First Day Here

[Losvaise]

Los stepped off the plane and into the terminal with his luggage brushing lightly around him. Big city life was never really his thing, but this is what the job called for. The terminal definitely reflected the city; people of all shapes and sizes roamed around, trying to find their flight or waiting or who knows what.

This place was as he expected, and soon enough he would get the chance to live up to his reputation as a cold blooded killer. There were no surprises here, he read up on the file from this place and on the elementals. Those were the main focus of his visit, both for his job and his personal interest. He hoisted up his duffel bag farther up his shoulder. That was his baby right there, light as she could get and still heavy. She had a whole other bag, specially for her.

He breezed past security without any problem. Apparently someone already cleared the way for him. The guards barely glanced at him as his railgun went through the x-ray, and turned off the personnel x-ray so his pistols would not set it off. Was this agency card some get out of jail free card or something? If so this could be very fun. obviously he wouldn't be taking it too far, but enough to have fun without complication.

He entered the terminal and sat down. Too many bags. he put his glasses on and scanned the area for elementals, not for any particular reason, mainly to see the glasses work. He hadn't been told to hit anyone yet, so there really was no reason. There was also no reason to tell anyone about the glasses, as far as anyone else would be concerned, they were simply stylish.

[Cross]

A finger drifted up and down the touchpad cellphone as Cross went through all of the unfinished marks on the KOS list. She had been sent to this damn building to pick up an ‘special’ agent. Supposedly he had a pretty heavy background, not that she cared. You have killed Satan himself and Cross wouldn’t have given a damn. Their job was unlike any other, despite what anyone thought. She had been at this over seven years, two without the agencies help. This punk would have to do something pretty damn impressive for her to care.

Though, she would have to admit, he was… unique. A record like his didn’t come often, more like never. She wouldn’t have come if she didn’t think he’d be somewhat helpful. But she had seen so many new agents with impressive records try to quit, or die. She really didn’t expect too much from him. It was actually kinda annoying that they gave him special privileges before he even killed his first elemental.

A few newly added marks showed on her phone, somewhat wishing they would appear at that moment. Her frustration needed some relief, and a few more to her kill count would make a nice add on. But should she even have met them, she was on orders to take care of her new charge first. Hell, she was wearing the Special Antiterrorist Agency T-shirt. For the Circle’s sake, this thing was like a walking bullseye. The SAA in blue, red and white letters surrounded in a black background showed through her opened leather jacket. A beacon for citizens and the new agent alike.

Sure, nobody knew the real job of the SAA, but damn man, what the hell is the point of making her wear it in broad daylight. And they had picked the wrong damn size. It was so freakin tight. Cross was by no means not confident with her figure, but she didn’t need to show it off like this. They put the freakin logo on her bust for Circle’s sake. She wasn’t sure if they were perverted or it really was an accident, all she knew was, the thing was going to hell when she got the opportunity. And she was finding the person who bought it and kicking his ass, twice.

The common stares found her and the silver bands and chains on her arms. Stupid bastards need to just stop staring. She is what she is, no point in taking pictures. Though, she was attracting more attention then usual. Five different curses left her mouth as she realized it was the freakin shirt. Have they never seen an athletic police chick in a tight shirt before? Seriously, what the hell?

Her arms crossed her body in an attempt to cover up the obvious attention getter. Though the shirt still showed off a little bit of her stomach. She vowed to kill the bastards who ordered it in at least the second most painful way she could think off. If she hadn’t been ordered to wear it, she would have just stripped the damn thing and gone with the leather jacket zipped up. The Agency owed her a bonus for this.

Finally, the man appeared, walking through the scanners with little trouble. The beauty of getting lenience within the law. Cross could never get over how much easier that made her life. Let’s just say she wasn’t the best at ‘stealth’. If she got to into a fight, there was gonna be a few holes in the wall and a lot of collateral damage. Exploding Frisbees don’t take kindly to location.

Her combat boot that was leaning on the wall fell off and headed towards the man. The oh so hyped about sunglasses rested over his eyes. Corss was kinda pissed off about those. She had done just fine without them, and they give some freakin rookie with a pretty record the new toy, and she gets to welcome him. What the hell is that shit? Damn man, give the person who is known to do well in this field the new gadgets, not some new kid in town.

