Post by AceTheKidd on Mar 9, 2015 23:49:21 GMT -5
Return of the Reaper
Freezing water rains down the window pane. The streets are wet and reflect the colors of the streetlights like a painting that's been left to run. Green, gold, and red stream down the streets and the winds are colder than the souls of men. Cars pass by on either side of the street as patrons, workers, and civilians all alike head home to take shelter from natures tender kiss. The few who remained were weekend warriors, party seekers, lone wolves, and servants of the night. Music blasts in one part of town, someone dies in another. The events seemed to blend in to each other so well, Like the shift from day to night, the switch between the sun and the moon, from blue to black cloudy skies pissing on anyone's parade who didn't like the rain. As for Shiro it was one of his favorite nights. It reminded him of a life he used to live, a certain nostalgia some people would love to forget. But oddly enough Shiro was one who loved to remember. A cold and dank hallway, A scorching sun, A freezing gust of wind, The smell of blood and the screams of.... The screams of a past life he left behind in a town and a place that no longer exist. In a part of his mind only he can access, a place he visits every night in his dreams. A place, oh yes a place. The one and only place Shiro is awake to visit on nights like these. A place called The Spinx.
Once upon a time Shiro was the head of a team of master assassins who were trained to do one thing. Finish the mission no matter what. He rose through the ranks and by the age of 11 Shiro had already been around the world and killed 15 world leaders, 32 militia lords, and four assassins. He gained the Alias Nixxis and began to lead his team to be the most feared weapon on the face of this planet. at 12 he became the Reaper of Ravenpoint completely desolating a military town by himself in only three days. at 15 he became the Desolator of Dubai foiling an attack on his syndicate with his team, the destruction they did to their finances and electricity send Dubai into the worst depression seen in 100 years, not to mention almost leveling the city with explosives. At 16 Shiro had a kill count of over 700 earning him the title of Samael. As he embraced the title of devil he worked in Macedonia taking out a terrorist leader building his regime across the Balkans . His time there torturing captives and, breaking every humanitarian law made gained him the name Bezdušni meaning soulless in Macedonian.
Shiro was in his operations room going over orders for a new invention. His reflection in the glass of Bourbon on his desk manages to interrupt his thought process just long enough for the phone to ring. There was no number, no unknown caller id, nothing. Just a call symbol on his phone. "Hmmm haven't heard from them in a while I wonder what they could want now?" Shiro said answering the phone.
"Dystopia, 20 minutes,"
The caller hangs up abruptly and the line goes dead. Shiro places the phone on his table and lights a cigarette. As the smoke fills his lungs and a sip of Bourbon fills his cheek Shiro rises from his chair. Walking to a bare wall Shiro places his right hand on the surface and a blue light shines over his wrist. "Scanning complete" an female voice says. The wall slides open to a small room. The shelves are lined with weapons from small to large, pistols, rifles, machine guns, rpg's, explosives you name it. Shiro dresses himself in an all black full armor suit and grabs a black dufflebag and a watch. The doors close behind him as he takes his leave and heads to his elevator.
Shiro exits the elevator to his garage. The lights flip on and five cars rotate to the front. Walking to an all black Pagani Huayra Shiro throws the bag in the passenger and enters the drivers seat. As he straps himself in Shiro loads two pistols and puts them in his gun holsters as he then buckles himself getting ready to take off. Pressing the push to start engine the garage doors open and he jets out. Drifting around corners and speeding down wet streets Shiro had no regard for the law. Running redlights and all he wasted no time. Entering a tunnel the Pagani furiously changed lanes leaving any challenger as a distant memory to simply be forgotten. As he exits the tunnel Shiro swings the wheel to the right swerving across a heavily crowded area thus sliding into a parking spot behind his Club Dystopia.
He proceeds to walk into the club using a secret entrance and he is in his owners quarters. A manila envelope sits on top of a silver case on his desk. As he opens it a job description, a picture, a hotel brochure , a plane ticket, and a large sum of money look Shiro in the eyes.
