This story starts in a night lonely street, a car drives in a way it shouldn't, loud music and car skids, was all of the works of this pedalling young boy nearly of a tendered age between 16 or 17 with open car windows and switching headlights up and down. His legs were continuously on the accelerator and hands on the steer, his face was hidden in the dark exposing only the lower features. Soon his eyes gazed over the three shops aligned towards each other taking look over the time on his watch, he finds it was quite late, since it was past 1 hour after midnight.
His legs switched to the brakes pedal and parked the car infront of the three shops. They were quite unique even when closed; the past light was yet spectacular to view, as it was quite crowded in the day. The first one was an art exhibition, named Pica-sa, a renowned and a quite popular one among the youths and others who pursued art as career, competitions made their luck for presenting themselves taking them to a spotlight as same as that of a celebrity.
The other was a flower and bouquet shop named the 'Evergreen', even if closed; the flowers were stills visible through a mere sneak peek, another magnificent shop, as the owner had a record of having nearly 143 species of different hybrid flowers, thanks to the Botanical Garden which paved their way through. Stealing spotlight much different than presenting arts on the barns of street.
What can we ever expect for a random teenager to stop near flaccid shops, as he quite looked the delinquent one, the middle shop was the one his eyes had gazed upon, which was none other than a coffee shop? It read on the top as 'Bay Watch Cafe', another celeb prior worshiped shop, as the customer purchased more than 3 brands of coffee, until their taste buds becomes useless in differentiating two tastes after drinking the coffee made by the owner named 'Barter Tromps.'
His legs moved towards the coffee shop, where he Suddednly stumbles across a board, which read as 'A coffee brew is better than stew. ' comparing an apple with an orange.
The shop was quite unique as there was nothing unique to begin with, it was a simple shop with many chairs, as the number of people who visits the shops are rounded upto hundred.
Barter welcomes the hooded boy, who had black clothes as his daily wardrobe to carry around, with a black hoody and a cap which was at the dark side, his eyes were covered in the dark, while exposing only his lower face. At first Barter mistakes him for being someone else, but afterwards he recognized his unforgettable attire.
'Welcome Young Man, it's been quite a while since you paid me a visit in the night.'
The boy opens up his cap and hoody, his face was completely frozen as he was reckless to expose it in the freezing months of November. He was stone cold, yet wearing his loved colour black gloves, but unfortunately it was all for show.
'Long times no see Barter-san' said the boy
'So do you want the Weekend Specials? ' asked Barter.
'No, I'll take the same as the last time, Benito the promising one' replied the boy.
'perhaps you should cycle your thoughts before ordering something young man. ' advised Barter.
'Nah, I'm good besides I am really not that hungry to screw up my taste buds at a night like this.' Replied Ricky.
'Funny as always, well it's not of my personality to keep my customer's waiting.' Said Barter and quickly prepares the order for serving.
Meanwhile, the boy switches on the television installed on the wall, where different shows were popping up as the r.c. was not in handy.
'I guess the battery's gone.' The boy Blunted to himself
He channelized it further, until he gazed upon a woman who was wearing a business suit. But tried to strip it out, he continues to watch it until, Barter...
'Young man, your order will be placed in 5 min ' said Barter.
He gets distracted by Barter calling him out and quickly channelizes it further and catches a glimpse of another woman, but this time unluckily it was just a news report. The channel read the name as fox news, as multiple incidents were being reported in the broadcast by the same woman, who had a Lavender fragrance, even when he looked at her, while sitting in a coffee shop, her dress was quite picky as the violet matched her report to the every speech she gave, it was more like a modelling Diva, rather than a news broadcast.
But a sudden report came into action which quickly demolished her smile, her expressions grew paler and more terrified, when someone sees a dead coffin in your bed taunting you to come near to it.
'Are you kidding me, what's with this report anyway? ' he told himself.
The broadcast was still on hold as the reporter tried to calm herself after seeing the coffin, bet that might made her saw a chainsaw on the night.
Anyways the broadcast was on the line, where she adjusted her make up, and after a little recitation she started spouting the words similar to that of machines code's algorithm.
' Jazzy Frisbee here, and the world along with the other barren islands have come to know the terrors of the faction which has become a murderous monster spree which can hunt and kill any single one without having second thoughts.
