Anytime the name 'Morgen Wallen' pops up in my head, I find it hard to stop the words 'the best' from ringing on and on. I guess I have found no other way to describe him.
It is a name that is commonly echoed among those who deal 'underground' (illegal acts), one that sends chills to the spines of all who hears it.
To tell a few, Morgen Wallen was an espionage officer/assassin working for the Amnesty, an international anti-crime agency. And although you don't get to make much of a name for yourself when you're in the line of work of a secret agent, Morgen managed to stand out as the best in a wide network of highly skilled Amnesty agents, working directly with the head of the Amnesty and was seen by none.
No one even knew how the operations between him and the head of the Amnesty were carried out. He was only identified by his works. i.e. whenever you hear that a potentially dangerous, high stakes and seemingly impossible mission has been successfully completed, Morgen Wallen took that mission and he did it alone. He was surely the best; and of the best.
Personally, he's the main reason I became an agent. He has always been my role model and source of inspiration. I wanted to be like him and possibly meet him one day or even go on a mission with him. He meant a lot to all of us.
Sadly, we spies don't carry much of an identity for ourselves on the field, just our codes. Most of the world doesn't even know of our activities or how important we are. In other words, no one knew who he was. That's classified information known only to the head of the Amnesty, Adam Strooney, a man way too dangerous to consider crossing.
One of the main reasons why the Amnesty is such a big deal and hadn't crumbled despite the opposition it has always faced was Strooney. He was smart, innovative and wise, the kind of traits needed by any successful man. Plus, he had enough dirt to keep the world off his tail.
Even still, the actions he took with all that power were always for a good cause. Doesn't seem all that realistic but it's true, he really was a good man. Even at old age, he still managed to lead us so well.
Which is why the entire world was shaken when he was found dead in his own office with a bullet through his head.
It was followed by an immediate investigation at which's end revealed a most shocking truth.
The killer was one of our agents, none other than agent IV aka, Morgen Wallen.
Ofcourse, they had to do some deep digging before his name was discovered but one way of knowing it was really him was the way in which the murder was handled. There was no evidence of his presence in Strooney's office or even the organization five hours before and after the shooting and he was afterward gone in no time, without a trace.
And they searched, but it all proved to be a waste of time. It was like he disappeared into thin air or like he never even existed. He was a pro, no doubt about it, the greatest spy who ever lived.
That was nine months ago and he's still a wanted man. The case was handled by the president of the Interpol who was not going to let the murderer breathe the same air as him, Strooney being a very good friend of his.
Though, is it weird that I never believed Morgen was the villain? I'm Elliot by the way, Ethan Elliot. I've been working for the Amnesty for about three years now.
I started some investigation of my own after I realized something was up with the case. I mean it was the 'Morgen Wallen', the world's greatest spy that supposedly killed Strooney and you don't get to work for the Amnesty without remarkable loyalty, Strooney makes sure of it. He also makes sure he can trust you by knowing every tiny detail about you and not just the ones you give him: he relies on the ones he gathers from the wide range of sources at his disposal. Morgen couldn't have been the bad-guy, he worked directly with Strooney which ofcourse offered a very thin layer to Strooney's trust; he knew this man like a family member. There was obviously another side to the story and I had to find it.
My investigation began with the main evidence pointing Morgen to the murder-the footage caught from Strooney's office.
When the detectives initially started their investigation, they found nothing tangible to carry out it out. The murder occured out at the Amnesty's headquarter location, a large, conspicuous and heavy guarded building in Quebec, Canada. Strooney's office being located at the very first floor of the 60 floored building made the detectives constantly ask themselves how a murder like that managed to happen. The strangest thing was that the it` was conducted in broad daylight meaning that on a normal day in the Amnesty, when most workers were seated and at their work, Strooney was strangely found dead in his office.
When they were on the verge of giving up, someone mistakenly found a mysterious item in one of Strooney's drawers when they were looking through the office. It drew some amount of suspicion from its design, to the way it was kept (it was found inside the surface of the drawer, obviously hidden with the intention of accidental finding).
The item was studied and it was revealed to be a video recorder with a stored footage. The footage was then extracted and played. Strooney recorded it some hours before his murder and he had a message:
"Whoever is watching this surely knows what has become of me in the future but you must take immediate action after hearing what I am about to say.
The name of the man after my life is Morgen Wallen, one of my boys from the Amnesty, the best there is, but he recently went rogue and is now after my life.
Here is his picture, his house address and everything you need to know about him (he was holding up a document with a picture and some information on it, probably Morgen's file), find him, he is dangerous if left at large and with all he knows and is capable of, all could be at great risk. Don't bother about how the murder is to be carried out, forget about me and just find him and kill him immediately; he might escape from custody"
This discovery prompted an immediate but fruitless search as Morgen had already gotten away immediately he apparently carried out the murder. His house was next to be searched and this was done by entire police stations. Yet, it was fruitless. Nothing was found on the murder or on where he was, his house was clean and not even suspiciously clean, it was just a regular house. It was clear that Morgen had been planning this for a very long time and he was not to be taken lightly. They put the word out to as many countries as they could reach, the whole world became involved; it was on the news, the internet, everywhere. Morgen's face became a trending phenomenon but yet nothing was found, crazy right?
I broke into the station and made a copy of the footage. I was trained in this kind of stuff so it was like a walk in the park.
Then my long hours of wind and rewind began. I spent weeks watching the video thoroughly. Though I didn't find anything, I was too determined to give up.
Which is what led me here, this is Morgen's house which I obviously couldn't leave out of my investigation, happy?''