"You're headed to France to terminate a new player. Henry Beaulieu is the head of a technological firm and the front runner as the new world superpower. He's been supplying weapons to militias in 14 countries concocting a plan for uprisings so his newly founded private army can be put to use. He owns a club in France called La Roux which you will go to and intercept. He is heavily guarded at all times of the day and is armed himself. This completely under wraps so failure is not an option, there will be no back up for this mission and we will deny any involvement in the matter. You have been paid in advance, 500,000 in the briefcase and 20.5 million in your bank account. We have paid for your hotel and flight expenses. your flight is in an hour. Time is of the essence."
Shiro grabs the briefcase and the envelope and exits the club. Back in his car he speeds off for the airport. As he enters he is greeted by a man at the doors who takes his briefcase and duffelbag. "Follow me and we will take you to your flight Mr.Yukimura" The man smiles. They walk through a long corridor to a separate hangar with a private plane. The man places the items on the plane and says. "You will arrive in france at 11 pm, you will walk directly to the hotel and promptly change. A car will pick you up within minutes of your arrival and you will be escorted to the club.
The flight touches down in France as scheduled and Shiro is escorted to his vehicle. He's dropped off at a five star hotel named La Republique. As he enters the front doors there's a grand lobby with gold lining the ceilings, enormous chandeliers with intricate designs, murals line the walls depicting different triumphs in french history, gorgeous white pillars all hand crafted and a staff that never rests as they fly over to Shiro to help him with his bags. With no time to chat he is escorted to room 1507 and his the man from the airport appears in a staff uniform. "Your belongings are in the closet and the car is approaching." He says disappearing into a near by room.
Stripping out of his battle gear Shiro puts on a bullet proof vest and a Brioni Vanquish II suit. Very James Bond. He places two silenced pistols in his weapon holsters, a pistol in his waist line and another in his sock along with two flashbangs. Grabbing his watch he sync's up the time and pours himself a glass of complimentary Vodka left by the hotel for purchasing such a room. As he takes a shot the phone rings and he's gone.
In front of the regal hotel a black car is waiting with a driver who greets Shiro as he enters the rear seats. They drive for 5 minutes when the driver pulls over and opens the door. A large scale nightclub with people lined up for blocks and wrapping around corners all waiting to get inside. The music is pouring out into the streets as the bass fills Shiro's chest as he approaches the front door. Sliding up to the guards and past the line Shiro says "Nixxis Reap" The guards don't even check the list but allow Shiro to enter the club. Gogo dancers line the walls in cages, fire twirlers and break dancers do acrobatics in the middle of the floor, Bartenders putting on a show mixing drinks of all kinds of varieties and patrons eating it all up. Unaware of the events about to take place. As Shiro walks up to the bar scanning the room there is no sign of the target. He checks his watch and its 11:10 pm ~Few more minutes and he should make his entrance~ He thinks to himself. Calling a bartender he orders a glass of Whiskey and downs it calling for another round. A woman sits next to him at the bar and smiles. A Red headed vixen with a voluptuous body and a perfume that would entice any human soul. Her smile was perfect and as white as Shiro's hair. She looked like a walking dream, a person who couldn't exist, someone the movies allowed you to believe was real even though you knew better.
She would speak as Shiro took another sip. "Well you seem like you're having fun, one of the worlds most popular nightclubs, beautiful women everywhere, and you haven't looked at any of them besides that pretty brown lady in your cup." Shiro would smile as he would down the liquor ordering another round. "And a gorgeous young lady like yourself who is obviously being watched by every guy in this place decided to notice me out of the six, seven hundred people here. I can't seem to believe it." She would begin to chuckle and turn to the bar ordering herself a martini. "I always look for something that's different, doesn't belong, and you fit that perfectly. You're wearing a ridiculously expensive suit, you're clearly not french, and you seem to have much more on your mind than partying yet you are here in this club tonight." Shiro would turn to her and say "Well that's cause I can't dance" and with a smile he would down the cup again. "Well come and dance with me" She would say pulling him to the dance floor.