These, so called factions are being led by secretive terrorists organisation, and has the only motive to achieve, which is proclaim the dead nation of Europe as a communist all round nation.
Which is really freighting, but yet terrifying as people are being mercilessly crushed by their selfish demand, all in the name of uniting the people? Also their victims are being spooked over by a crazy and nostalgic symbol which can once be seen in the ancient scriptures of the history.
So, in this daily report I would like to call, the incharge of the case of terrorists' organisation, from the famous government maneuverer called as Federica. Miss Rose Green.
Miss Rose green, how are you? Been feeling leading investigation officer? 'Reported Jazzy.
'(in mind)Of, course I'm terrified, you wonder woman... ' Said Rose
'Miss... Rose.' Intercepted Jazzy.
'Oh where was I? ' said Rose.
Rose green, a beautiful woman with a round face and height which crossed over the girls around her age. She was light skinned having a light make up, which kept her identity undistinguished, as even without her make-up she was self-confident over her works that she performed.
She was the same age as that of the boy, and both resembled each other as the boy stared much at the screen rather than being worried about his dish, as it was already on the table for past 5 minutes.
'If you can finish it early, before the vanilla melts young boy. 'Barter snapped his fingers, as he wanted the boy to concentrate on his prepared masterpiece, rather than at glaring at someone, who wasn't even physically present
'I'm sorry Barter-san I think I got caught up in a hue.' Replied the boy.
'Never mind, I'll keep the television playing and besides I think it is too late for you to commence at a late night like this, and I wish you return home. ' said Barter and quickly went back to his kitchen to prepare for the next day's work out.
'Arigato ne barter- san, whenever I come here I always feel this place is a long lost home to me.' Mumbling, he quickly dragged his eyes back on track for the news feed.
'(cough) yes I can really insure the citizen and the other higher officials that this is a crisis mode and I am not really sure until when it'll last as there's no saying to what the outcomes can lead us into, whether we fall it'll all be over like jiff.
These so called Terrorists organisations are being calling themselves as 'the Owls' and are suspected to have a large scale mafia drugs and other physical assault weapons which are really a threat to the modernised Europe.
We as Americans have dignity towards our friendly neighbour countries of being useful in the time of need, and as of now to payback the things they have been doing for us, it's a owe that me must fulfil in a right way.
But this is still not the end to it, most terrifying is the fact these people draw these symbols, which was used in the name of the Demon King of Foreign affairs. '
'The demon king of foreign affairs??' asked Jazzy.
'Yeah the point here to make is to quote, that it can be a code encryption for protection of personal identity, we have many officers who are fit to do jobs like this.
And I'm 63% sure that we'll win over these triumphs, as the citizens of every countries, I request you to lock yourself in homes and other places, as I suspect that there's going to be a full-scale world war, and we really don't expect to lose lives in a panic like this.
'Before this, can you tell you me?? What are these symbols and why have they been using these? ' asked Jazzy.
'(in mind) I wish I could kill this woman. We didn't get any Intel regarding, the ancient symbols, but it's being suspected by the investigators along with archaeologists that these symbols are derived from Egypt or Syria.'
'Um... hum.. Anyways, it's been a good time with you joining our broadcast... (Disconnects Rose's server. )'said Jazzy.
While on the other side of black screen, the power cuts of and Rose was standing still in front of her camera with a fierce burning anger.
'Day, give me some water, I'm pissed.' As soon as she gets the water bottle, she completely crushes it.
'So, anyways there were some connection issues with Ms. Green, but the information we've received is quite devastating. I hope you'll never let tremor follow you through, everyone stay safe and secure' the broadcast was ended as it was already past 5 minutes that the girl Rose took, in accordance of her speech.
'You know Jazzy-san that was very rude of you??' said a crewman working under her unit.
'So, what if I am?? She was frowning and besides her light make-up was sick, I couldn't stand it that's it. ' replied Jazzy as she quickly rushed out of the studio.
'I guess, I have a feeling that those two had rough times talking with each other, anyways we can call this as 'sense of justice of women'. ' replied Ricky as he stirred up his Benito, soon he took out his green velvet dairy, named, "WRIGHT" which looked quite fascinating as it had a rare bookmark, which can never be found in some nearby place in Los Carlos.
He takes a look at his dairy.
'According to my daily schedule... I shouldn't be taking a sip or dad will crush me into two.
