Rogue Agents Chapter 1

Hey guys, this is a story that I have been working on. Hope you like it!

In two different countries of the world, at night,two people went into their ''safehouses'', claiming it was for a ''very important meeting''. True, but they had not seen the person dressed in full black, hiding. A person in each location. No one had. They did not know, how eventful this meeting was going to be.

In New York, Carmine Marcone walked into a old abandoned warehouse, which he had been using as his base of operations. He fit right into the general Mafia look, full three piece suit, cigar, and pure white hair. And horn-rimmed glasses. As his amoral actions and economic torture of the people of Hell's Kitchen demonstrates, four eyes, zero soul.
He had his two men stationed at each door, armed with guns and Kevlar. Nobody was getting in without his say-so. He had just walked in when one of his assistants timidly approached him, dressed in an Armani suit with skirt and high heels, her dark hair tied up into a bun." Mr.Marcone, sir. I know you have a meeting that you need to go to, but there is something that requires your attention.''It clearly pained her to say this. Marcone fixed her with a glare, but followed her anyway. He was taken to a corner of the warehouse, where he found two of his men with their guns trained on two teenaged girls crouching, hugging each other, looking utterly terrified.'' We found these two girls lying asleep here. They look to have been living on the streets, fending for themselves, and came in here for shelter. What should we do with them?" She looked disgusted, as if she was being forced against her will to do this. Marcone does not notice, but instead looks closely at the girls. They look around sixteen, both looked dirty and tired. One had short and dirty blonde hair cut into a bobcut, while the other had long and flowing black hair. They were barefoot, and their feet were bleeding, and they looked to be wearing nothing but dirty and tattered nighties. Backs against the wall, they looked scared for their lives. As they should be.
"Deal with them later. And you two, leav them here, come with me." Marcone said. His assistant and guards looked at him, shocked. The assistant and the girls look secretly relieved. One of the guards stammers-" B-but why? We could just finish t-this right now! One clean headshot each!'' But them stops, when Marcone raises his right hand, the one with the black armour gauntlet." What's your hurry? Mine is that I have a meeting to get to. Don't worry, these little brats won't go anywhere. They're far too scared.'' He crouches down to get face to face with them, and sneers." Too scared to leave, for fear of what might happen if they tried. Too scared to move, we might just shoot them for the hell of it. They are paralysed with fear." He then reaches out and grips the heads of the girls, their breathing rate spikes."Just like this district. Just like this city. We do what we want, and the people are too scared to stop us. We're the Black Gauntlet, and we have their hearts clenched in our fists.'' He let go of their heads, and stood up. Abruptly, he pulled out his gun and shot his assistant in the leg. She fell to the floor, screaming and clutching her thigh.
 Marcone holstered his gun." That was for lying to me. This did not require my attention." He gestured to one of the men(the man that wanted the headshot) to follow him, who broke out of his shock and followed. One of the guards stayed behind, guarding the door. The poor girls were crying now. The assistant, clutching her bleeding leg, crawled over to them, and put her coat around the both of them and hugged them."Shh, don't worry it's gonna be okay."
The guard's face softened, and he tossed the girls his bottle of water and Subway Meatlovers. The street urchins thanked him, and started eating and drinking.It was stopping the crying, at least.
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In Tokyo, a man was kneeling at the feet of another, begging for mercy. He begged in Japanese:" Oh please, sir, let me go. I have kids to feed!" The man standing above him was cold and unmoving. Pure black suit suit with a red shirt, a scar above his eye, and red irises, he looked like a demon. He fulfilled his Yakuza epithet, "The Shinigami" (Death God)in more ways than one." That is not my concern. My concern is that you stole rations from my supply, that my men would need. That is an offence, and by the power vested in my, by me, I am at full rights to dole out whatever punishment I see fit." He gripped the katana that his subordinate was holding out, and then stabbed the kneeling man somewhere around the abdomen. He screamed in agony. "And I have deemed that you shall die a slow and painful death. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend." He went inside the factory, leaving a guard standing there. The guard saluted as the Shinigami passed him, and as soon as he was inside, the guard rushed to the bleeding man, got out some plaster from his pocket and put it on the injured area to temporarily staunch the bleeding. He then put the man's arm around his own, and helped him to the guard's care. The guard put the bleeding man in the passenger seat, got behind the wheel, and floored it. As he sped off towards the hospital he thought, he may work for Kanji Ryu, the Shinigami, but he cannot stand to let innocents die when he can stop it.