Shiro would oblige and follow, as loud EDM music would blast from the DJ's booth and they were engulfed in people. Turning around she would press her body against his as they rocked to the beat. Shiro would scan the room as a man surrounded by body guards entered the club. ~And now the big fish comes out to play~ Shiro thinks to himself. He would turn the girl around and pull her in close as they grinded on the floor. Using her as cover Shiro would watch Henry turn a corner into a long hallway and exit through two doors. The Girl would whisper in his ear "I know who you are Nixxis, do you remember me?" Shiro would grab her tighter and say "Well you should be dead Natalia but you never cease to Amaze me. I never really believe you died in Italy, there was no blood, nothing, not even a scrap of your clothes. But I'm glad you're not dead, whats it been four, five years?" They would swing and sway around the crowd as Shiro looked for a way to Henry. "Five years baby, do you remember that night hahahahaaa, ohhh cause I do with every fiber of my being! I still got the scars. And I thought you died last year in Japan but something told me you survived. Nixxis baby take me with youuu. I'm on the same big bad job as you and I don't want to do it alone! I'll let you have me" She would say sticking her tongue in his ear. "I would love that baby but you know the rules maybe after I come back from my date with Henry I can come save you." Shiro would say biting her neck. "Ohh, mhmm, but see the only thing is I'm Henry's girl so I can bring you to him, other wise you're going in loud and proud my friend. Behind those double doors are at least 10 guys with sub machine guns holding down the fort. So just promise to take me home and we can work together" Shiro would reluctantly agree as they began to leave the dance floor.
Natalia Volkov, A russian girl who worked with Shiro years before entering PHS552. The job went south and a building they were in was blown to pieces. Shiro was ejected from the window and Natalia was reported as deceased due to the explosion eradicating everything. The only DNA they found that was hers was a little bit of scorched hair. She's a demolitions expert, a master linguist, and a bush viper. She's pretty to look at but if she catches with her fangs and you don't die. Her hemotoxin definitely will kill you.
As she walks to the long hallways she taps her purse on scanner by a wall. The doors slide open and it was just as she said. There we armed guards all over the floor with MP5K's with inferred beams, UMP45's with reflex grips and acog sights, and body armor. All attention shifted to Shiro who was following along behind Natalia. They walk up to a large door and a man approaches. "How are you doing Ms.Volkov? And is this a guest?" The large body guard would ask as he blocked the doorway. "Why yes Roger this is Alex Mourris who owns a club in Dubai and wants to do business with Henry, he helped me so much in my past and when he requested a meeting I couldn't turn him down." She would say with a pleasant smile. "Very well Miss, and have a good day Mr.Mourris I hope all works out in your favor" The man would slide the door open and Henry would be on the phone facing a mural on the wall.
"No no no, thats not what I requested. The shipment is going to Darfur to our friends who need the weaponry. The other half of the shipment is going to Crimea so the rebels can defend themselves. Just make it happen" As Henry would finish his phone call he would turn to see Shiro and Natalia as she would walk over and kiss his lips. "How are you my love is all in order?" Natalia would ask with a smile. "Why yes dear, we're going to be richer than ever, now who is your little playmate? He seems very familiar" Henry asked. "This is a dear friend of mine from the past he's done work all over the world. He's most prominently known for his work in Dubai and Ravenpoint. But he's mostly known as Nixxis or Bezdusni" Henry's eye's would grow wide and he would begin to shake. "The demon who has no soul. The reaper in the flesh. You know you're reputation is quite renowned. You're the bedtime sorry I tell my kids about. The boogeyman who takes care of anyone for a price. You know I figured you would come here to see me so I had my friends ready just in ca-"
Before Henry could finish Shiro would pull out one of his silence pistols and Shoot him in the head quickly ending his life. As the bullet travel through his scalp the doors would rain down heavy gunfire on to the two. Diving behind cover Shiro slides a gun to Natalia as five men start to enter the room. They are slow and steady scanning the room for any sign of the spies. Shiro would send a flashbang from behind cover and temporarily blind the bodyguards. Jumping from behind cover Shiro would take two shots and with impeccable aim kill both men with headshots. Running to the third man he would jump and wrap his legs around the mans waist and pull the gun to his forehead pulling the trigger. Riding the mans lifeless body down to the ground Shiro would go to finish the last two when they would both drop from fatal gun shots sent by Natalia.