$ 4:30 in evening onwards, training.
$ 5:30 in evening for extra studies of combat theory...... and so on.' Said Ricky.
Suddednly, he got his phone ringing.
'Salam Ricky Convey.' A man sounded in his 30's had been on the call logs for thrice, which read the name as Jasper Lutzwort.
'Hey Jas, məni axtarmağı unutma' asked Ricky.
'Sən indi hardasan?? ' asked Jasper.
'sadəcə oturub qəhvə içmək ' replied Ricky.
'Fed rəhbərindən bir zəng alacağınıza baxın və xahiş edirəm onunla söhbət etməyin,
yayımdan əsəbiləşdi.' Asked Jasper
Narahat olmayın ki, mən həmişə xanımlarla yaxşıydım, amma bu yalnız Gülün etdiyi şey dostlarını qarışdırmaqdır.' Replied Ricky.
'yaxşıdır, tezliklə sənə bir missiya tapşıracaq və bu kimi şansların heç vaxt əlverişli olmadığı üçün hazır ol, yuxarıdakı Ricky'yi dinlə, istədiyim tək şey budur ' and disconnected the call from Ricky, as he soon began to finish his coffee as soon as possible.
Barter was grinding the coffee by himself as he extracted the coffee beans on his own, as the other woman from the flower shop 'Evergreen' had a botanical farm, so it was quite easy for her to bear cocoa, full of sacks.
He was intercepted with his work, when he heard Ricky talking with Jasper, it felt as if something was there, with Barter's mind as he did was, to hear Ricky talk, rather than him being concentrated on tomorrow's customer.
Ricky was astonished, as he never thought Barter had the eyes of suspicion, since he monitored his movements while talking on the phone. Ricky pretended, as he was still talking and got near to Barter, as his nasty eyes pretended nothing else, but a little stalking of a stranger who pops up only once in an ounce.
Ricky followed his eyes moment, with every precision, and moved his hand towards his back rib, and had his pistol on the trigger, pretending it as a back scratch. While, Barter moved over his eyes, back to his work of grinding cocoa.
'Mr Barter, I've got no cash. ' stated Ricky.
'Ah, I didn't notice, I am sorry I've got a really bad eyesight.' Said Barter.
'So, will G-pay do good ?' asked Ricky.
'Yeah, it would there's nothing to ask however, I guess you are having a real back scratch out there.' Said Barter.
'Ah, yeah I guess I didn't notice, guess this might be due to travelling all day along.' Replied Ricky.
Ricky tried to pull out his gun out a point at which, it was completely out of the holder. Suddednly, Barter spoke up.
'My son, he too knew Azerbaijani, was young had a lot of dreams, damn the way you talked it felt as if he was there talking with his Lieutenant'. Said Barter.
'Barter-san was you're son an Azerbaijani officer or a militant?? ' asked Ricky.
'There we have it, the voice of suspicion.' chuckled Barter.
'What do you mean??' asked Ricky.
'I guess you're talking with the most prominent soldier here kid... ' said Barter.
'Soldier??' surprised Ricky
'Damn this is why?? It's so early for kids of your age, I know you've been taught a lot about groundwork- o- skills, but hear me out, cause I'm not that blunt to be screwed up with!!!' chuckled Barter.
'Should I believe you??' asked Ricky.
'It's all upto you, if you don't believe you can maintain some distance, but no shooting, furniture cost me more than that nostalgic gun. ' said Barter.
Ricky quickly, withdraws his hands off from his gun-point at the back. And apologised for causing a little distress at a hour like this.
'Nah, don't worry, it's good for you to be like that, and besides it's quite important these days. ' said Barter.
'It is because of the unrest that has been caused few years ago 'said Ricky.
'So, kid where you from?' asked Barter.
Ricky zipped his jacket, while wearing his half-cut black gloves. 'I 'm sorry Barter-san, I cannot reveal my personal identity.'
'Here we go again, damn kid!!! I've never met someone such as you, but keep up with that attitude, perhaps someday it might even rescue your friends or the ones you love.' Predicted Barter.
'I have to keep up with that even though, I don't want to. I wish someday that this world might become one and would be free wars and terrors. ' said Ricky.
'Now, that's dangerous kid, the second part is quite the dangerous one.' Laughed Barter.