A sigh left her lips as she stopped in front of him. The best most polite front she could put up took position on her face as she walked up to the man. The posture drilled into her took form and she looked at him straight in the eyes, unable to fully mask the cold look that typically graced her face. She was going to hate this job. “Welcome to Sion, you can call me Cross. Eclipses was unable to arrive today, so I will be your..tourguide.” The word left her lips in a disgusted fashion. “First things first, I need your cellies number, we transmit data on our.. jobs, to everyone’s cellphones via the KOS email system. Whenever there is a job that needs to be taken care of, a mass email is sent out, and if you can take care of it soon, you tag it. Then that mark becomes yours. I assume you’ll use your little eye toy to receive them.” The obvious annoyance at the fact she had been looked over for the gadgets was not held back from her tone. The next part had to be forced to be clean, otherwise more colorful words would have been applied, “The… communications officer… was unable to get your number before hand. So should you give it to me, I can enter it into the database from my phone.”

A hand waved in the air as she went through the motions, “Also, you will most likely get mandatory marks with your permissions as a ‘solo unit’. Solo units are allowed to free roam besides any mandatory marks. As they were so kind as to give a new guy like you solo unit status, I expect you to kick ass, and not get in my way. Mandatory marks are to be taken care of before all others. Even as a solo unit, you might be called to act in a group for big cases. Mandatory kills are for your paycheck, KOS marks are for bonuses. To keep from screwing each other up, it is preferred you don’t go after a already tagged KOS mark, unless extraordinary circumstances happen.”

She reached into her bag drawing out the last part of the crash course, she handed him a bag, with the SAA ID on top. “Inside you will find your shirt like the one I’m wearing,” She once again thought about how she would kill them for making her draw attention to it. “A laptop for you to connect to the Database and the internet, while it has priority access allowing you to take advantage of any internet connection before anyone else. And your ID within the Agency. Using it you get a shitload of police leniency and as you saw with the scanners, the Agency makes life a hell of a lot easier. If you so need, you can call in for a media blackout. Do you have any questions?”

[Losvaise]

He watched as the woman approached him, and sat silently as she gave out her spiel. He barely even twitched as she talked on, and actually almost zoned out while looking at readouts on his visor. This information had already been given to him readily during company briefing on the way here, but he let her talk and let her do her job. He almost laughed out loud when she mentioned the shirt. When she was finished he took the sunglasses off and looked at her for a moment before talking. He decided some sort of friendly voice was in order. Somewhere close to a professional, not condescending, and somewhat open.

"You know, politicians and lackeys never do change. " he chuckled slightly. "The name's Losvaise, and it looks like you need a new shirt. You can take that one; by the looks of things it probably won't fit me anyway." He took the bag from her and examined the laptop. POS really. He could probably transfer the necessary part to a better one soon. Wouldn't be all that hard, couple of cracks here and there. "Actually I will send my number directly to corporate myself and tell them to send you my number. It may not be safe in here."

He got up and put his sunglasses back on. She was a snazzy little firecracker. Perhaps a little too fiery for her own good. However, she would make a decent comrade; it was likely they would work together eventually. He took particular interest in her reports, they were terribly sarcastic and sometimes ended in total annihilation of the target. Those strange frizbee's of hers were a slightly drastic measure for what could have been done with a simple bullet but hey, who was he to judge. The things technology could do these days. When he was little, discs were sometimes the only things he had to play with. Everything from old CDs to disc golf discs they played with. It prepped them for running and kept their minds off the war.

He had looked at the dossier on this "SAA" and checked out the profile of almost all the members. He remembered her: flashy, boisterous, dangerous. Of course, everyone in the solo category was dangerous. There were only a few of them, and he got to join the ranks. Lucky Los. Oh yes, he expected to be dangerous. Now, if they were going to be working together, he would have to be nice, at least a little.

"As far as the sunglasses are concerned, if you are so depreciated by me having them, I am sure I can get a pair for you. Now, what are you supposed to show me?" Well, that was not exactly nice, but at least he offered. picked up his duffel bag and took the t-shirt out, looked at it expressionless and offered it to her. "Like I said, it probably wouldn't fit me. Besides, I usually don't go around advertising my employer."

[Cross]

A twitch came from Cross at his first comments to her. She didn’t really like the comment about politicians and lackeys, but she didn’t like the sound of it either. And she really didn’t like him telling her what he was doing. Second in command of the Agency would be her, and this guy didn’t seem to respect that. She didn’t give a damn to what ‘mercenary’ group he came from, as far as she cared, all that trash was just guns for hire who do anything for money. Pathetic reason to kill people as far as she was concerned, and she wasn’t gonna take shit from this punk.