"Thanks" Shiro would say with a half smile as they sprinted out of Henry's office. There would be a fire team of 15 men waiting for them in the hallways. Their head body guard Roger would look heart broken to see Natalia with Shiro. "Why Ms.Volkov we got the feed from a camera in his office, he was going to change the world, he wanted to make you rich and powerful, and I loved you, AND NOW I HAVE TO KILL YOU TELL ME WHY!!" Roger would scream as his men fixed their guns on the two. "Don't take it personal Roger it comes with the job. She's been lying since day one" Shiro would say with a smile as he pulled the pin from his last flash bang. "Well thats a shame you can both die now" Roger would say as he would give the orders to shoot.
Shiro would push Natalia out of the incoming fire as he released the flashbang. The bright light would blind the firing squad and disorient Roger. "Guess I get to have a little fun" Shiro would say with a twisted smile. As he jetted out from cover he would jump wielding both pistols and slide across a long table towards the men letting out a barrage of bullets. As the bullets ripped through the air four men collapse from head shots. As the firing squad began to recover Shiro took his first human shield as he was shot at. The man who was shielding him was ripped to pieces and Shiro would use the mans UMP45 to light up two more soldiers. Running forward the remaining men would shoot at Shiro trying to gun him down before he got it striking distance but their efforts were wasted. Shiro would follow the line of sight from the nozzle of the gun and determined the path the bullet was going to travel giving him time to wiz passed each bullet. Shiro would rush the closest man and break his left knee with a kick to the inner part of the joint. As the man felt for the pain with his free hand Shiro would use that chance to put the man in an arm lock and use him as a human shield as he forced the mans arm backwards shooting and killing three of his comrades.
He would then slide behind cover with the UMP45 in hands and say "Thats 11 people. and there are 5 of you left." With the men fixed on Shiro's postion Natalia took the chance to throw a grenade in the crowd. On impact it exploded killing four of the men and fatally wounding Roger. Natalia and Shiro would walk up to Roger as he slowly bled out. "Why would you do all of this, did you really not care for us?" Roger would ask Natalia as tears formed in his eyes. "It's not that I don't care for you, its that I'm an assassin, and I love him too. Well more like lust but you get the picture. But for the record you were always sweet and charismatic, even when I had to let that dick rough me up. Thank you hun" She would say as she kissed his forehead. Roger would give his last breath as he bled out. An arm and a leg missing there was no coming back, nor would he be saved either. Not in this line of work anyways.
Shiro and Natalia would leave the club in the disguise of the panicked guests and head back to New York. Freezing water would hit the window pane. The streets would be wet and cool, like a pool on a summers day, reflecting the colors of the streetlights perfectly like a painting that finally been finished. Green, gold, and red would fit the stream down the streets as cars pass by one another on either side of the street. Patrons, workers, and civilians all alike head home to take shelter from natures loving kiss. The few who remained were weekend warriors, party seekers, lone wolves, all servants of the night. Music blasts in one part of the world, someone dies in another part. The events seemed to blend in to each other so well, Like the shift from day to night, the switch between the sun and the moon, from blue to black cloudy skies pissing on anyone's parade who didn't like the rain. As for Shiro it was one of his favorite nights. It reminded him of a life he used to live.
