Miles away from the city Nagasaki, in the middle of nowhere, a barrack of forts and keeps looked seemingly small; a few hundred feet away behind them was a cabalistic colossal castle, built on a river bank that stride along the bed of crippled stones which were muddy and intermittent. Darkness swells up before the starry skies, looming upon the luminous blue moon, in such clear reflection on the still river; like a drop of sapphire it portraits an aptitude for art but it was dissonant to the wintry perturbing night. The cavernous terrain was swarmed and consumed by the ominous pressure that emanated a never ending darkness; which was cascaded by two huge forts on each rear. In front of the main lookout was a flag with a symbol of a cross and a dagger pierced through the middle of the crucifix.
Inside the left fort, in a dull battered room,
“Wola” “What do I owe the pleasure of having to meet the great one?”
“Nice to see you again Mr Filominioy. How long has it been? 3 years?”
“Hmm, I fear that with my utmost brilliance I can’t seem to commemorate the situation.”
*Steps*
Another figure walked through the dark hallway.
“Oh if it is not the most detestable one yet none can compete with such beauty, the amiable and sensual body of an angel, ms Cloon, how pleasing it is to be reunited with a goddess.”
A truffle of glamorous sparkles, like prehistoric eggs, that could shake the heart of men with one gaze, the embodiment of art; the assassin, the rogue wretch, she has many titles.
The rank 7 on the world’s most wanted list revealed herself from the dark lingering expanse, “Give me a break. Why are there only two ugly ass men here?”
“As cold as ever. Sometimes I wish I could grow myself some titties.”
“You should grow a brain first, Mr Douv” .
Mr Douv has an enormous body, with one eye covered with a patch and a hat of a pirate. The Blackhand’s reputation as one of the heaviest bloodthirsty killers is partly due to the fact that he does not reason with his targets; nor anyone. Douv Delairs : Rank 10 in the world’s most wanted list.
“Oh such pity that after 3 years of not having met each other, you came back with useless bickerings.” Filominioy turned his gaze away and shrugged which was received as an act of taunt.
“.... And you still haven't changed huh, always starting your say with an oh.”
“Oh please my beloved Ms Cloon, I never thought you would watch me so closely with those gorgeous deadly eyes.”
“..... I think everyone knows this habit of yours.” Cloon exclaimed.
“Oh, how fascinating ……”
“....”
“....”
Filominoy, also known as the joker of the group is one of the deadliest criminals that has never been caught or even looked at. He never leaves a single trail, and always gets the job done. The hundred percent hit rate criminal was feared even within the organization. No one could comprehend his moves in the slightest. Filominoy : Rank 4 in the world’s most wanted.
“You look shabby” Mr Douv pointed his middle finger and swung it up and down towards the clown of the room.
“Oh after 3 years and you still could not comprehend my beautiful and charming looks? Rank 10 most wanted list.” Filominioy grinned with his teeth showing.
Mr Douv stood up and clenched his fist,. “I am never the weakest link... I just don’t get enough screen time.” His voice toned down a little.
“Well, it is indeed nice to meet you guys but where are the new members?” Filominoy asked excitedly.
“I think the leader has other plans for them. I think we are on our own here.”
“Oh, I really wanna meet the new members... I wanna battle them so badly.” Filominoy put his hand on and covered his eyes. “Oh just imagine their faces when they are drawn into the corner, ripped away from all hope of living and then they break. OH. What wonderful faces. I can’t wait to meet them..”
Ms Cloon sighed as her chin flattened and continued to raise her eyebrow, “Hey remember the rules, it is prohibited for any members to fight.”
Mr Douv then turn his body towards the opposite direction and murmured in disgust,
“This guy always gets on my nerves.”
Suddenly,
*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*
All three phones light up at the same time. They simultaneously took out their phone. Filominoy’s eye’s sparkle, he looked at the ceiling, with the skin a little wrinkled round and under them, and with the mouth a little drawn back at the corners, embracing euphoria.
The message says :
“Take out spain.”
“HO HO HO I can’t believe I get the chance to go back to my homeland.” Mr Douv stood up and placed his hand on his eye patch. The message reads :
‘Head back and make mother Russia pay.’
On Ms cloon’s phone :
‘No mercy for Germany’.
…..
The silent night roared with darkness ... wishing it could stay silent for the next days to come...
~Four days had passed~
It was a bright, pleasant Saturday morning in Osu street, Nagoya with birds chirping and the rustling of leaves tucked away dripping out nostalgic essence. With his eyes closed, taking in a huge deep breath, Muze walked out of his house. The motion put a smile on his face. ‘It has been a while since I felt this good … ‘ He stretched his back upwards and let out a huge *UGH*. ‘Never felt better.’ He glanced towards both opposite directions and took his time to what seems like a long train of thought but instead, was pure ponder. Not having to pick up reality, he strolled to his left and started to look around aimlessly like a child in an amusement park for the first time.