Though, she held her tongue, since Eclipses had ordered her to be a good escort, otherwise she would have been half tempted to see him ‘trip’ while she was walking next to him. Damnable she couldn’t just drop his ass and make him beg, but he would have to come to treat her with respect sometime. If not… well, Cross hated her job, but she would make sure to take advantage of some perks.

Shaking that aside, she went back to listening to him talking. His offer kinda pissed her off, not that it should have, but as she wasn’t offered them to begin with, she wasn’t going to beg for his toys, “No thanks, but you can keep your plaything, I’ve done well enough without it. That is more needed for someone new to the field. Maybe one of the other units would want it.” Her pride kept her from ever accepting something like that. And it was true, if there was anyone who could find an elemental without help, it was her. Possibly a few others.

Of all the things he said, only one did she like. Denying his shirt, she almost started laughing. “At least you have a choice, I think the bastards back at the briefing room just wanted to screw with me. I’m pretty sure Eclipses wouldn’t ask me to wear this, but as he wasn’t there, I had to take their word for it. The moment that Eclipses tells me that it wasn’t in his orders though,” She made a cutting motion with her thumb to her neck. Then when he offered it to her, which brought her close to laughing again. “Oh so your not enjoying the view? Sounds like you want me to change..” she pulled on her jacket with both hands, opening it wider while pushing the edges towards her to hide her weapons. The new view showed off her figure pretty well, especially with the shirt. The word “hot” wasn’t something she described herself as, but she was pretty damn confident in her looks. “Damn man, you must have some high standards.” Letting go of her jacket she took the shirt from him, “Thanks though, can’t say I’m into this tight o-“

A that moment, something caught her eye. Cross had a great memory for faces, and two she knew quiet well were in the line next to her. Two elementals, both marked. She took a quick glance around and found two more marked elementals on the opposite side. Probably trying to get out of the city. Then she noticed something more, the eyes of the people next to both groups. Shit, there was at least eight of these bastards. Four on each side, possibly more. Well damn, they had a party on their hands.

Thinking quickly, Cross smiled at Losvaise in a caring manner, “Well damn babe, you’ve been gone to long.” Changing her voice to carry farther, then quickly moved in and hugged him with one arm, leaving her left with a little room to move while in-between them. There was only a small window for someone to see her left hand, and only the elementals on the left side. “Don’t move until I say so. Around four marked elementals, about four not.” She whispered into his ear, acting like the girlfriend welcoming her boyfriend home. “I’ll take the ones on the left, the ones on the right are yours. Should be a nice payoff since I’m assuming that’s what you care about. Remember though, officially we are an antiterrorist unit.”

While speaking to him, she brought two bullets out of her jacket and twisted them in her hand to face the four elementals. Then smashing the back end of them into the metal bands on her right arm, she used the jewelry as a hammer to set the rounds off. One at a time, she used her hand like a barrel and her jewelry as a ignition source to fire both tracer rounds at the four. The smell of burning flesh was easy to smell between the two as her left arm burned from the shots, but she made no indication of it. Not even a wince ruined her lovers façade, the only indication of the action on her was her eyes glancing towards the group to make sure they hit. Her smile became genuine as she confirmed they hit. While the use of her body to fire the rounds might seem unnecessary, in the area, pulling the gun would have been more noticeable, where as using her hand required less room, and was less noticeable. Pulling a gun would cause panic and would probably chase them away. Thankfully the large crowd around them hid the sound for the most part.

Turning back to the man, she said brightly, “I’ll be right back,” Then started walking towards the group on the left. Slipping her hand into her cargo pants, she put on her right hand’s taser glove, while with the left hand she tagged all four of the marked elementals, then put up charges four the other four. Since the man wasn’t registered yet, she tagged them for him. Not like she killed for money, he would get his half. Her tongue ran over her lips as she got closer. The girl then switched to the tracer’s radar so she could use it to find her targets, while making it look like she was texting. Then walking behind the oldest one, she maxed the power output and making it look like an accident, slammed it into his back, just behind his heart. The man spasmed and fell the floor. Putting on a act like she cared about the man, she went down onto her knees and start apologizing for bumping into him.