Shiro was in his operations room with a glass of Bourbon and a lit cigarette. The sound of bare feet on his floor would catch his attention but Shiro wouldn't bother to look. Soft arms would wrap around his neck and a gentle whisper in his ear would say. "Put that work away and come back to bed, you haven't been welcomed home enough. So welcome home Shiro"
"Yah, welcome home"
Freezing water rains down the window pane. The streets are wet and reflect the colors of the streetlights like a painting that's been left to run. Green, gold, and red stream down the streets and the winds are colder than the souls of men. Cars pass by on either side of the street as patrons, workers, and civilians all alike head home to take shelter from natures tender kiss. The few who remained were weekend warriors, party seekers, lone wolves, and servants of the night. Music blasts in one part of town, someone dies in another. The events seemed to blend in to each other so well, Like the shift from day to night, the switch between the sun and the moon, from blue to black cloudy skies pissing on anyone's parade who didn't like the rain. As for Shiro it was one of his favorite nights. It reminded him of a life he used to live, a certain nostalgia some people would love to forget. But oddly enough Shiro was one who loved to remember. A cold and dank hallway, A scorching sun, A freezing gust of wind, The smell of blood and the screams of.... The screams of a past life he left behind in a town and a place that no longer exist. In a part of his mind only he can access, a place he visits every night in his dreams. A place, oh yes a place. The one and only place Shiro is awake to visit on nights like these. A place called The Spinx.
Once upon a time Shiro was the head of a team of master assassins who were trained to do one thing. Finish the mission no matter what. He rose through the ranks and by the age of 11 Shiro had already been around the world and killed 15 world leaders, 32 militia lords, and four assassins. He gained the Alias Nixxis and began to lead his team to be the most feared weapon on the face of this planet. at 12 he became the Reaper of Ravenpoint completely desolating a military town by himself in only three days. at 15 he became the Desolator of Dubai foiling an attack on his syndicate with his team, the destruction they did to their finances and electricity send Dubai into the worst depression seen in 100 years, not to mention almost leveling the city with explosives. At 16 Shiro had a kill count of over 700 earning him the title of Samael. As he embraced the title of devil he worked in Macedonia taking out a terrorist leader building his regime across the Balkans . His time there torturing captives and, breaking every humanitarian law made gained him the name Bezdušni meaning soulless in Macedonian.
Shiro was in his operations room going over orders for a new invention. His reflection in the glass of Bourbon on his desk manages to interrupt his thought process just long enough for the phone to ring. There was no number, no unknown caller id, nothing. Just a call symbol on his phone. "Hmmm haven't heard from them in a while I wonder what they could want now?" Shiro said answering the phone.
"Dystopia, 20 minutes,"
The caller hangs up abruptly and the line goes dead. Shiro places the phone on his table and lights a cigarette. As the smoke fills his lungs and a sip of Bourbon fills his cheek Shiro rises from his chair. Walking to a bare wall Shiro places his right hand on the surface and a blue light shines over his wrist. "Scanning complete" an female voice says. The wall slides open to a small room. The shelves are lined with weapons from small to large, pistols, rifles, machine guns, rpg's, explosives you name it. Shiro dresses himself in an all black full armor suit and grabs a black dufflebag and a watch. The doors close behind him as he takes his leave and heads to his elevator.
Shiro exits the elevator to his garage. The lights flip on and five cars rotate to the front. Walking to an all black Pagani Huayra Shiro throws the bag in the passenger and enters the drivers seat. As he straps himself in Shiro loads two pistols and puts them in his gun holsters as he then buckles himself getting ready to take off. Pressing the push to start engine the garage doors open and he jets out. Drifting around corners and speeding down wet streets Shiro had no regard for the law. Running redlights and all he wasted no time. Entering a tunnel the Pagani furiously changed lanes leaving any challenger as a distant memory to simply be forgotten. As he exits the tunnel Shiro swings the wheel to the right swerving across a heavily crowded area thus sliding into a parking spot behind his Club Dystopia.
He proceeds to walk into the club using a secret entrance and he is in his owners quarters. A manila envelope sits on top of a silver case on his desk. As he opens it a job description, a picture, a hotel brochure , a plane ticket, and a large sum of money look Shiro in the eyes.
