Ok here I am again, the last fanfic left me with doubt. I did not know were I was going, I did not know who the enemy was, I was just writing for ignorant fun. I will try to be serious now and start something worth the while.

This fanfic uses character from Yu Aida, Alpha (Original character from Boomer Gonzales) and my character Max.

Note: I do not own any of Yu Aida's characters or Alpha.

Thanks to Colonel Marksman with this chapter.

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CHAPTER 1: The Transfer

Astoria Queens, New York 3:00 p.m. The sounds of running footsteps and hard panting can be heard through the dark and grim shadows of an apartment complex. The man in his late forties stops to investigate his injury and sees a bullet wound the size of his fist.

The sounds of slow footsteps alert him as he commences his run for the staircase door. He kicks the door open and places a wooden chair against it. As he continues his way up the stairs to the roof, he is startled by the sound the door being smashed down to a pile as his pursuer aims his shotgun at him and fires. He is hit with a 12 gauge slug in right arm just as he stumbled to
the roof door. He knows he is done for as he looks around and finds no way out.

"You know, for an old man, you move pretty fast."

As the wounded runner turns around he is met by the barrel of the shotgun–in the hands of a sixteen-year-old boy wearing an eyepatch and glasses. His black hair was brushed back neatly.

"Y–you are done for kid! We know the SWA is up to this, and we are going to expose you!"

The boy laughed to himself before racking the pump of his shotgun.

"Any last words?"

"Pandia will always live!"

The boy threw him the shotgun and moved back slowly to the door.

"There is one round left in it, if you can finish me off. You're free to
go."

"W–why are you doing–this?" The man picked up the shotgun with his left hand and as soon as he raised it up, the boy had thrown a knife strung to his sleeve around the man's neck, nearly choking him. With one fluid motion, the boy decapitated the man. Blood split everywhere, on the walls, floor, and even on himself. The boy retracted his knife and made a call on his Blackberry.

"I'm done Maya, come pick me up and....and have the cleaners bring some extra napkins."

"We will be there shortly Max." the voice replied. "Have you extracted any info from him?"

"Something about them exposing us, but how could he know me?"

"We will have a meeting about this."

Max yawned. "Better make it tomorrow cuz' it's late."

"You did good today Max. You're free to have tomorrow to yourself."

A metal clink sound suddenly aroused from the rooftop.

"Yeah, thanks–by the way did you send Erica up here?"

"No," Maya paused. "Erica is with me."

Max suddenly dropped the phone and took his 10mm Kimber Eclipse 1911 out of his shoulder holster. Before the phone hit the floor a dart hit Max in the neck. The world seemed to have been dancing around Max as he felt sloppy and dazed as if on drugs. As Max struggled to stay on his feet in a combat-ready position, the shooter revealed himself.

"What was the hell is this!?"

"Right about now you should feel like you can't breath," the shooter replied, "The effects won't kill you, but I bet you wish they did."

"Are you–Pandia?"

"No, we are just–old friends of you're agency. I think I have to go. Nice meeting you Max."

Max collapsed to the ground to the willpower of the drugs, but remained conscious. He helplessly watched the attacker leave. After a few more minutes Maya and Erica arrive with the cleaning crew. They found Max, slumped in the corner of the roof, panting and sweating.

Maya spoke first. "Max! Are you ok?"

"Like a million bucks," Max replied trying to stand up with their help.

"Still his usual cocky self."

"Oh shut up," Max replied before slumping back to the ground.

"What happened?" Maya asked.

"Some guy shot me with something and I started feeling weak. He also said something about him being our friends."

"We will talk about this later. Are you alright now?"

"Yea I can walk by myself now."

After Max retained his balance he picked up his dropped 1911 from the floor and holstered it, he was taken to the car.

"Estas bien hermano?" (Are you ok brother?) Maya asked.

"No, me encabrono lo del tipo este." (No, I'm pissed off about this guy)

Erica then hugged Max in a sisterly kind of way.

"Don't bust your balls over this, let's just go. Maya come on it's late."

Maya gets in the car, turns it on and drive's away.

After a few minutes they are in the American SWA parking lot. They park the BMW and everybody exits.

Max looked at his watch. "It's 3:24 in the morning, I need to sleep."

"You guys," Maya said to the team, "do not wait for me."

"It's not like we were going to," Erica replied.

"Whatever."

Max and Erica depart from Maya and head for their rooms. As Max enter's the door to both their rooms, he falls unconscious to the floor from how tired he was.

While moving Max to the bed, Erica says aloud, "That happen's when you stay up for three day's straight on a mission."

Max falls asleep and Erica prepares to go to bed.