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| Revenge; Closed, Issac's SL Finale | |
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| Izzy | May 18 2008, 01:26 AM Post #1 |
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Jiro woke up before dawn. A hand reached up from under the sheets, scratching his mussed, dark grey hair. Age was starting to catch up with this man, kept young by technology. Brown eyes opened, and they scanned the room as his heavyset frame pulled his unclothed form up. Glancing to the nature outside, the time was ascertained. Before sunrise, apparently. He always did wake up before sunrise. It was a routine that hadn't been shaken from... well, back when he was a student, living under the roof of his teacher. Perfectly groomed fingers reached out and flicked on the lights of a bedroom the size of a large apartment. He could live in here and not have to leave, and still be able to inhabit this place comfortably. There was an extensive computer suite in one corner, a wardrobe on the other side of it, bathroom behind that door over there, and a giant window replaced the wall facing the outside world. But the bed was the largest piece of furniture here, as well as the only one occupied. And Jiro also had company. The girl was probably just under two thirds his age, in her mid twenties. He himself was approaching his late forties. Long dark hair framed her face, and the sheets covered her body. He could also imagine those brown eyes that often glanced away when he tried to make eye contact. Jiro smiled to himself. It had taken a while to strip this woman of her inhibitions, but then again, the reward he got was easy to unwrap. The challenge now was to make a show of it all. A private one, of course. Oh, it would have been easy to simply hire a professional, but it was so much more enjoyable to see the progress from a secretary getting her big break, hired by one of the more influential businessmen in this area, spiraling down to not much more than a whore and a toy. The audio speaker beside the bed clicked on, hidden inside the expensive mahogany table. There was a brief hum as the microphone was brought up to the speaker's lips and a nervous voice called to his master. Jiro's face instantly darkened, he didn't like interruptions. But then again, these things couldn't be helped. Exploring Aiko's body would come later. "Um, Sir? There's a helicopter approaching the mansion. Gerry says its a military one. A V-22, sir." Jiro's mind began to go on overdrive. What was this helicopter transporting? He knew he was rather close to his company's research center, and he knew that they had military vehicles themselves but... that should have gone through him first. Twelve. That was the number of times someone tried to take his life. He wouldn't like the thirteenth to succeed. "Right. Tell it to land." "Yes, Sir." ----- "We got a signal. Its telling us to land." Issac simply shook his head. They weren't close enough yet. He'd be exhausted by the time he got to the mansion if he tried by foot. Team 12 was generous, and they had given him an ATV, but then again, he didn't know how to fight from one of these. Turning to Olivia, the girl who gave him that report, he shook his head again. She understood, and had a brief exchange of words with her twin. Mark nodded, and strapped himself to one of the side turrets. It was a simple pintle mounted machine gun and he racked the bolt quickly. Linda grabbed her sniper rifle, and moved off to the side door, their infiltration point. "Right then, plow right through them. Hit the ECM and jam their wireless." Two buttons were clicked, and a lever was pushed to maximum. Issac had to grab a loop to stop himself from being knocked over by the forces that enveloped him. Outside, the scenery picked up and blurred. Grabbing more loops, he hauled himself forward, and locked himself into the gunnery seat opposite Mark. He copied his friend in racking the bolt, and the 7.62mm bullet slid into the chamber. The radio filtered through to the main cabin of their aircraft. "Repeat! Stand down AT ONCE! Land and vacate the aircraft! WE WILL FIRE ON Y~" Oliver jammed the signal, and smiled as he glanced over to Issac. "Like hell we will. You hurt one of us, we hit back." ---- There was panic, over at the front gate. Already, missile launchers were hastily brought out to the top, and the guards checked their sights. They were familiar with the insignia of the Marauders. These mercenaries were Morrison's Extractors, a rival company. They had worked together sometimes, but now they would kill their former comrades. Sargeant Tim Morney adjusted his sights, and pulled the Stinger anti aircraft launcher up to his eyes... Looking through the electronic eyes, he could see a burst of light emanate from under the