"You're headed to France to terminate a new player. Henry Beaulieu is the head of a technological firm and the front runner as the new world superpower. He's been supplying weapons to militias in 14 countries concocting a plan for uprisings so his newly founded private army can be put to use. He owns a club in France called La Roux which you will go to and intercept. He is heavily guarded at all times of the day and is armed himself. This completely under wraps so failure is not an option, there will be no back up for this mission and we will deny any involvement in the matter. You have been paid in advance, 500,000 in the briefcase and 20.5 million in your bank account. We have paid for your hotel and flight expenses. your flight is in an hour. Time is of the essence."
Shiro grabs the briefcase and the envelope and exits the club. Back in his car he speeds off for the airport. As he enters he is greeted by a man at the doors who takes his briefcase and duffelbag. "Follow me and we will take you to your flight Mr.Yukimura" The man smiles. They walk through a long corridor to a separate hangar with a private plane. The man places the items on the plane and says. "You will arrive in france at 11 pm, you will walk directly to the hotel and promptly change. A car will pick you up within minutes of your arrival and you will be escorted to the club.
The flight touches down in France as scheduled and Shiro is escorted to his vehicle. He's dropped off at a five star hotel named La Republique. As he enters the front doors there's a grand lobby with gold lining the ceilings, enormous chandeliers with intricate designs, murals line the walls depicting different triumphs in french history, gorgeous white pillars all hand crafted and a staff that never rests as they fly over to Shiro to help him with his bags. With no time to chat he is escorted to room 1507 and his the man from the airport appears in a staff uniform. "Your belongings are in the closet and the car is approaching." He says disappearing into a near by room.
Stripping out of his battle gear Shiro puts on a bullet proof vest and a Brioni Vanquish II suit. Very James Bond. He places two silenced pistols in his weapon holsters, a pistol in his waist line and another in his sock along with two flashbangs. Grabbing his watch he sync's up the time and pours himself a glass of complimentary Vodka left by the hotel for purchasing such a room. As he takes a shot the phone rings and he's gone.
In front of the regal hotel a black car is waiting with a driver who greets Shiro as he enters the rear seats. They drive for 5 minutes when the driver pulls over and opens the door. A large scale nightclub with people lined up for blocks and wrapping around corners all waiting to get inside. The music is pouring out into the streets as the bass fills Shiro's chest as he approaches the front door. Sliding up to the guards and past the line Shiro says "Nixxis Reap" The guards don't even check the list but allow Shiro to enter the club. Gogo dancers line the walls in cages, fire twirlers and break dancers do acrobatics in the middle of the floor, Bartenders putting on a show mixing drinks of all kinds of varieties and patrons eating it all up. Unaware of the events about to take place. As Shiro walks up to the bar scanning the room there is no sign of the target. He checks his watch and its 11:10 pm ~Few more minutes and he should make his entrance~ He thinks to himself. Calling a bartender he orders a glass of Whiskey and downs it calling for another round. A woman sits next to him at the bar and smiles. A Red headed vixen with a voluptuous body and a perfume that would entice any human soul. Her smile was perfect and as white as Shiro's hair. She looked like a walking dream, a person who couldn't exist, someone the movies allowed you to believe was real even though you knew better.
She would speak as Shiro took another sip. "Well you seem like you're having fun, one of the worlds most popular nightclubs, beautiful women everywhere, and you haven't looked at any of them besides that pretty brown lady in your cup." Shiro would smile as he would down the liquor ordering another round. "And a gorgeous young lady like yourself who is obviously being watched by every guy in this place decided to notice me out of the six, seven hundred people here. I can't seem to believe it." She would begin to chuckle and turn to the bar ordering herself a martini. "I always look for something that's different, doesn't belong, and you fit that perfectly. You're wearing a ridiculously expensive suit, you're clearly not french, and you seem to have much more on your mind than partying yet you are here in this club tonight." Shiro would turn to her and say "Well that's cause I can't dance" and with a smile he would down the cup again. "Well come and dance with me" She would say pulling him to the dance floor.