The hidden person who was in front of the factory was glad.
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In a large open room, with a dozen guards stationed around them, both Ryu and Marcone sat at the conference table, and turned on Skype. They both accepted their respective calls, and linked it up with their flat screen TV as a monitor. Marcone leaned back, feet on the table. "Wazzup, Mr.Ryu?"
Ryu looked amused." Greetings, Marcone. I see that you have no tension regarding this meeting."
Marcone yawned." No, not really. But-" He quickly straightened himself." I do have a proposition for you."
Ryu leaned forward." Pray tell, what is it?"
"We form an alliance." Marcone said." I realize that both of us are in the top tier of Mafia groups in our respective locations. if we join up, we rule it all. It would also help to build international alliances with the Yakuza and the Mafia. So, what do you say?"
Ryu thought about it for a second, then said." Sure, sounds interesting....partner."
Marcone smirked." Excellent. Now, about the-" but he stopped before he finished, as he had seen his security system, and noticed that his guards at the main entrance were dead."Wait, what?" Then he looked more closely, and he notices that there was something...no, someone.. moving across his safehouse, like a shadow. Probably just some guy in full black.  Some guy in full black that was decimating his guys in the front hallway.
He pressed a button on his intercom, and started yelling into it: "YOU IDIOTS?! ARE YOU REALLY GONNA LET SOME TWO BIT HACK BISMERCH THE NAME OF THE BLACK GAUNTLET? FIX THIS!"
A voice came out of the intercom."But Sir, we can't even see him!"
Marcone offhandedly says: "Then get glasses. I don't care about your eye problems, idiot. Now I order you to FIX this!" He hangs up, then apologetically looks at Ryu. "Sorry about that intruder got in." But Ryu didn't hear him. He was too busy observing his own security monitor. Where another black cloud was absolutely wrecking his guards.
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"Well?! What did he say, Randy?!" yells the guard that is running towards another one, holding an intercom phone. The poor sap known as Randy is trembling, replaces the phone, and yells back;" He told us to fix it, Kevin. I guess we have to look for the guy now." They both put on a brave attempt, and bring their guns out of their holsters. They cautiously move around and eventually, they start looking in through the doors. Kevin moves a bit farther away, and asks behind him if Randy sees anything. Randy says no.Suddenly, Randy sees something flicker on the wall behind him. Someone's shadow. Not his own. He turns around and shoots thrice. The bullets all hit the wall. He sighs in relief. Too soon. A pair of hands come out of the room behind him and pull him in, covering his mouth. He is silenced when the man inside slits his throat. Kevin looks behind and sees that Randy is no longer there. he rushes back to check, and looks inside the room. He finds Randy's corpse. He doesn't scream, however, but turns around and fires at what he rightfully suspects is the killer. He misses. There is no one there. He looks puzzled, and moves forward, close enough for the assassin to drop from the roof and stab him in the heart. The killer, dressed in full stealth gear, plus mask, turns on his ear piece." Lida, I need you to patch me into the sound system." "Got it." he received as a reply." Oh, and how's Kate doing over at Osaka? "Oh, just massacring their butts."