'Why so?' asked Ricky
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'Haven't you seen movies, where a person tries to change the world, but becomes a villain, and a hero pops up trying to prove his ideals, damn there were whole lot of crazy movies in my time. ' smiled Barter.
'Don't worry Barter-san, my story is quite a different one, because I'll be the one who will change the world, without changing the ideals of other people. ' said Ricky.
'This sort of things happen in dreams, Kid. Your dreams are big, but not complete. ' Laughed Barter.
'Then, I'll make this dream a reality, even if it costs me my life, My name is Ricky Conway and this is my story.' Said Ricky
'Don't tell me, Conway I think I have heard that name somewhere. Hey kid wait I haven't finished up yet. ' said Barter.
'Later Barter-san' Ricky quickly wore his overcoat, as the temperature dipped lower than before, as frost had been the one playing out on his glassy car. Ricky gets into his car, and with his ignition breaks, he turns on his communication system.
Ricky checks his call records on his communicator fitted on his car screen.
'I should have noticed it before, 11 missed calls, if I don't reply... 'said Ricky where a link was established.
A dark pitched building with green lined dots fixed on their Assault Rifles, such were the ones who wore a black and Prussian blue combat gears with head proof helmets, covered in every nook of the abandoned Building, was their top priority.
A grenade came launching, as it's pin was pulled off by the enemy, to blast away the Prussian combatants, from entering further, inside their base.
There was one officer, bogus of his state, so would be anyone if it were to put it in his shoes.
'Damn, why did this have to be turned out like this, I still remember the bad old days, and the good old days. ' saying he went down into his past, as shades of black background surrounded him with envious visions from the back of his time.
'Commando, it's been too long for your badges' said a person who had a overly toned body, and a badass physique, his strength was overwhelming, but he had a sorry face, while facing his Training Unit, as he delayed there graduation progress. The Assembly was ended where the Bogus Officer, was young and delusional, he had a brown lining over his black grey hairs and a pair of black pupils, which were continuously constricting due to the intense sunshine.
'Hey, Shito.' Said a trainee. Who was his friend and a comrade.
'what's up Kabuki' asked Shito
'So, what's going on your mind' asked Kabuki
'Nothing special, just a little coffee might do good' said Shito
'Damn, you always been drinking that bottle gourd, I puked when I tasted it without sugar.' Said Kabuki
'Then let me get this straight for you, I am joining, the Federalists' said Shito.
'FE...DE...RA...LI...STS?? Are you seriously not bragging up.' Asked Kabuki.
'No, I'm not, besides I never told even the head about this.' Said Shito.
Shito was happy, as his life would turn into something better and brighter, but his dreams were easily crushed, as some say that the dreams are only for those, who are destined to dream so. But in Shito's case it was bitterly crushed. His interview were rejected thrice, by the Federalist's Department as he had good pairs of transcripts, and also a tough physique to begin with, but was detained due to less self-motivation, the reason was still yet unknown for him.
He stood infront of the entrance of the building, as he stared it harder until his eyeballs popped out.
'This wasn't supposed to be like this, Shits always hats over my cursed fate, Damn you, I'll be more sophisticated in other branches or other stations then I could ever be, I don't need to work with dorks like you, who would suck out expenses from government, Damn...
It is always like this, nothing has changed this cursed fate, is still wacked up like nothing else,'
Suddednly, after another explosion with grenades, he wakes up with a shock, and watches another officer with his arms bleeding, on the left of his wounded shoulder was shot by a bullet, he gazed over Shito for a bit, and asked him whether he was okay.
'Shito, this isn't time to rest, we've got some hostages out there.' Said the officer.
'Siushi- sensei?' said Shito.
Siushi grabbed unto Shito's arms, until he crouched and led the two of them to a safe place where, the enemy wasn't having a complete axis.
'Siushi, where is Kazu and Kirishima?' asked Shito.
'They both were in the next building, or otherwise might be dead, but we have to get outta here as soon as possible. 'Warned Siushi.
'But?? What about the mission, if we abandoned it, then it'll be over.' Said Shito.
'The backup unit is proceeding, they have a clear shot, and anyways we should get outta here. ' said Siushi.
'Looks like there is no time to waste then.' Said Shito. And both of them started forging forward with their greasy assault rifles, yet they were determined to stay alive, rather than wasting their lives by the hands of enemy grenades.
