now, eerily quiet, but something felt

t hesitate. Muscle memory kicked in before thought did. He dove behind a metal bench,

rlier, skeptical but watchful. He stepped into the lobby

e casual but laced with ca

e saw it: someone moving too deliberately, someone trained. His hands hovered near his ima

oa... you've got experience

emory, no context-but his reflexes didn't lie.

nched forward, intercepting the intruder with tactical precision, twisting and redirecting

y stepping fully into the scene, gun drawn. "Ar

ictated every move, and his body obeyed without hesitation. He grab

apon raised. Her eyes widened.

anted, adrenaline surging. "They'

scanning the shadows. "You.

unding. "Instincts don't

moved closer cautiously. "Instincts? You're claiming yo

led, ready, every sense on alert. "Something tol

berate, coordinated, almost automatic. It was as if he had been trained for this, for situations whe

those. I don't know which, but whatever he is...

over, angles. Every muscle was tense. Every heartbea

omething about Larry was different. He wasn't aggressive for the sake of power or control. He was pre

The intruder's accomplices had arrived. More shado

ing his momentum to pivot and intercept a second attacker entering the lobby

ver seen anyone move like that,

! Cover the entrance! Marc

y as both shield and weapon. The attackers advanced cautiously, but Larry's pre

voice cutting through the tension

on't know. I don't remember. B

sweep, knocking him off balance. The man stumbled, then scrambled to regain footing. But Larry wa

anging loudly, forcing the attackers to duck. Larry glanced at her-her focus, her precision, her c

orked in flashes-cover, escape routes, angles of attack. Every reflex

"Ella... is he... is he trained? I m

hadn't-the eyes of the attackers. Cold, precise, familiar. They wer

her gaze. "What is it?" he

. "Not me. You. And I think... whatever you've l

as right. Every movement, every action, every shadow creeping closer-it

nstinctively, intercepting, twisting, redirecting the man with surgical precisi

never... never seen anything like t

't know who I am," he said quietly. "But so

uldn't ignore the truth: instincts didn't lie. And whatever Larry had

bby had become a chessboard, and Larry was an unpredi

swallowed the room. Only the faint emergency lights glow

d. The intruders were moving differently n

. stay close. Don't l

. He could feel the shift in the air, the tensi

ire, not footsteps. A lock, a m

ts screamed. Something n

cold, carried throu

e one they're ca

Ella's jaw tightened.

n't alone

ver-it was a weapon. And whoever was

n crimson and black. Larry crouched behind the front desk, every muscle taut, senses on high aler

near the stairwell, eyes wide, coffee forgotten on the floor. "Larry

ape routes in real time. It was as if his body remembered what his mind could not. His hands shifte

rom the left, and Larry twisted, catching the attacker by the collar, redirectin

ened. "Larry...

ted, "but I can't stop

er, more deliberate, weapon drawn. Larry reacted instantly, spinning, using the pipe to bloc

insane. He's like a soldier... a traine

. "He's surviving.

rpening his focus. He moved through the lobby like water, fluid, unpr

. Larry's muscles tensed further. He pivoted, noticing a small p

rks flew. The attacker had been closer than anyone realized. Larry dove, rolling acros

nt. Larry moved to intercept another figure attempting to flank them from the stairwell. He s

"He... he's incredible. I've never see

ers, each step calculated, each move deadly. His instincts dictated every

an the rest, moving with deliberate control. Larry's gut twisted.

e careful. That one... he's t

unlike the others. He didn't know how he knew, but he did.

h the chaos: "So... this is him. The one they call... d

e," she ordered, even as she raised

g the attention of the leader. Their eyes locked. Recognition,

a deadly dance across the lobby. Each strike Larry anticipated, each motion calculated instinctively. Yet even as

her shots precise, controlled, each one buying Larry the

. I don't know if he's a soldier, a spy... or a

and adrenaline guided him, but his mind raced too-fragments

et. Papers flew into the air like a storm of white confetti. The leader's face was hidden by a

t behind them: "Larr

m. Larry pivoted, moving with impossible speed, knocking

expected Larry to be this fast, this precise, this lethal-yet

ind raced. But he didn't stop. He couldn't.

something

surged in his mind: a face. Not Ella. Another. A shadow in the fog, wat

mirked under his mask. "Ah... the hesitation. The memory. Y

the leader's words were true. The fragments of memory, the shadows, the

ft in him. "Larry...

, voice urgent. "They-someone-they're connect

ough the lobby. "Yes... and soon, you will rememb

ng the attack, twisting, using the momentum to throw the man b

rough the storm. "L

firing. The leader followed, shadowed by remain

ar, determination, and trust. Something deep inside him r

an intruder trying to block their path. Ella fired, c

eaving, mind racing. The leader emerged behind

r instincts... your skills... they are mine to exploit. A

omething in him stirred, d

... whatever you remember, whatever they're

t know what I am... but instincts don't

pened, and the stairwell door behind them r

Ella's jaw set. Marcu

't safe. N

-was smiling, waiting