As he stopped at a desmart (small supermarket) to get some drinks, there was a silhouette standing across the street right outside a ‘book’ store with a banner ‘FOR ADULTS +18 ONLY’. He took a deep sigh and wondered to himself as his cheeks grew red.. I can't believe I'm doing this… sigh.’ Muze straightened his back and tilted his head 45 degrees in both directions and jay-walk the windy empty street.
The ‘book’ store was not completely empty, there were a few bodies. Muze moved to the corner and pretend to look for a magazine. He then lowered his head until his chin touched his neck and closed his eyes trying to focus his senses ...
The baffling hoodie man was scratching the back of his head while gazing upon when he felt a presence emerged from the other side of the corner. The man yawned as he continued his invasion of his own paradise. Muze’s eyes were fixated on the guy, for some reason he could not gaze away from the man in the corner. Muze walked as normal as he can be towards the center of the passageway and turned left. The presence earlier faded into thin air. Muze shrugged and used his xceed ability to track the man. The mysterious fellow took five magazines and proceeded to the cashier while leering into every direction.
‘Really? Five books? What kinda man ..’ Muze looked down on the floor as he could not conceal his embarrassment.
He quickly snapped out of it and followed the hoodie man. As soon as Muze stepped out of the store, the man vanished. Muze stayed calm and concentrated his hearing perimeter to three blocks range.
‘The specter seems to have moved to a dark alley’. He noticed a fast gesture of hands, but the specter was not moving.
‘Good.’ ‘He has not noticed me. ‘That man .. something about him seems odd. I can’t read his heart...’ ’ He moved closer and closer but the silhouette did not slow down its movements, it seemed that he might have realized the presence of another.
Without hesitation, Muze continued to jaunt forward. Curiosity overpowered his preparation to be cautious.
Once the alley was in sight, Muze stopped himself and began to maunder towards the alley. He turned inside the dark spooky alley and activated his ability once more to ensure his next move.
‘The man is sitting down? What’s going on.’
Muze moved closer and closer….
‘...’
‘WHAT THE ACTUAL’
What was in front of him was a disgusting act of humanity. The man’s eyes filled with lecherous intent - pleasure and nothing more. The man did not stop, only moving faster, he moved his own head backwards until it touches his neck and spoke with thrill,
“Amazing, glad I bought 5”. Enemsi was in his own world of bliss and when he was about to hit the home run he felt an ill presence. He turned and the two made eye contact.
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“Any news on the boy?”
“Nope. target has not been spotted.”
“Keep your eyes peeled.”
“Roger.”
The police force had invaded the Osu shopping street and assembled point positions in pursuit of their target. Captain Rhodi, who was once a mercenary and was put to jail is now the captain of division 3 Tokyo army force.. He was a very talented swordsman, but had quit swordsmanship years ago when he found his wretched desire for money.
--
“Give me updates on the operation.” Lieutenant Ruji entered his way in the HOR (Headquarters operational room).
“Yes sir.” Lady Barbara who was in charge of the off-field operation, replied as the door shut behind Ruji. “We have been waiting for 15 minutes since the target approached the hallway and an hour since we evacuated the citizens and set up the parameter , but there were no further signs coming from the alley. However, the person in charge of the field operation captain Rhodi reported that a man with a hoodie entered the alley not long before the target.”
“...”
“Sir?”
The Lieutenant was not listening. He was in deep thoughts. He felt something was not right.
“This could be a trap.”
Lady Barbara raised her right hand towards her headset,,“Do you think he knew he was being followed?”
“With all due respect, I don’t think the target knew he was being followed. My men and I are professionals.” Rhodi spoke with a deep tone, causing a bit of discomfort as he moved his hand away from his Ops-Core AMP headgear.
“Ehem … It has been 20 minutes since he came into the hallway. Something is not right..” the Lieutenant eyes were fixated on the main screen, he could not bat a single glance away.
“Do we know the identity of the person he followed?” the lieutanent turned his eyes to Lady Barbara.
“Nope, we had not catch his face sir.”
“It doesn’t matter who he is, if he is the dealer than it is even better. There is a chance that the target was following him.” Ruji denotes as he light up his cigar. “Give me eyes on the target.”
“Wait, stop.” Lady Barbara exclaimed, “If we blow this, we’ll lose him.”
“Then we better get him now.” a tyrannical command that held everyone at the edge of their seat and changed their focal point fully on the operation, the voice that is so ruthless and yet so commanding - one might feel threatened but everyone in the room responded with a nod and began to centralize their attention towards the operation. Within each of their hearts, grew a feel of admiration.
This is their leader, Lieutenant Ruji.
“Captain get your man to engage the target now, this is an order.”
-- end of chap 3 part 1 --
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