'What's the co-ordinate?? ' asked Shito.
'its 45 543' N and 89 67'E' answered Siushi.
'Only few yards to go, I guess it would be at the top of entrance of this building.' Said Shito.
'You might be reaffirming, but there are a few good number of enemies out there.' Said Siushi.
'Which means....' Said Shito.
'Which means death is flabbergast.' Said Siushi.
Both of them loaded their rifles with the extra ammunition which they collected from the dead enemies and their dead comrades.
'Here take it.' Said Siushi.
'But you might need it and besides I have plenty. ' said Shito.
'Here, don't make me say twice, if anything happens to me...in case ' said Siushi.
Both of them opened the frontal door where enemies surrounded them with artilleries and various Ump9s and other grenade launchers a specific tackle ammunition unit, and the fire unit which they had at their upper hand. Shito quickly uses his 3 smoke screen bombs which made the enemies lose sight of their presence and started launching an enemy fire at the smoke's mirage. But as a quick runner ups, both of them escaped without leaving any trail behind.
And opened the entrance of the other building, as they were in myth that Kazu and Kirishima, were fine and had to search for them, before a tragedy might take place.
'Here, now be a little more sneaky. ' said Shito to himself.
'Shito are you alright' asked Siushi.
'Yep boss.' Said Shito.
They armed their rifles and blasted off the entrance and hiding at the covers in the shadows or support pillars or by using the edge of the walls, they somehow brought down a few enemies.
'I guess it's stucked... ' said Siushi.
'Melee might be a good sneak attack, I'll hold my fire you guard my arse, Siushi-san 'said Shito.
With their Melee combination they managed to move ahead, by no other means of special attacks their physical ability was enough to break some wacky necks and spines which made normal ones chilled out.
They both finally climbed up to the dense of dense hidden in the dark, the office of Zakura as the ply board had it inscribed over it...
'This is it' asked Shito.
'I thought they would have made it over to the building, through which we entered, looks like we're lucky enough to make it up until here.' Said Siushi.
'The only thing now left...' said Shito.
'Is to find those two idiots ' Siushi and Shito blasted the door way with their medium sized satchels, and with the burst, they saw a man sitting, with lights out only the candle burned to lighten the whole empty room, it had a wood furniture specially designed for keeping drink glasses of different forms red, transparent, orange and blue were the ones which were shaped in different colours, the floor was covered by a green mat and a billiards table where two men, a baldy and brute and other was shady and thin, both of them had wore an expensive tuxedo, as they had their shirts folded while playing the game.
'Welcome, Shito Nakamura and Siushi Komura, it's nice to meet the Tokyo's crime branch or the Federalists from Tokyo unit, sending two of their skilled officer, in action to grab our butts. Ah I'm sorry was it funny???
Anyways if you're here then you can be worthy of being referred to as GUEST. ' said the guy who was first spotted by the two, wearing a black plain tuxedo, and was reading a book, seemed like nothing was concerning for him, the only thing which the Tokyo branch hated about him.
'I guess, it's time you should surrender yourself,' Elijah Sensei' said Siushi.
'My bad, ah(cough) I was just concerned about you two, you basically have guns pointed at you're back, anyways we'll make it more funny, if you insist. ' said Elijah.
A handful of another two guards immobilised their weapons from a behind attack. And they found themselves, tied up on a steel chair, as they were restricted by their hands and legs movement.
'Siushi, how does it feel to walk right into a trap which can end your life?' asked Elijah.
'You can still be the same person as you were before' demanded Siushi.
Hearing this Elijah laughed hard, until he pulled out the guard's pistol to shoot him.
'Damn, this piece of crap, I could have killed him ages ago, but killing him right now, feels nostalgic like I'm back from the past ' saying he laughed again,
'You're really fallen in a sink, Sensei...' said Siushi.
'Me??(chuckled) Look at the one, who hiding his identity for benefit, you're just like me, because I was the only one who taught you the 'ART OF DECEPTION'. Let me give some demonstration ' said Elijah.
As a diversionary deception, Elijah told his henchmen, to open the other side of the room, as it was clearly connected with the other building's entrance from the other side.
'Now way don't tell me....' Said Siushi.
'Kazu... Kirishima, what have they done to you. ' shocked Shito.