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The guards are just hanging around in the break room, which just so happens to be directly connected to the front hallway. They were hanging out, having some beer, and watching Harry Potter 5 on the TV. "Oh, man!" goes one of the guards, who points at the screen triumphantly. "Ginny is laying down some serious hurt on the Death Eaters." One of the other guards goes. "Well, it was pretty simple to guess. Most redheads are like that.." "Yeah," another guard goes wistfully," I like me a redhead."Then,They suddenly hear someone say:
"Then you're gonna love me."
The lights go off, and much scuffling is heard. Gunshots are fired, and screams are screamed, and halted as the screamers fall to the ground. The lights are then turned back on. And all of the men are dead. This was not a sight meant to cheer anyone up. Amidst the corpses stood a woman dressed in full stealth gear, and, like her colleague in New York, was wearing a full face mask and horizontal goggles. A few strand of her fiery hair were showing, she tucked them back in. "Want me to patch you in to the sound system too?" Lida asks from mission control. "Sure," Kate says. "How's Blake doing?" "Fine. He also wanted me to remind you to go to Akihabara to pick up some stuff on the list." "Yeah, I know. I gotta get some anime on Blu-Ray too." Kate then brings out her dagger, and heads out.
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Zizzo bangs his fist on his desk, and gets out his shotgun." I am surrounded by incompetence. Gotta do everything myself.." Similarly, Ryu gets his katana and stands ready, waiting for the assault. Then, they both hear something on their intercom. The exact same lines, different people.
"Gentlemen. You have eaten well. You and your kind have eaten the world's wealth. Its spirit. Your feast is nearly over. From this moment on, none of you are safe."
They start hearing footsteps, thud thud thud. The speakers are coming closer, and closer.
"Your crime are the scum of this world, the bacteria that contaminates it. You prey on the weak, and build yourself up as the mighty. You have spread, far and wide. Your web has covered much of the world. The authorities cannot stop you. The government cannot stop you. Not even an army can stop you. Not completely. But we can."
Outside of Zizzo's room, the guard that is standing at attention with the girls sees Blake coming. He throws his gun down, and flees outside. He is safe. The same cannot be said of Zizzo, as Blake slips by, the girls staring in fascination.
Ryu and Zizzo are both scanning their large rooms. They see shadows pass by, and they keep attacking. But they keep missing. All around the room, it seems. It seems that the assassins are-
"Everywhere. We are Xianthel, and to cleanse the earth of your kind, we will make you think, that we are everywhere."
Then, in both rooms, a shot is fired, and Ryu and Zizzo start falling, a bullet through their heart. "And who is to say, that we are not?" muse the assassins, as they holster their guns."Nice, guys. Quickly, report back to base." "Roger that Lida," says Blake."Oh, and Kate? Remember to meet up with your contact at Tokyo Hospital. We wouldn't have known where Ryu and Marcone's safehouses would be if they hadn't infiltrated the operations. Also, please get the stuff I asked for?" Kate nonchalantly takes off her masks, shakes her hair loose, ans says over her earpiece: "Sure, got it. See you at base." Blake turns his ear piece off, and walks back towards the entrance of the warehouse, to where Marcone's assistant and the two girls still are. Blake gives the assistant his hand, and helps pull her up." Hey, Natalie. Good job, here. How's your leg feeling?" Natalie shakes her dark hair free of her bun, sending it cascading down her back." Nah, it's fine. Listen, I know we have to leave right now, but can I ask you to keep something a secret for me?" "Sure, what is it?" Blake asks. Natalie gestures toward the girls." These poor girls have been fending for themselves off of the street, Blake. I was wondering if I could take them home to my apartment, and if you could keep quiet about it. At least until I'm ready to tell everyone else." Blake crouches down to the girls, and turns to the one with black hair." What's your name, kid?" "Anastasia," comes the cautious reply. He turns to the blonde." And yours?" "Britannia."
Blake pulls off his mask, to reveal a strong jawline, messy brown hair, and cheery blue eyes. He smiles at the girls, and helps pull them up." I hope you enjoy your new home."
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