Shiro would oblige and follow, as loud EDM music would blast from the DJ's booth and they were engulfed in people. Turning around she would press her body against his as they rocked to the beat. Shiro would scan the room as a man surrounded by body guards entered the club. ~And now the big fish comes out to play~ Shiro thinks to himself. He would turn the girl around and pull her in close as they grinded on the floor. Using her as cover Shiro would watch Henry turn a corner into a long hallway and exit through two doors. The Girl would whisper in his ear "I know who you are Nixxis, do you remember me?" Shiro would grab her tighter and say "Well you should be dead Natalia but you never cease to Amaze me. I never really believe you died in Italy, there was no blood, nothing, not even a scrap of your clothes. But I'm glad you're not dead, whats it been four, five years?" They would swing and sway around the crowd as Shiro looked for a way to Henry. "Five years baby, do you remember that night hahahahaaa, ohhh cause I do with every fiber of my being! I still got the scars. And I thought you died last year in Japan but something told me you survived. Nixxis baby take me with youuu. I'm on the same big bad job as you and I don't want to do it alone! I'll let you have me" She would say sticking her tongue in his ear. "I would love that baby but you know the rules maybe after I come back from my date with Henry I can come save you." Shiro would say biting her neck. "Ohh, mhmm, but see the only thing is I'm Henry's girl so I can bring you to him, other wise you're going in loud and proud my friend. Behind those double doors are at least 10 guys with sub machine guns holding down the fort. So just promise to take me home and we can work together" Shiro would reluctantly agree as they began to leave the dance floor.
Natalia Volkov, A russian girl who worked with Shiro years before entering PHS552. The job went south and a building they were in was blown to pieces. Shiro was ejected from the window and Natalia was reported as deceased due to the explosion eradicating everything. The only DNA they found that was hers was a little bit of scorched hair. She's a demolitions expert, a master linguist, and a bush viper. She's pretty to look at but if she catches with her fangs and you don't die. Her hemotoxin definitely will kill you.
As she walks to the long hallways she taps her purse on scanner by a wall. The doors slide open and it was just as she said. There we armed guards all over the floor with MP5K's with inferred beams, UMP45's with reflex grips and acog sights, and body armor. All attention shifted to Shiro who was following along behind Natalia. They walk up to a large door and a man approaches. "How are you doing Ms.Volkov? And is this a guest?" The large body guard would ask as he blocked the doorway. "Why yes Roger this is Alex Mourris who owns a club in Dubai and wants to do business with Henry, he helped me so much in my past and when he requested a meeting I couldn't turn him down." She would say with a pleasant smile. "Very well Miss, and have a good day Mr.Mourris I hope all works out in your favor" The man would slide the door open and Henry would be on the phone facing a mural on the wall.
"No no no, thats not what I requested. The shipment is going to Darfur to our friends who need the weaponry. The other half of the shipment is going to Crimea so the rebels can defend themselves. Just make it happen" As Henry would finish his phone call he would turn to see Shiro and Natalia as she would walk over and kiss his lips. "How are you my love is all in order?" Natalia would ask with a smile. "Why yes dear, we're going to be richer than ever, now who is your little playmate? He seems very familiar" Henry asked. "This is a dear friend of mine from the past he's done work all over the world. He's most prominently known for his work in Dubai and Ravenpoint. But he's mostly known as Nixxis or Bezdusni" Henry's eye's would grow wide and he would begin to shake. "The demon who has no soul. The reaper in the flesh. You know you're reputation is quite renowned. You're the bedtime sorry I tell my kids about. The boogeyman who takes care of anyone for a price. You know I figured you would come here to see me so I had my friends ready just in ca-"
Before Henry could finish Shiro would pull out one of his silence pistols and Shoot him in the head quickly ending his life. As the bullet travel through his scalp the doors would rain down heavy gunfire on to the two. Diving behind cover Shiro slides a gun to Natalia as five men start to enter the room. They are slow and steady scanning the room for any sign of the spies. Shiro would send a flashbang from behind cover and temporarily blind the bodyguards. Jumping from behind cover Shiro would take two shots and with impeccable aim kill both men with headshots. Running to the third man he would jump and wrap his legs around the mans waist and pull the gun to his forehead pulling the trigger. Riding the mans lifeless body down to the ground Shiro would go to finish the last two when they would both drop from fatal gun shots sent by Natalia.