nose of the aircraft. He knew that death had come. They hadn't expected that. It would probably be a silent death, and a painless one. Mercy comes in painful ways, in the world of military contractors. The pillars underneath the platform they were on was shredded apart as the gatling gun made short work of reinforced concrete. Casualties were limited to broken bones and crushed fingers, although there was one fatality of the man standing in the middle of the barrage. ----- Issac could feel the pain of the guards below, but it reassured him that they were still alive. The force of the emotions had surprised him, but he had to get back to work. The youth wore Marauders fatigues, sure, but the armaments weren't Marauders issue. The swords of a samurai, and the knives of various professions. Issac felt the gun jump and spasm in his hands as he shot down a missile. They were getting serious now, but the strike team was getting closer. Apparently the defensive screen was more suited to taking down a truck assault. Like a Special Assault Team strike. Issac gathered memories of his father, how he abandoned himself and his mother simply because of their genetics. How he had given Issac a daughter, who was meant to die along with him. Red lightning began to arch throughout his body, especially his right forearm. It shifted to an electric blue, then back to blood red. He was tense. This would be the first time in a while he would meet Jiro face to face. Issac looked out the window as the Ospery circled over the mansion. Occasionally there would be the stutter of Mark's machine gun as an engine block would be swiss cheese'd, or a method of communication to the outside world was removed. Oliver shouted over his shoulder. "Issac! Mark! You're clear, lets go go go!" The fast rope was kicked out of the hybrid aircraft/helicopter and the two followed it out, and Linda kicked off as well, her sniper rifle substituted for a machine pistol, the Marauders trademark MP7. Issac rushed forward, his loaned MP7 stuttering as it ripped the door lock apart. It didn't do much good. He jinked to one side. Mark raced ahead of him, his shotgun coming up and coughing out a steel slug, punching a neat hole where the lock was. He barreled through the door, another lead packet spreading out before him. People screamed as their body armor was punched with a wall of lead. The three person team continued on as the Osprey circled, gatling gun ripping apart various statues out of spite. ----- Aiko was woken up to the feel of fingers exploring her body, but she didn't pay it any mind. The bottles of high grade alcohol and a small portion of other drugs were still running through her system, and she wasn't truly awake till the unmistakable sound of gunfire ripped through the air. Wrapping the sheets around her, Aiko glanced around the room, then to the robed man beside her. When did she sleep in such a lavish room? How the hell was her boss here? Her eyes fell onto what was in her employer's hands, and then the irises dilated. Jiro had a pistol in his hand, a pistol commonly known as the Desert Eagle. It was a large, masculine weapon, and the .44 magnums weren't going to just stop a man, it would rip his chest apart. He slid it underneath the sheets, and then he took Aiko by the hand, pulling her to her feet. Another explosion rocked the water in the water decorating several clear vases, and soon the sound of bootsteps were audible. They were getting close. ----- Issac had activated his powers long ago, probably at the third hallway. Mark had headed off to keep their escape route secure, and now the seven foot blade cleaved through a door. Kicking it in, he revealed a small office. Several clerks cowered in a corner. One held a clattering pistol in his hands. The shots went wide, and before the third could be squeezed out of the barrel, the blunt edge of the sword smashed the weapon out of the guard's hands. He grunted in pain. Broken hand. But then Issac's boot smashed any more worries out of his mind. Unconscious, he slumped to the floor. There was a moment of civility as Issac bothered to walk over to the door, open it, walk through and close it behind him. One of the rather dazed clerks shook his head in disbelief. Turning to face the assistant beside him, he realized something. "That boy looks like the boss, doesn't he?" ----- Jiro heard the ante room door get slashed open, metal being chewed up by something and then he could hear the door burst open. He turned around slowly, both hands in the air as Aiko wrapped the sheets around her chest tighter. "Right. If you got paid to kill me, I'll pay you twice as much to kill your employer." Turning around, he found himself looking at the spitting image of himself, plus the fact that the boy was wielding a sword that could touch him from