"You coming or what?"
The reality of what just transpired started going through my head as I just stared at him.
"You deaf" He said with a heavy coarse voice.
"Wha-What N-No"
"Then stop wasting my f*cking ti and get in" He said angrily.
I slowly walked towards him as the glass shards of the broken bottles get crushed under the sole of my shoe.
He goes inside of the door and I look inside to see a stair going downwards with no lights on.
I slowly follow him and after 20 seconds of going down the stairs I stop as we both have arrived to the end of the stairs.
Delmar reached with his right hand and pressed an old red switch which has a O and I sign in it at the right side of the wall.
Suddenly in a order, LED lights stuck to the upper wall of the room started turning on two by two.
As all the lights turned on I was finally able to see what was under the night club. It was a huge underground basent that went at least 200 ters in length. The walls were all grey in color. At the center of the basent was what is important.
At just the center of the underground basent there was what you can call a Hacker's Dream Equipnt my perspective.
Six huge LED monitors hanging from the ceiling with wires struck to it and a desk where a few keyboards with other equipnt was placed there in an unorderly fashion and one half-finished beer can at it's center position.
Delmar walked to the place of work and pulled a chair out of who-knows-where and sat in it as he looked at with his colored lens sunglasses. Taking a huge smoke from his Huge Cuban Cigar and slowly breathing it out he said to "Well then... what the fuc* can I do for you?"
Slightly disturbed by his way of speaking, I walked toward him and said "I need a Card"
"I know that already with how much you were yapping about it, what I ant was what kind of card do you need Identification, Hospital, Business, Credit, Bank, Dark Web or sothing else"
"I need a Identification Card"
"Have you ever been arrested or you had any problems with the officials?"
"No I haven't and nobody is looking for as well."
The mont I said the last sentence I realized what a huge idiot I was, I just told a complete and criminal stranger that I was alone.
"Do you have any pre-existing Identification Card?"
"No"
"Do you have a Birth Certificate or do you want a new one?"
"Oh... yeah I'll get a new one."
"That's going to cost you extra."
Delmar turned his Swivel Chair and what I assu was looking in the eyes.
"Now... the real question, Do you want to remove any past histories or docunts about you?" He said and took a drag out of his cigar.
Hmm... what should I do, should I remove my traces or sothing, but if I were to do that... that would an telling him about my real identity. Is it worth the risk... but there's no point with hiding this from him, he would just find it the mont I left here and besides he already will know my new Identity as well. I'm just gonna do it and be safe knowing that if anybody thoroughly looked for they would not find the real and would just get the new .
looking at his sunglasses I said with certainty "Sure do that"
He turned towards his monitor and asked "Real Na?"
"William Halbert"
His hands stopped typing and his eyebrows raised a little then he again started typing like he never stopped to begin with.
After typing for a while, he stopped and he looked towards the monitors and paused.
"Hey kid"
Raising my eyes I looked at him "What?"
Turning the third monitor on the air to my side he said "Is this the one?"
I get closer and look at the computer monitor and beco stumped with what I see written on it.
[ Na : William Halbert (Past Na)
Current Na : William Gray
Father's Na : None in the Records
Mother's Na : Amanda Gray
Birth Date : 27th April of the Year 5069
Classification : Class C Subject
Blood Group : AB
Family Saga : None of the Honored Ones
Potential : E Rank
Bank Information : No Information Available for review
Subject Code : 69146*462@948 ]
There was no information about my father or my involvent with them. The reason why there was the past na is because Delmar looked throughly. I know this might happen but to think those bastards had already done it in just a day. To think they were just so much selfish. 'Sigh' just thinking about it is giving huge headaches.
"Not to burst your bubbles but what do you want to do about this?"
Of course, he's going to ask that. He wanted to clean my records for any anomaly or problems but what was he going to clean, there was nothing special or uncommon about this. It was just a plain and simple looking certificate to begin with.
I depressingly think for a while than I say with a dejected voice "Do it, clean everything there is and make sure nothing is left of it."
"Before I do anything you know this is going to cost you more, this is not basic work and it takes ti to delete information from the Ministry of Records... no matter how basic the information."
"'Sigh' just do it would you."
"Alright."
After 2 minutes of non-stop clicking on the many keyboards did he finally stop and said to "Now the real work, so what kind of classification do you want?"
Confused at his words I look at him and ask "What do you an, Classification?"
"I was saying what class subject do you want to be?"
"What's Class Subject?"
Slowly turning and looking at , he said "Kid, do you really not know what I'm talking about or are you just *ucking with ."
Shaking my head in denial I said "No, I really don't know what your talking about."
Taking a huge drag he said to annoyed.
"Aah Man... This is going to be such a drag."
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