As Kazu and Kirishima, had their faces normal, but their bodies were being feed by two girls, who had a ghostly appearance, as their white gowns were purely stained red with blood, as their cannibalism grew more intense, as they tried to sense Siushi and Shito.
'What in the world is happening, who are these people ' said Shito
'Ghouls... how could you do that?' said Siushi.
'Ah, so you knew about those, I guess I didn't had it in our course.' Smiled Elijah.
'Shito close your eyes... ' ordered Siushi.
'What are you talking about Siushi-san?' asked Shito.
'Fool, just do as I say, it's my top priority for letting us alive from here.' Saying he asked Shito to close his eyes, everything became black around his background, as he felt as if he had been pulled into a deep sleep, which was empty and black as a space void.
After a while, Shito was awakened, as he didn't knew what had happened, somehow his exhaustion was released, as he was surprised on seeing the two girls who were being referred to as ghouls were dead, along with the 4 henchmen , who were acting tough in the beginning, were all brutally killed by the one who was now faintly breathing on the ground, where the hidden entrance was rubbed with blood lines, as someone tried to escape the half-lost fight, who was believed to be none other than Elijah.
'Siushi-san are you alright?' asked Shito.
An ally officer was same dressed as the other two gave a hand, as he asked them to hurry up, since they had to evacuate, but the best had took place, since they completed the mission on a half-way as Elijah had only one base, depending upon the expenditure they had pulled through Drug-Activity and other sorts of kidnapping.
'Shito-San the commander wants to talk to you.' Said the officer.
'Yes sir.' Said Shito and at the other side, Ricky was still in his car dialling his call over someone.
'Damn, I didn't knew how pissed she was during the interview.' Said Ricky.
'What you said you twirk... 'a voice of a girl spooked the call.
'Nothing Rose Green. I guess words are not in my jurisdiction to name you close to shit (whispering to himself)'
'You said anything.' Asked Rose.
'Nothing Madam, it's just that, how beautifully you were dressed during your worthless interview. ' said Ricky.
'What you said again... but anyways it was hopeless, since she shut me off.' Said Rose.
'(Mumbling) I guess this should happen every day, I guess she'll make me the next head, since I am a few steps behind' smiled Ricky.
'I still have 30 years to serve my post. The only 5-badged agent. 'said Rose.
'Anyways can I get a Intel on this new mission, that you're giving me. ' asked Ricky.
'It's an S-rank, a few masked dudes are seen in a Tanforan cottage, and have kidnapped a girl named Sisika Basil, a south African tribal girl. Brown in colour, and green in eyes ' explained Rose.
'Well if it is a kidnapping mission, I guess the cops could handle it well... aren't they?? Besides she being racist (mumbling)' said Ricky
'IF you shut your ugly mouth up for once, Convey. Besides the spice which adds up to this case is that... the kidnappers are none other Tores. ' said Rose.
'Tores... who the hell are these bastards?' Asked Ricky.
'A secrete organisation, unknown of it's origins, but I believe it will prose a portentous threat, if not taken care with, and besides we don't have a lot of time, since it's not the only one who has it's ass grounded to earth. So make it quick.' Said Rose.
'Damn another mission Rose, can you please give me a break, I am already tired.' Begged Ricky.
Rose lost her temper and sprouted her anger seeds on Ricky, as the broadcast completely blew away her identity.
'You fool, I could have told someone else, you're the one who's pounding your ass sitting over a celeb coffee shop blowing your annual budget, and you're telling me to keep it low Ah!!!'. Shouted Rose.
A few moments later...
'Look, I am sorry, it's not nice of me to waste my words on such a man, but the matter of fact is that, Sisika is being captivated in the same city as you're in, hurry up and make it quick, if you screw up the mission?...' stated Rose.
'Then, What!!!' asked Ricky.
'You'll be dropped out of all your 5 stars and you'll be just a corporate officer receiving A rank missions in an ounce.' Replied Rose.
'That's so mean of you.' Said Ricky.
'everything is fair in love and war' she quickly disconnected the call and left Ricky thinking as he had a sadist turmoil all over his face.
'Tōresudesu ne.' saying he quickly dialled a new call, connecting with a guy called JACK
'Jack, I guess the choke's on me.' Said Ricky.