As she flipped him over, she slipped one of her chakram’s filled with C4 under his back and pulled the pin. Her ear found his chest as she looked for a heartbeat, she grinned internally finding none. One of them men ran to find help, not that it mattered to Cross, he was one of the ones hit with a tracer. The crowd stood their cautiously thinking he had been killed by a natural heart attack. Then opening his shirt as if she was going to start CPR, she screamed out, “Security, he is wearing a bomb.” The crowd around her panicked and started to back away. His remaining friends looked completely lost, as if they didn’t understand what was going on.

“Everyone back away,” She yelled, the audience slow to get away, she pulled out her revolver and lifted it in the air and fired several shots into the ceiling. Three. The crowd got the message and moved as far back as they could, Cross quickly ushering them away. The other elementals of the group saw her shirt and started to catch on to what was happening. Both started to make their exit as they tried to sprint away.Zero. Just then the explosive set off, blowing the dead man into several pieces, several drops of blood hit Cross’s face as she looked back, “Target purged.”

[Losvaise]

Lo nodded and put the shirt in the bag as she drew in. What was she trying to do here? Not really his type Los supposed, or something like that. He did have to admit he was caught off guard when she hugged him though. What kind of game was this chick playing again? Regardless, he was itching to fight and he saw the opportunity from the time he saw the elementals through his glasses. He didn't actually expect to get into a fight today, but hey, everyday is a brand new day.

So he was supposed to be an anti terrorist group huh? Yeah, right. How was he going to play this... He'd have to think about that. She expected him to wear this shirt? Bull. Anyway, back to the present, how was he supposed to cover this up on the spot. She used a parlor trick to do hers. However he did this They could always cover up everything with a phone call right? well, since she was taking the lead anyway, he'd let her deal with the mess. If he had to deal with it later, he would, but right now it was fun time.

Once she left he began wandering without his luggage toward the other group of four. They were watching the commotion on the other side of the room and didn't notice him walk up from behind. He tapped on one man's shoulder and the two in front of him turned around.

He cleared his throat and began, "Excuse me, can you tell me where the ultradeniberator with unofficial bernaculars are?" The look on their faces were precious but didn't last long because he took advantage of their confusion. Using a Jeet Kune Do move he took both his hands, moved lightning quick with a sharp snap at the end, rammed the thumb part of his palm into the man's pressure points, immediately causing pain and his arms to become paralyzed. Not wasting time he grabbed the jacket of the man next to him and, leaning back, pulled the man behind Los and over the knee high railing. The man fell and landed right on his back. Again not wasting time, Los used the momentum from the man's weight and began moving and drawing his weapon and putting a silencer on it. First he put one foot on the railing and then fell on the prone man. With one leg he kicked the man back down since he had started to stand up, and then landed with his knee in the man's temple, immediately crushing the soft part of his cranial cavity. As he landed he aimed at the man who's pressure point he had hit and fired a fully auto-three round burst put the man's spine. The first shot hit the sternum, the second hit spot between the lower jaw and his neck, and the last hit him square between the eyes. Man, that was going to leave a mark. He glanced in the direction of Cross and noticed a man picking up his luggage. With a snap of his unused wrist he brought a knife to his hand and immediately threw it, burying the blade into the man's chest.

Los almost stopped to think about what the policy on murder was in this town but didn't have time because the other two elementals turned and began to move toward him.

[Cross]

The moment the statement of completion left her lips, her cell phone automatically marked off the man from the list, claiming his death. Along with that, as the man exploded, she pulled out another chakram and using the flash of the explosion as cover, shot it towards the second target.

It hit the villain in the back, just right of his heart, piercing deep into his back. As the dust cleared from the first explosion, he fell to his knees. Many people watched in shock as his head went down as if he was praying. Cross quickly twisted her body, lining up the man with her revolver. “Freeze!” the old police call left her lips as the man sat there. And with perfect timing, shortly after the order was barked, his body exploded into firecracker of blood, flesh and bone.

The blot on the Cycle was snuffed in a blossom of red, white and brown. His body was torn from the inside by the grenade like chakram. There was barely anything intact of his upper body besides maybe a finger. And thankfully for the audience, his body absorbed the shrapnel and shockwave. “Target Purged.”

Another cross fell upon the target on her cellphone as the confirmation was spoken. She acted surprised by the act, yet within reason. According to official reports, she is an antiterrorist unit, therefore should be composed but somewhat surprised by the suicide bomber, so she acted as such. Then hesitating for a second, she shot after the last man.

