Samuel x Reden (WIP)
Reden gets ready for the day, he was a largely genetically advantaged Winged trygon, Trygons were somewhat like Protogens, but with full biological bodies, their visor was a flush black but was also Bioloical, and had an exceptional bodybuild. Reden grabs his weapons, ropes, his belovid Sagroivox 46 Classic ball bearing nuclear crafted metal, the gun was practically a sharpshooters gun. He gets his iconic head mask, a black fabric with a facial design that conveyed peace and war, and puts it in his duffel bag with the rest of the things.
I hear the familiar honk of the DRA truck, it looks like any other truck you would see on the roads in Phonix, but it had a GPS so if it got intercepted, DRA could react fast. I zip up my duffel bag and carry it with me to the door "I'm coming, I'm coming!" I say, feeling somewhat rushed. The DRA don't usually rush me out the door, their must be something timed happening. I pick up my pace, at least, as much as I can, eventually making it in the truck and setting my duffel to the side. Usually I would question what the agenda, and always get the same answer "Reden, you know we have to get their first." so I don't ask. "Your pretty quiet this morning Reden." Frank says. "Well, I learned, took a bit, but I learned that we have to get their first" Frank gets a kick out of that. "Glad to see your picking up on that." the rest of the ride goes decently smoothly, then we pull around a corner into a descret garage, the garage closes behind us as the wall ahead falls under the floor, a decline into a black site revealed.
The truck drives down the decline until we are in an air tight base, Trygons and Blood phoenix walking around from place, transporting boxes and weapons, some were talking to each other, others were standing in place, showing others how to do things on tablets. The area was vast and huge, there was echos, which Reden hated. He might make a request to add some padding to the walls and call it a favor, considering how much he does for this agency a day. He opens his door and hops out, carrying his duffel around his body, walking with several Blood phoenix as body guards, or is it Phoeni? Phoenixs? I don't usually dwell on my thoughts, so I won't start now. I continue walking down the sea of working beings with the bodyguard close around me, until I eventually find myself in my usual work place. I look to the guards and give a nod of thanks, they return the nod, departing me for now.
I look around my familiar room where I will be staying in for another 5 days, it had a suit on display, several weapons, a bed, a computer, a TV, my work phone, and a few other things for living. I go and close my door, and lay on the bed. I starr thinking. One thing lead to another, my thoughts run away from me, reminding me about how lonely I was, how touchstarved I was. I longed for someone to hug me, hold me, do things with me, be there when I slept alone at night in my near silent room, I start tearing up, I shake myself out of my thought train, and snatch the remote off the bed to turn on the TV. "God I'm pathetic for a hitman..." I mutter to myself, not talking to any actual person. I watch the show, it was about the study into a virus called Lori, which was going around this week, it usually goes around about this time of year. It explained that Lori was a benign and beneficial virus that caused individuals to become extremely affectionate and loving. They show images of individuals hugging each other, kissing each other, petting each other... I want to be treated like that.
I keep watching the Lori virus awareness video, images of individuals hugging each other being shown in the message "Lori can be contracted by interacting with individuals infected with Lori, sometimes just looking at them can cause infection. However, the virus does not harm anything, infact, it actually helps the Trygon population grow. Symptoms of Lori include, but are not limited to: an overwhelming urge to be extremely affectionate to anyone in sight, a minor fever, on less common cases, lust for lovers, thoughts of sexual intercourse with another adult Trygon/Blood phoenix, thoughts of affection, and others. The PCDC has developed a vaccine for this virus in the event that it mutates deadly Symptoms, but the Phonix Center for Disease Control has not yet distributed the vaccine at this time, and PCDC has refused to comment." the program ends as the next topic comes on.
Just as my thoughts went into overdrive, my computer beeped, a new mission. Thank Uni for that. I walk over to the computer and open the message "A new gang lead by NoraKora has poped up." NoraKora, NK. NK is notorious for extreme rape, they believed that rape should not only be legal, but promoted in Phonix. Dumbasses. I heard that an entire wear house of NK was killed single handedly by an individual who calls himself Blue. He was apparently raped day and night from the age of five to ten. Nearly died. What a fucking trooper! I'd neutralize myself 1 week in! My thoughts were running away from me, but I quell them for the trip to the access point. I put on the suit on display along with my mask, consealing my Identity, grabbing my duffel and my Sagroivox, and I walk out and into the hall, locking my door as I am joined by a few guards. In this mask, I was known to the public as RED-B, a highly trained hitman and militia agent. We walk to my car, a silver white car, i hop in and start driving.
I soon arrive, seeing a wearhouse, my current mission is to pull a Blue, kill all NK. Easy enough. It was late afternoon, I parked my car behind some trees, and got out, carrying my duffel over my shoulder and I set up my plan B, a code that causes the car to explode after sending a message to all DRA in the area, and I move in. I climb up a latter behind the wearhouse and I enter through a window, holding my silenced Yehenat, a pistol like weapon, and I look around, I find a few bloodied knives, there were layers of blood and... Sperm. Holy mother of Uni... I hear footsteps, 3 Tryliths judging on the frequency, I spin around and pull my Yehenat out and point it to the stairwell, hiding in a closet. 3 Tryliths walk up the stairs. Should I kill now? I see them sit down and grab a few beers. I hear them talk about how their rape session went, I block most of it out, only listening to important details. I then hear them mention locations of kidnapped individuals. Aisle 3A, 2B, 9Q and 11U. After hearing what I needed to hear, I pop out of the closet and shoot 3 rounds into the three. Blue blood splashing on the floor as the bodies fall, silently hitting the floor. At first, when I made my first ever kill, I was very hesitant, almost cost me my life. I got better and better until I killed cold. Its easier when you don't give a damn. I carefully hid the bodies in the closet I hid in and shut its doors.
I start walking down the stairs, sneaking into the main area where storage containers once held valuables, now held kidnapped people, I started sneaking down the aisle, gun out and pointing down every turn, then I reach into my duffel and pull out a speaker ball, I turn it on and throw it, the speaker ball starts making loud sounds when it hit the ground ways aways. It attracts the attention of several dozen Tryliths. Bingo. I pull out my Sagroivox and I make the first shot. "RED-B!" one calls out, seems I made a name for myself in the crime world. They are quick to begin returning fire, I duck down behind a container to avoid getting shot. I wait for them to reload, then I do something that I use often, I kick my brain into overdrive, time slows, I peak my head out and shoot 6 of them before pulling my head back, a bullet wizzing past, hitting me in the arm. I can feel the extreme heat burning into my flesh, it hurt, sure, but I've felt worse. I duck back as they start shooting again, checking my upper arm, there was an entrance but no exit, shit. I pull my pliers out of my duffel and carefully dig them into my arm, soon finding the metallic solid bullet and pulling it out, eventually it was out. I wrap it in bandages and grab my gun again. I pop the rest of them, another bullet went into my leg but it went through, no removal needed. Goodness, I was bleeding a little, but I press on, finding the containers with the kidnapped people and shoot the locks off, opening them "Follow me!" They do what I requested and follow close behind.
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