Before I continue, I want you readers to know that this story won't have any of the show's stars in it. However, they will be mentioned among the E.S.S.

Warning: The E.S.S. and this entire story is made up of Oc. If you don't want to read about Ocs, then don't. If you are here to just follow up on my story or wanting to read something interesting or just to entertain yourself, then be my guest and read on. (^-^)/

Music Used (in order):

Dead Space - Twinkle Twinkle (Full Song)

Mission 1: The New Alpha Team

The Mayor of Elmore sat at his desk. He twiddled his thumbs and nervously looked up at the clock. The mayor was a chubby looking chocolate lab in his uncomfortable business suite.

'Where is he? He should have been here by now.' he thought to himself. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his fore head. The room he was in was his personal working area. There were book shelves that traced on one side of the room. Across from him was a black wooden door. And on the other side of him was a wall that mounted numerous picture frames of the recent mayors. He glanced nervously at the clock again, then focused on the black door. His feet began to tap and he made little grunts to keep himself occupied from the white noise that was buzzing through his ears from his desk lamp. The desk was a mess. Papers stacked on the corner of the table, dangerously close to tipping over and spreading out across the room. On the other side, his desk lamp shone down onto stacks of vanilla folders. He stood up from his desk suddenly, for he thought he heard the sound of foot steps on the other side of the door. Realizing it was just his imagination, he sighed and sat back down. Suddenly, the door burst open.

"Mr. Mayor." a woman said. "Your appointment is-" she realized the mayor wasn't in his room. "Sir? Are you here?" she asked. The mayor poked his head out from underneath his desk.

"Ah, Ms. Julian. It was only you. I-I thought you were-" he stopped himself. "Err... never mind." The mayor plopped down onto his chair and pulled out his handkerchief to wipe his brow. "So?" he asked. Ms. Julian recovered from her confused state and glanced down at the clipboard in her hands. She adjusted her small glasses so she can see better.

Ms. Julian was a tan colored ferret. She wore her Secretary uniform, for she was the mayor's secretary.

"Ahem. Your appointment, Mr. Krieg, is here." Ms. Julian said.

"Yes, well... show him in." The mayor said. Ms. Julian nodded and opened the door.

"Come on in, Mr. Krieg. The mayor will see you now." she said. She stepped aside and let in a young and battle scarred wolf. The wolf smiled. The mayor panicked when he thought he saw the scars on his face move when he did. Then he noticed the eye patch.

'So this is the infamous Sargent.' he thought to himself. The mayor stood up. "Please Mr. Krieg. Have a seat. We have much to talk about." the mayor said motioning the wolf to sit.

"Please, Mayor. Just call me Blitz. I hate being called Mr. Krieg." the wolf said. Blitz turned the chair around backwards and sat down with his legs to the chair's side. He leaned forward. "So what is it you want to talk about?" Blitz asked. The mayor studied the wolf. He was afraid of him. Afraid that he might spring from his chair and place a knife to his throat.

"W-well... I heard a lot about you. So I was hoping you can deal with a certain... problem I have gotten myself into." the mayor said. "You see, I have just made a deal with a terrible and powerful gang leader."

"How much ya' owe him?" Blitz said with a bored expression.

"1 billion." the mayor said. Blitz's eye glinted and his face turned from boredom to annoyance.

"That reminds me Mr. Mayor. I have also heard a lot about you." Blitz said. "The Faction Doctrine that was signed by you and murderous members of factions." The mayor tensed and began to seat. He pulled out his handkerchief again and wiped his brow.

"W-w-well, that is all in the past now. I heard you and a certain clan took care of the problem?" the mayor said. Blitz leaned forward and balanced his chair and himself with the tip of his toes.

"And the town is still suffering from that. You owe the clan as much as you owe the government. I am being constantly harassed by the higher ups that they want me to take care of this "accident" you have caused." Blitz said.

"I-I am sorry to hear that." the mayor stuttered.

"Apologizing won't save your position." Blitz said. "If you don't think of something, someone will have to take your place by force." The mayor wiped his brow again.

"A-and I was hoping that the most respected soldier in the government would help me with this." the mayor said.

"Pfft, please Mr. Mayor. I am a Sargent. Not a lap dog for the mayor. Is you want something taken care off, find someone else." Blitz said. He stood up and made his way to the door.

"Wait!" the mayor stood up. Blitz stopped and turned to him. "I'll pay you." the mayor pulled out a check book. "How much do you want?" Blitz raised an eyebrow then sighed.

"Alright, I'll do it. But not because you pulled out your little check book and bribing me." Blitz said. The mayor scribbled down on the check book. Blitz looked on from afar and noticed that the mayor was adding in zeros. "Three more zeros and you got a deal." Blitz said. The mayor complied and wrote the last three zeros before ripping out the check and handing it to him. "Pleasure doing business."

"But wait. This problem can't be handled alone. Don't you have a team?" the mayor asked. Blitz smirked.

