Yu-Gi-Oh! DS
Prologue
All was quiet around the research facility in downtown Domino City. The security on duty that night was asleep. He figured he might as well, since who on earth would want to rob, let alone sabotage a card game? But contrary to what he thought, this was no ordinary card game. In fact, this supposedly maximum security research facility was the location of the R/D sector of Duelström, the corporation in charge of developing the newly emerged card game, by the name of Yu-Gi-Oh. The aim of this particular research site is to develop the holograph technology used to make the game all the more realistic. The guard stirred slightly in his sleep, as a thud sounded from the roof, as if something had landed on it.
In fact, on the roof, something had landed on it. A motorbike of some sort had jumped of the highway, landing on the roof. In the dark of night, the black bike and its rider were almost invisible. The engine had been cut before it had even landed, and now it rolled silently across the roof, the rider braking only ever so little, to prevent unnecessary noise. The bike rolled to a complete stop, the front wheel teetering on the very edge. The rider looked at it, thought for a few seconds, then backed up a bit. The bike, after all, was vital to his task. He got off, and walked over to an air vent. He ducked behind it as a helicopter passed. Even though he was mostly hidden, the helicopters searchlight illuminated his face. His hair was jet black, as was his eyes, however little of them you could see, as his hair was covering it in multi-spiked fringe that covered most of his forehead. He planted a clay-like substance in the 2 top corners, and lit them on fire. He positioned his arms as to catch the grate as it got blow off. The blast was almost silent, and he caught it without a sound. He placed the grate on the roof, and slid down the air vent. It was nice and cool in here, compared to outside, he thought. He noticed he was approaching the exit of the vent, and stuck out his arms to slow himself down, but not enough, and he landed on the exit grate with a considerable thud. He peered out nervously. Luckily, there were no guards in sight. He climbed up to a branch-off from the main system, and continued.
Five minutes later, he was inside the actual building. The air vent system was like a maze, so it took him some time to find a way out of it. He wandered silently around the facility. He wondered where all the guards were, but the thought only lingered for a second, then his mind turned to the task ahead. His task was the infiltrate the facility, find the main core of the power system, and override it. Eventually, it would explode. But according to the data he had received, he should have enough time to get out before that happened. When he stepped into the main room, where the power generator was situated, he noticed a guard, the first he had seen all night. He silently stepped behind the sleeping guard. In one swift and silent motion, he drew his knife, and slit his throat. In the darkness, no one could even see the guard had been touched. He walked to the control panel. All he had to do was connect the cables from the device he had received to the main terminal of the power generator, and his contractors would do the rest via remote control.
2 minutes later, he was on the roof again, when his beeper beeped. He picked it up, and there was only one message. We can have no witnesses. Our apologies. As he finished reading that, an ominous rumble came from below. He cursed under his breath, but remained rather calm, as he walked over to his motorbike. He pulled on his helmet, and revved the engine multiple times, before he made a sharp turn and sped towards the edge. He had just left the edge of the roof, when the air vent he had entered through exploded in a massive fireball. As he hit the ground, he also kicked in the nitro, but it was in vain. The building exploded, unleashing beams of excruciatingly bright light, which engulfed him and his bike. For a few moments, he felt like he was flying, then it became too bright for him to bear.
When he could bear to open his eyes again, a few minutes later, he realised he actually was flying, but was also descending rather rapidly. He had no idea where he was, but he could see it was a small village of some sort, but not much more in the darkness. As he hit the ground, he somehow managed to maintain control of his bike, but he slid along the cobbled road, he hit a pothole, launching his bike, and himself, into the air. He slammed into the wall of a building and fell to the ground as his bike hammered into the wall, inches above him. Then he blacked out. All this had been watched by a spiky-red-haired boy, and his 2 friends.