'Damn, I think the vodka was mixed with a big cohunes.' Said Jack, an American country-side speaking accent, with which he drooled over anyone's attention, he wore a brown suit and a dark skin tight jeans, with gummy boots along with, a brown leather hat and brownish deep blue hand gloves, which basically signified his looks to be more country looking along with a Mexican touch-up.
'Damn who the hell is Callin for me... Damn look at this Iguana, my son is Callin me, hey son long time no see...' answered Jack, as his toothpick was completely scrapped in his mouth while having his alcohol container near his right leg which was being laid on the table and a sniper which supported his shoulder while speaking with Ricky.
'Jack, we've got a mission...' stated Ricky.
Episode 2 : Rescue Mission.
'What sort of mission are you talking about Ricky?' asked Jack.
'A rescue mission.' replied Ricky.
'So, what.' Replied Jack he had an dull look over his face as always, he did seemed lazed enough to give orders, but couldn't take them.
'It's Tores, I don't know how, but Rose has requested me to look it out.' Replied Ricky.
His expressions clearly changed from a non-chanted lazy guy to a serious bookworm.
'Tores.?.....? um never heard of them.' Replied Jack.
'You're kidding me...right? Asked Ricky.
Jack, lowered his legs from the table and asked Iguana to get more bottles of wine and Indies soundtrack, as he was completely submerged into Country music and lifestyle, he even used to play ukulele in order to get some vibes of sitting in saw mill, while having a scare crow at our side at a Sunday morning.
'Damn, Kid leaves me no choice.' Jack quickly turned himself from a bullet rancher delinquent to a properly dressed Federalist, with a unique suit, being referred to as gigolo by Jack.
At the other side, Ricky was in his car playing a smooth musical track, which reduced his stress while carrying out a complicated mission. He opened up his Diary in order to stir up pages that he filled it over few months.
It Read:-
3 months ago, Suzie, John, Phil, Ricky and Evelyn it was fun, those days were caressing, nothing new, felt good as if I had someone I can call as family, I'll be more happy if those four written back from the mission, because I don't wanna tell them, how much I miss you
- yours Ricky Convey
'Damn. I should stop reminiscing things like this, anyways on page 13..., yeah here it is' read Convey.
It Read:
There's nothing new until now, but it was strange since something had happened, a black mask with creepy designs were spotted raging out from and shined as bright as red, a hellish trick for deceiving anyone, but the case remain unsolved. Some say it was just hoax, while others believe it as reality, humans of few kinds have drawn mysterious power, a theory or reality, is a big question which has no means to it's origin.
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I wonder what was the message that was left to me by Jasper, that guy is a mystery, looks cool, has a proper training regimen, lot of his female co-workers sticks to his arse like an iron rod to a magnet, good at hear, and loyal to nation. In my life time, after Jack Green no one has inspired me so much. I guess I still have a long way to go until I become a commander like Rose.
Reading, a part which helped him deal with crucial missions, although he lost his friends, a while ago, yet he doesn't fret over the world, he looked through a loop circle hanging at the rear glass, thought as if something was behind him, it was nothing more, but fatigue which made him imagine things.
Ricky gets a call from Jack, since he was finally able to make a contact, 12 minutes were passed, since the last chat, he was inside a black chopper which made no noise at all, it was a perfect model, which breaks the laws of surveillances, it also had an unique ability to blend within the environment, staying hidden over a distance, a perfect spooking machinery.
'So, you finally came Jack!!' asked Ricky.
Jack was busy cleaning his rifle, since he had his alcohol spilt over excitement.
'Yeah are things just pretty, wet here? I guess you won't mind me for few seconds, to clean this mess up. ' continued his incessant country side accent.
'Look, it's about your niece, she's the one who assigned me this mission at first place.' Replied Ricky. Jack commended not to bother with it.
'Don't worry kid, she's been always like that, I guess we should leave her alone.' Replied Jack. Another Chopper was detected on Ricky's hologram screen, but a blue one with the same features as that of Jack's Chopper.
'Anyways, Jack Green and Andy Jolt, I've recommended you two, because of your unique sniping combat abilities. Anyways Andy this is Jack, Jack was once my superior once, but felt a victim, to uncontrolled drinking habits, and ended up screwing his position, more likely he's a father to me.' Introduced Ricky.