"My team died five months ago." Blitz said. "But if you are wanting a team, then I'll round some up for you." Blitz opened the door. "Before I was a Sargent, I was a mercenary in the E.S.S." With this, Blitz closed the door behind him. Ms. Julian, who was watching the conversation from the shadows, looked at the mayor. The mayor sat down in his chair and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"Ms. Julian. Would you be a dear and bring me my coffee?" the mayor asked.

"Yes sir." Ms. Julian said.

A young boy in Splinter Cell gear walked down a dark and ominous hall way of a building. He held up his AK103. The light that was attached to his gun was the only light source that shone through out the hall. He is 18. His tactical goggles glowed in the dark. He wore them on his face when he was on duty. He had night vision turned on. His breathing deepened. The eeriness of the hall gave off a bad aura to him. He relied on his goggles to help him navigate through the destroyed hall. The walls that surrounded him were peeling off. The floor was dusty and vase tables were tipped over. He quickly looked around. He started to hear singing.

*'Where am I?' He thought to himself. The voice was echoing down the hall. It was a women's voice. The boy shifted his gun up to his shoulder and pointed the barrel down the hall. "Hello?" he asked. The voice continued to sing. He advanced slowly down the hall. The voice was getting louder. The boy readied his weapon and pin pointed the source of the singing. A door at the end of the hall. The boy felt the cold air rush past him. That's when he felt it. Something behind him. He felt the breathing go down his neck. He spun quickly around and aimed at whatever was behind him.

Nothing...

The boy's breathing was getting faster. He then heard the sound of a door opening. He turned quickly around him and saw the door at the end of the hall has opened up into darkness. The boy squinted to get a better look. Then all of a sudden, he felt himself gagging. Something grabbed him by the neck. He thrashed around to break free, but the grip tightened. He looked toward the door and saw something shoot out of it. The grip tightened and the boy fell to his knees. Then he was lurched forward. The boy fell face flat on the dusty ground. He got up and hurriedly crawled away from the door. But something had caught his leg now. He was thrown up and slammed into the ground. having the wind knocked out of him, he turned and tried to escape the grip. He unsheathed his claws and dug into the ground. But whatever held him, it managed to drag him. He began to panic. He tried to crawl away, but the force dragged him toward the door. The door became larger and larger.

"Get off of me!" the boy cried out. He tried kicking, but to no use. He yelled as he dragged into the darkness and the door closed on him.*

A small group of people stood in a circle in front of a warehouse. One was a towering 30 year old grizzly bear in demolition gear. Next to him stood a bored 20 year old white cat who had pink stripes that ran down her back. She wore a black turtle neck, grey commando pants and black combat boots. Standing up was young 25 year old brunette colored fox. Her figure was a perfect match for a playboy model. She wore a black leather body suite that portrayed her looks. But she is more then meets the eye. She is an assassin. An assassin bent on getting paid from her clients and killing popular figures in history.

"When is the other one going to show up?" the fox asked. The white cat shrugged.

"Dunno. But he better hurry. I am so bored at the moment." the white cat said. "What about you, Big guy?" The bear shook his head.

"I am waiting to see if we get to blow things up. I am dying of anticipation here." the bear said. He shouldered his SPAS 12 and looked up. "Finally." The young cat stood up and stretched. She slung her Tactical SMG's belt over her shoulder and stood next to the fox.

"By the way. You may be disappointed by the men here. If you are looking for one." she said. The fox's mouth twitched in annoyance.

"Well, aren't you all talk." the fox said trying to keep a smile. "Little kids should know there place when they speak to elders." The young cat smirked.

"That just makes you old, woman. I'm glad to be young and not so ancient." she said. There was the sound of a gun being cocked. The cat tensed up as the fox placed a Beretta to her head.

"H-hey now. I was just kidding." the cat said holding her hands up. The fox hmphed and held down her arm. The chopper that was advancing as this went on soon landed in front them. The sound of the chopper's motors and blades drowned all the noise from their ears. Then, they saw a small figure hop down from the belly of the chopper and walk toward them. The chopper took off and the figure was more clearer. He wore Splinter Cell gear and his tactical goggles covered his eyes. He held his AK103 down as he walked toward them.

"Who's the shrimp?" the cat asked. The bear walked up.

"You must be the other recruit." he said. The boy just walked past him. The fox stepped aside as he went by. The young cat was nervous now as the boy was walking toward her. He stopped in front of her.

"You are in my way." he said. The cat raised an eyebrow. She noticed cat ears poking out of the head mask. They were yellow with white tips.

"Y-you are another feline?" she asked him. The boy just stayed silent. The cat recovered from her confused state and quickly stepped aside. The boy then proceeded toward the warehouse. The white cat looked back at the others, who shrugged, and followed the boy. The boy stopped in front of the big warehouse door. The others stood next to him in a line. The bear placed a finger to his ear.

"Team Leader. We are in position." he said.

Blitz stood in an elevator in the warehouse. He had just gotten back from scouting the area. He spun his knife in his hands. He heard the okay from his new team through his ear piece.