That was basically everything both the unnecessary and necessary that I laid down to the person that held me captive, tied to a chair and chained to the ground. I didn't get why but I knew that I could be made to talk the hard way and even lose my life if I didn't take this person seriously.
It had happened that when I entered Morgen's house, I found the place on complete lockdown and it was terribly dark. The place had been laid with mechanisms that would detect any presence but I easily found my way around them. Like I said before, I was used to this kind of stuff.
But then I suddenly heard, ''What are you doing here?" and the next thing I heard was a loud thump on my head and it all went dark.
It was quite blurry when I woke up, took me a while to regain consciousness fully but when I did, I found out that I was held in a sitting position. My hands tied to the chair and my legs chained to the ground.
''I ask again, what are you doing here?" said the same voice but this time, it was hidden behind the thick darkness I was surrounded by as I was held under a single bulb with everywhere else.
I grudgingly started talking when I realized I was disadvantaged at that point, I couldn't escape no matter what. Plus, all the weapons I had on me were nowhere to be found; I was dealing with no novice, that was sure.
But the story I told him wasn't good enough, the loud bang on my shoulder proved it. It was from a gun so it was quite painful.
"Adam Strooney couldn't have been killed that easily. You're talking of the man that taught me everything I know on espionage.
And you left out your relationship with Strooney, you look too much like him to be taken as a mere coincidence, even the behavioral pattern is alike. You know Strooney personally. You're his son right?" The person said.
Then a wave of realization hit me, ''Morgen?'' I said, because there was no other explanation.
His response in no way confirmed it but that was all I needed.
''tell me then, everything. What happen on the night I went for the operation. How did I end up like this?" Morgen said. Then he stepped out of the shadows to reveal his appearance and then I became star struck. I was speaking to I talking Koala. But for some reason, it all made so much sense.
It had happened that Morgen had been given the mission of taking down the Derones aka, the Jezebels, the world's richest family and owners of Derone pharmaceuticals, the world's biggest chain of medical institutions. However, they didn't reach that height on a clean slate, there were a lot of illegals they had in the background, ones that could lock them up for as long as they lived. The major factor that led to their widespread growth was the extinction of all the other major health institutions on their arrival and the inability of any others to grow.
The year Derone pharmaceuticals rose to the top, the other big hospitals lost their CEOs, died and all in one year. It was strange but not as much as the same hospitals merging and tying under Derone pharmaceuticals, any others that showed prominence was quickly showed the way out of the business because things completely stopped working out for them.
The much suspicion around them gave them the alias 'jezebel' as they had no male in their family, just the mother, Maurice Derone and daughters, Laila Derone and Maya Derone. Maurice Derone was ofcourse the head of the business, a smart, clever and cunning woman who resulted to the most extreme of measures to get what she wanted, and she always did. These measures also included situations where she used her own body as a very effective tool and it was, she was a very stunning woman.
Her husband, Stephen Derone, had died a few months ago when she took their business to the next level, it seemed she had something to do with his death. However, not enough evidence was found to prove this and it remained nothing but a mere rumor and was forgotten after a while. Strooney and Stephen were good friends, but he never agreed with him on his marriage to Maurice, she was a suspicious woman, way too cunning, she seemed like a gold digger and a desperate one, one that could do anything to get the money. He was much too expectant of her betrayal since she climbed her way to wealth and she wasn't a clean woman. He did a background check on her and his findings convinced him but that however wasn't enough to convince his friend because Stephen was too blind with love to see; he claimed he saw a side of her no one else could see, perhaps he did but the fact was that he died ten years after their marriage and all his assets were quickly transferred to her.
Morgen was asked to gather information and evidence of their crimes that could lock them up for a long time. During the mission, he found out that aside from their usual source of income, they had an alternative business which was even more successful than the hospitals and that was drug traffic-they were manufacturers and distributors of illegal drugs. This was the main reason why their place as the richest was long standing and irreplaceable. The mission was going well but it all of a sudden came crashing down when it was nearing its end. The Derones had somehow gotten to know about Morgen's mission and they used all the resources at their disposal to get rid of him. Morgen became backed to a corner in an instant and his life in grave danger.
In light of the situation, Strooney contacted his friend, Dr Langley Dubrame, a scientific mind and the Amnesty's technological resource. It turns out Dubrame and his team had been working on a technique of body switching which was to change the world of espionage. This turned out to be a lucky situation as it was just what they needed.
In order for the switch to work, the bodies and brains of the involved people were to be each injected with two different nanobots, one for the brain and one for the body. It involves an exchange between the brains of the two persons which on normal circumstances wouldn't work because all would die the moment the brain was disconnected so they developed two distinct nanobots to counter this. The nanobots transform the brain and body into a plug and connect system, they become robotic and easily switched hence transferring consciousness between bodies. But any slight intervention could ruin the operation. Which is why it was made secret and was to be carried out by only Dr Dubrame.
On the night of the operation, Morgen, Dubrame and the person Morgen was switching with were carried to a secret location where the operation was to be carried out. The people who transported them were instructed to leave immediately after dropping them.
It was carried out in abandoned building in the middle of nowhere that had already been stocked with everything Dubrame would need for the surgery.
So, they started immediately they arrived. Morgen and the person he was to switch with were injected with the nanos and then some anesthetics. When they passed out, the doctor immediately started the brain extraction; which was when things took a fatal turn.
We concluded the that the building was visited by a fourth person that night as it was the only valid conclusion we could make when we found Dr Dubrame and Morgen's switch shot dead at the site the next day.