here. This seemed to be a rather familiar scheme. He himself had made an... oh crap, this was his son. The boy must have found him because of the daughter he sent him. Pity she didn't succeed. Jiro saw that the shape was all that was familiar with him. The boys hair, his eyes and the sword was almost pure blood red. A cruel smile painted itself for Jiro's terror. This was probably the only time Issac wanted someone to be in fear. Only silence greeted him. The sword slashed into the computer suite. It probably could have kept a family alive for a good ten years, but that wasn't the matter anymore. Explosions rocked the building as the Osprey shot apart one of the towers. Issac took a step forward, and Jiro rallied. He spread his arms wide, palms facing the sky. Try and reason with the boy. He probably could use this guy... if not, distract him long enough to get the Desert Eagle out and a quick stroke of the trigger would solve the problems for now. "Alright then, son, lets not be unreasonable... Just put down the sword, stop your...friends from killing my men... and I might be able to work something out with you." Issac held up Ore no Ka, the tip of the blade hovering just shy of a foot from his father's neck. The smile turned into a rather evil grin, and he breathed out. This feeling wasn't one he would like to find in himself. It disgusted him, but Jiro earned this. He had caused more than enough suffering on the part of his mother, his grandfather... Alice, Alyss, Naru... so many people had been hurt by his selfishness. The blade was pulled back, behind Issac. The blunt edge rested on his shoulder. Then it was suddenly brought around. Aiko screamed. Jiro's head was no longer attached to his body. The blood red blade crashed into the window, shattering the glass into a brilliant shower of shards. The headless body dropped to the ground. Turning to Aiko, Issac simply let go of the blade, letting it fall to the ground. His burning red eyes receded, and his hair returned to their dark black color. Tears began to fall from his eyes. They weren't from sorrow. Rather, pain. Blood bled from the wound on his shoulder. Some ass had thrown a grenade in the second passageway. The girl spoke, her voice trying to drop to a more alluring tone. "Don't kill me... I don't have much cash, but I can give you some good times..." Aiko had decided that since this boy didn't want money, she might offer him something else. The sheets dropped to the floor, and she played every asset she had. Issac looked away, before speaking. He threw the sword at the ground, shattering it and having the weapon disappear. "I'm sorry you had to see that." And with that, he pulled the machine pistol up to his hands and began to walk away. Aiko as left behind, standing there. She began gathering her clothes. Issac pulled the sword free of its scabbard, and walked away. The wakizashi rested in the grip of his left hand as he held the MP7 in his right. The matter of getting out would be simple. The Osprey circled overhead, and Mark was already up there. The side gun chattered, raking the courtyard pavement clear. Oliver brought the massive machine down as Issac began to run across shattered flagstones. Nobody shot at them. There would be no giant explosion. People were still in there. The Osprey rumbled into the sky, and the twin cams shifted into the aircraft position. Back home before lunch. They had breakfast a kilometer above sea level. Issac felt himself avenged... but he just felt empty now. Mark watched his best friend retreat into a shell of silence. "Issac?" "..." "Issac, you need to know that you did the right thing. I saw the mission recordings of your dad... he was a bastard." "Right... I guess they should know I'm his son?" "Of course, but remember, the Marauder I drafted into this emergency reaction mission was Isaac Daichi, not Issac Naku." "Thanks." The blond mercenary wasn't going to mention that while they were hitting the mansion, Marauder technicians had been hitting the accounts. Issac had his inheritance. Even then, some of the techies would have kept a little bit for themselves. It was a cruel world, and having a bit of money helped ease things. He knew that Issac wasn't a material guy, but... that guy was still struggling to keep up with the money side of things. Unlike most sixteen year olds, he had a small family to look after. Mark... he would help how he could. "Oh, and for a big job like this? Yeah, we drained his accounts. You're getting a big cut of it. Mason decided it was your inheritance. Just about all of its going to you." "..." "Four million dollars is a lot, minus the stuff Mason will take. I guess he settled for half, although he'll only let you have the money if you keep working with us." "Right." |
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