"Thanks" Shiro would say with a half smile as they sprinted out of Henry's office. There would be a fire team of 15 men waiting for them in the hallways. Their head body guard Roger would look heart broken to see Natalia with Shiro. "Why Ms.Volkov we got the feed from a camera in his office, he was going to change the world, he wanted to make you rich and powerful, and I loved you, AND NOW I HAVE TO KILL YOU TELL ME WHY!!" Roger would scream as his men fixed their guns on the two. "Don't take it personal Roger it comes with the job. She's been lying since day one" Shiro would say with a smile as he pulled the pin from his last flash bang. "Well thats a shame you can both die now" Roger would say as he would give the orders to shoot.
Shiro would push Natalia out of the incoming fire as he released the flashbang. The bright light would blind the firing squad and disorient Roger. "Guess I get to have a little fun" Shiro would say with a twisted smile. As he jetted out from cover he would jump wielding both pistols and slide across a long table towards the men letting out a barrage of bullets. As the bullets ripped through the air four men collapse from head shots. As the firing squad began to recover Shiro took his first human shield as he was shot at. The man who was shielding him was ripped to pieces and Shiro would use the mans UMP45 to light up two more soldiers. Running forward the remaining men would shoot at Shiro trying to gun him down before he got it striking distance but their efforts were wasted. Shiro would follow the line of sight from the nozzle of the gun and determined the path the bullet was going to travel giving him time to wiz passed each bullet. Shiro would rush the closest man and break his left knee with a kick to the inner part of the joint. As the man felt for the pain with his free hand Shiro would use that chance to put the man in an arm lock and use him as a human shield as he forced the mans arm backwards shooting and killing three of his comrades.
He would then slide behind cover with the UMP45 in hands and say "Thats 11 people. and there are 5 of you left." With the men fixed on Shiro's postion Natalia took the chance to throw a grenade in the crowd. On impact it exploded killing four of the men and fatally wounding Roger. Natalia and Shiro would walk up to Roger as he slowly bled out. "Why would you do all of this, did you really not care for us?" Roger would ask Natalia as tears formed in his eyes. "It's not that I don't care for you, its that I'm an assassin, and I love him too. Well more like lust but you get the picture. But for the record you were always sweet and charismatic, even when I had to let that dick rough me up. Thank you hun" She would say as she kissed his forehead. Roger would give his last breath as he bled out. An arm and a leg missing there was no coming back, nor would he be saved either. Not in this line of work anyways.
Shiro and Natalia would leave the club in the disguise of the panicked guests and head back to New York. Freezing water would hit the window pane. The streets would be wet and cool, like a pool on a summers day, reflecting the colors of the streetlights perfectly like a painting that finally been finished. Green, gold, and red would fit the stream down the streets as cars pass by one another on either side of the street. Patrons, workers, and civilians all alike head home to take shelter from natures loving kiss. The few who remained were weekend warriors, party seekers, lone wolves, all servants of the night. Music blasts in one part of the world, someone dies in another part. The events seemed to blend in to each other so well, Like the shift from day to night, the switch between the sun and the moon, from blue to black cloudy skies pissing on anyone's parade who didn't like the rain. As for Shiro it was one of his favorite nights. It reminded him of a life he used to live.
Shiro was in his operations room with a glass of Bourbon and a lit cigarette. The sound of bare feet on his floor would catch his attention but Shiro wouldn't bother to look. Soft arms would wrap around his neck and a gentle whisper in his ear would say. "Put that work away and come back to bed, you haven't been welcomed home enough. So welcome home Shiro"
"Yah, welcome home"