"Copy that. Stand by." Blitz said as he caught his knife and held it reversed. The elevator doors open and just as he expected, two men were on both sides of the door. They were just about to look in when Blitz elbowed one in the chest. The man stumbled. Before the other could retaliate, Blitz stabbed the knife in the man's heart. He let the man fall. Hearing the other stand up and preparing to fire off his weapon, Blitz kicked the gun up, gave the man a kick to the back of his knee, grabbed the head and with a quick motion of his hands, he snapped the man's neck. He let the body fall and picked up the man's M14 Assault Rifle. "Thanks for the gun boys. It was nice meeting with you." Blitz walked over to the warehouse door and opened up a code key on the wall. He punched in the numbers and was greeted by the code with a green light and small beep. The warehouse door opened and he stood in front of his newly assembled team.

"You must be the new Alpha Team. Report." Blitz said. The team walked forward. The fox was the first to speak up.

"The name's Foxy. What's yours, handsome?" she said. Next was the bear's turn.

"Brute here. When do we get to blow things up?" he said. Next was the white cat's turn.

"My name is Kit. It really is a pleasure to meet you, sir!" she said with great enthusiasm. Next was the splinter cell cat's turn.

"You can call me Grunt." he said. Blitz studied his new team.

"Seems like I made the right choice to pick you for my team. Follow me. I'll fill you in on your mission." Blitz said walking back toward the elevator. The team followed him. Blitz called for the elevator and then turned to his team.

"You all know why you are here, correct?" Blitz asked.

"No sir. Actually, we were given the mission out of the blue." Kit said.

"Knew I couldn't trust them." Blitz said. "Long story short, the mayor wants us to cover up a deal he made with some shady characters. They just happen to be right below us."

"Question." Brute spoke up. "Exactly who are we dealing with?" he asked.

"Glad that you asked. It's the gang members of the Clan." Blitz said.

"Why is the mayor making deals with the bad apples of the town?" Foxy asked.

"That's the mayor for you." Blitz said with a nod. The elevator door opened and the team walked in. "Hopefully you all came prepared. The government has been trying to track down the Clan for years."

"Do we get to blow things up?" Brute asked with eagerness. Blitz smiled.

"Damn right, big guy." Blitz said. "Things always get interesting when you are in the E.S.S." The doors closed and the team began to descend into the underground.

Grunt shook his head. The dreams were getting more freakier each time they happen. The door that opened in a dark hall and something that dragged him was all too... real.

"You okay there?" Blitz asked noticing Grunt shaking his head.

"Don't worry about me, sir." Grunt said. Blitz smiled.

"Good, cause I won't be holding your hands on this mission. You all are highly trained mercenaries straight from the training facility." Blitz said.

"Ugh, don't remind me. We had to go through some gruesome training back there." Kit said with a groan.

"It wasn't that bad." Brute said.

"Easy for you to say. You practically gave the officers heart attacks after pulling off that stunt." Kit said. Brute smiled as the memory of him defusing an nuclear bomb in one second.

"I wanted to see it blow up." Brute said depressingly.

"Yeah, yeah. You keep saying that." Kit said patting the bear's arm. Foxy decided to make small talk with Blitz.

"I can't help but notice those scars on your face." she said. Blitz nodded. "How did you get them?" she asked.

"Ran into a pack of panthers and one managed to claw at my face. Not only that." He pointed to his eye patch. "I'm still looking for that damn eye." he said with a frown.

"How admirable." she said. "Wanna know my measurements?" she asked a little more soothingly. Blitz didn't look at her.

"Focus on the mission at hand." he said slightly annoyed.

"Your lost, handsome." she said with a smile. The doors slid open and the team filed out. They were surprised to see that there was a desk counter in the middle of the room.

"What the hell? Did they build a building underground?" Kit asked.

"It's more then a building." Blitz said. The jogged toward the door down a hall. Blitz stood in font of the key pad and punched in the numbers. The keypad beeped and lit up a red light. "Dammit. It's one of those password changing ones that change every five minutes." Blitz growled. Grunt stepped up to the key pad and pulled out a screw driver. He began to unscrew the keypad and let the body of the pad fall. Wires were revealed.

"Whoa, you are one of those hacker guys aren't you?" Kit asked, her eyes shining in praise. Grunt ignored her and pulled out a small brown flip cell phone. He extended a wire and clipped it on the tangled wires. He punched a few numbers and the phone did the rest. The team watched the numbers switch very quickly. Then, as fast as they were changing, the numbers stopped one by one like a slot machine and the pad lit up green with a small beep. The door opened.

"Cool." Brute commented.

"Excellent. Alright team. Weapons live... we are ready for action." Blitz said. The team held their weapons at the ready and advanced into the tunnel that laid out before them.

There is more to come. If you haven't figured already, this is not my fourth story of the saga. Gumball and his friends are taking a break from the hero action. This is basically a lead in story. Taking place after the Rise of Darkness, Blitz is still a honored and respected man. Now he has assembled the E.S.S. Alpha Team to split the overly large amount of money that the mayor paid him. But this is only the beginning for Alpha Team. What they will uncover will endanger their lives and the jeopardize the Town of Elmore.

This story will follow the team, but the main character is Grunt. He is someone who is going to have a huge impact on my story. Until next time. (^-^)/