'Drake, you've got a very wrong habit of making fun of me in front of new officers.' Said Jack.
'No way he's Jack, the expert of the sniping chopper hover' exclaimed Andy.
'Yeah, he basically has a best Range ability of shooting bulls eye at a distance of 3.2 miles, with a special rifle only made for him, 'Eagle Eye', is what it's known. Anyways he could be understood later, after we complete this mission smoothly! ' exclaimed Ricky.
'Yeah, boss.' Said Andy.
'This Andy Jolt, from Reaper council, ya know those off-screen murderers all in the name of Justice, they've literally got nearly 10 recruits out of 20,000 members, all with the intent to kill in order to demolish the enemy threat out of this world.' Said Ricky.
'Looks like they've been either hiring mafia or serial killers, with mental disruption, pretty much, the American federalists are sprayed over blood. ' said Jack.
'Let's leave it be, Andy here is an expert, to shoot, a target even when a hidden bird, moves randomly, he's been secretly awarded with the best sniper controller, than ya JACK!!!' said Ricky.
'Ah... I'm not burning at all, don't mark me.' Said Jack.
'I guess this is it for introduction then let's begin with our plan. Nothing to thing about out loud, it's pretty simple if taken into account properly. Firstly, Tanforan Cottage consists a lot of houses, few of the spies who infiltrated for operation Rescue were killed, hidden camera were able to locate the dead bodies near 220 and 214 Dolores Streets of San Francisco here.' Said Ricky.
'The enemy might have moved ahead,' suggested Andy.
'Nope you're kinda wrong here, they haven't had made any move until now, it's silly though, but I exactly don't know who Torres are at first place, but surely it's a heavy trend.' Said Ricky.
'Let's look over the same place.' Said Jack.
'Nope we split, Jack will be away at a large mile, make it upto 1.1 mile, details say that there are quite few snipers with marksmen rifles, and at the top the other with grenade launcher of 8th gen, a perfect projectile deifier, has a perfect Infra visibility, things can be only in our favour if we're extra cautious here, and most importantly no corpse. That's what she say.' Said Ricky.
'Yes sir leave it to us two while you take the ground.' Said Andy, cleaning his hands, before the start of the mission.
'Alright, let's do this.' Said Ricky. Hidden as they were, Ricky quickly hid his car by changing its colour to complete blend transparency. And set forward to move up against the hills. With a Steady mind, and clear thoughts, he made his way through the tunnels of streets, as the G.P.S tracked he was still 4 miles away from his destination. His rear mirror was screwed up again, this time it wasn't just an hallucination, but it felt like a reality to him, a strange object floating caught his attention.
He tried to take a look through his rear mirror, to try and find out, he couldn't believe what he saw just now as the same black shadow, appeared at the back, picking and placing the object, it had no eyes, but an openly visible mouth while rest was just dust and smoke. And smiled at Ricky, as he looked at him.
'What the hell was that, damn it disappeared, let just forget what had happened. ' said Ricky.
Forgetting the event that had took place, he concentrates on his mission than that of catching himself off guard. He didn't lose his cool and made it all way through the district entry, an underground highway. He was invisible to the enemy, which made their chances probable to sneak inside for the abduction.
'Now here it is the moment of surprise. Check your boxes under.' Asked Ricky.
'No way has the N-I-M sniper, a rare model only to be used by 5 stars or higher, cost nearly every 30,000 dollars. Can't believe I'm holding one.' Said Andy.
'You're absolutely right, besides the mechanism is simpler in terms, it has a regular recoil that you guys use in your normal rifle, but the most effect part comes here. You can change or manipulate the speed of the bullet once fired, those hand gloves, helps you to remote control the bullet, and you can change its projectile. But remember, nothing beats gravity, so be careful!! ' exclaimed Ricky.
'Damn, is it my birthday gift?' asked Jack.
'Boys, let's show them who's got big cohunes.' Said Ricky.
'Hey... Damn kids always ignore their elders these days.' Said Jack.
Ricky, as planned takes down the ground although he didn't have a suit which basically blends a person within the environment, yet his skills were alone to take them down. The sneak plan was launched where Jack kept up with him, while covering him through sky.
While Andy assured that the Marksman was taken care of. Ricky quickly moved it to the next step where he grappled upon the henchmen, to give them more details of a dense surveillance. But everytime....