The bastard has taken refuge in a small hallway in the back, mainly used by the janitors. Unfortunately for him, Cross had left the two tracer bullet victims for last. “Your soul has been weighted slime, I will purge this unholy physical form from you, and may you come back a respectable being.” His red eyes flared in anger, obviously he hadn’t liked her saving his friends. “Self righteous egotistical bitch,” he called out to her before she fired two rounds at him. To her surprise, they were pushed aside by a wedge of heat, making them miss and hit the walls on the sides.

A bright whistle left her lips, “Well, well. I’m impressed. You have to be at least a Class C.” A wide grin covered her face, “Good, I was thinking this was going to be boring.” Throwing two chakrams, she shot towards him. The two lethal disks split into three disks each, making a barrage of six. Using another heat wave he knocked them aside, and followed up by firing a stream of fire at her as she reached two feet in front him. To his amazement, she seemed to vanish.

“Turning the Circle.” Her voice whispered, as she performed her take on the basic concept of her martial arts style, the circling moving pattern. Almost inhumanly fast, she moved from in front of him, to his back using the basic principle. The half circle was crossed in a remarkable time. She stopped shortly to take a solid stance and hammered one palm into the top part of his back, and one palm upside down into his lower back. Bones cracked and shattered under the strikes. As he yelled in pain and his arms twitched, jerked and found their way to hug his chest, he started falling to the ground. Two soft feminine hands found the sides of his jaw, and Cross silently and quickly snapped his neck. His body falling lifeless into her hands. Air caught the man as she let go.

“Target Purged.” She said sadly, watching the dead blight on the Cycle fall to the floor. “Looks like it was still boring. Depressing.”

[Losvaise]

He watched Cross briefly as the explosion occurred and then took advantage of the distraction to make his move. One of the elementals was looking at the bomb, but the other one ignored it completely and was moving toward Los. He looked directly into the elemental's brown eyes and leapt to the side in time to not fall in the crack the man had made underneath him. Funny, Los hadn't even heard the man's foot drop. He took two steps away from the still growing crack and fired a three round burst right at the man. To his dismay, the bullets bent left of the man and created three neat holes in the wall. The other elemental was now heading his way with his hands still up from emitting whatever made the bullets go off course.

Los stepped back a step and fired at the non-earth elemental, at the same time he reached his other hand under the jacket and pulled out the other pistol. He now saw that he had orange eyes, which could be dangerous. He would have to keep him distracted until he could focus attention on him. The ground under him began to split and light peaked up at him, reflected off the pavement two stories below him.

Another step back and both pistols were out and pointed at either ele. He fired on both elementals and the sound, unable to protect both of them at the same time, was forced to let the earth elemental take the full brunt of the three round burst in the stomach and left lung. The bullets bend easily around sound elemental (lets call him Bob) however, and did not deter him from making his move. Bob immediately began to move to Los' right with great speed. The earth elemental meanwhile slowly slumped to the ground and tried to regain concentration. This made Los smile as he turned to face Bob. Bob was quick on the move but Los was faster, much faster. He dropped both guns when he saw Bob moving and was quick to intercept. He thought he knew what Bob was trying to do: blast him into the hole the earth ele had made. Los did not feel like falling to his immanent doom so he did not waste any time.

Losvaise ran toward Bob, ducked low and swept out Bob's right leg with good accuracy. Bob fell face first but caught himself with his hands. Los used the sweep to turn around pull out the knife from his boot. He leapt on top of the man, but the knife under Bob's chest, then hit the crook of one of Bob's supporting arms. Bob fell under Los' weight and impaled himself on the knife.

He hadn't taken his hand off the knife, and used its leverage in Bob's chest to roll him over and pull it out. He stood up and briefly scanned the area for additional elementals. He happened to glance down and saw one running down the fire escape. He whoever it was was already almost to the bottom and Los couldn't risk them getting away. From this range he couldn't hit them with a pistol, so he'd have to bring her out. He fast walked to his duffel bag, ripped through the velcro and began assembling the necessary parts for functionality. Glancing quickly every once in a while back at the target zig-zagging down the stairs. During assembly he called out to Cross "There's one more trying to escape down the fire escape. I got him but there may be more here."

He chuckled to himself, whether or not to put the capacitor on. Its what kept everything but the bullet from leaving the gun when fired. Without it... well, you wouldn't realy be able to tell what the target was.