Charlie: Okay, this is a new idea. Forgive me if you don't like fics that are transposed into the future, but I really wanted guns. Anyways, hopefully the old FE won't be lost, you can see how I incorporate some of the names you all love and recognize. Anyways, I can't say much about this other than the fact that I've been playing way too much Hitman 2.

A few notes, because the games gave us precious few city/town names, I will be making up a few. They're very self-explanatory though. Like for instance, this chapter starts out in Etruria in a city called Vatican City. Gee, I wonder what's there. I have a lot of modern references, but I promise most of them will make sense. Elibe is somewhat based off Europe so I'm playing with those ideas. (You can look it up… they're all names of European cities/civilizations/tribes/etc… before you Japanophiles ask, none of it is Japanese… don't expect any Japanese references in here, but the world needs less wapanese fics.)

Oh, and I REFUSE to put in a disclaimer. It's a retarded line that shouldn't be required. If you're not smart enough to figure out that I don't own Fire Emblem, then you deserve to be shot.

Prologue
Lighting the Fuse

Vatican City, Etruria –
St. Elimine's Basilica

Screams echoed across the old, stone walls as chaos broke through the ancient church. Emergency medical teams rushed to the side of a fallen man dressed in red, laying in a pool of his own blood. Around them, guards and civilians alike rushed around in a frenzied state, looking for anything that was out of place.

The head doctor of the EMT took one look at the fallen man and knew it was too late. There was a round bullet hole in the middle of the man's forehead and two more in his neck. He had died before his body had even hit the ground. He looked up at his team and saw that everyone had reached pretty much the same conclusion. They could do no more for the man but cover him up and call in the appropriate authorities. Being in Vatican City, rules were different. Nobody important was ever examined, but in this case, it was pretty obvious what the cause for death was. The doctor looked up at the guards and shook his head sadly. The guard had a sullen look on his face. He knew that not only was the man dead… but the assassin responsible most likely got away.

Outside the walls of Vatican City, a Etrurian Elite Guard shed his uniform and climbed into the back of an unmarked van.

Kathelet City, Kathelet Province, Lycia –
Lycia Department of Intelligence Headquarters (Matthew Building)

The long awaited call finally came. The entire room let out a joint sigh of relief. The dispatcher looked behind her at a regal looking woman, around thirty-eight in age with medium length blonde hair.

"Should I put it on speaker governor?" The dispatcher asked.

The woman nodded her head as the dispatcher pressed a series of buttons. On the screen in front of her, an unshaven man with glaring brown eyes in his mid thirties wearing a black cloak glared back.

"He's dead." The man said simply.

The governor looked up at the screen as the dispatcher passed her a speaker. "Did anybody see you?"

"As myself? No."

"Good. Get back here as soon as you can. I need to have a cabinet meeting. The situation is going to get a lot worse now that that insipid cardinal is dead."

The man onscreen nodded before signing off. The screen went blank, and the room fell painfully silent once again. The governor turned to a man standing next to her.

"Have my car ready, I'm going back to the castle."

"Yes ma'am."

The man rushed off with the governor slowing following him. She was apprehensive. The mission was a success, but what was to come would surely be a living hell for all those involved. The fuse was lit, the die was cast, the gauntlet is thrown and now the world waits with abated breath for what may come.

And millions of lives hang in a delicate balance.

Etruria-
Private Airfield

"You done with your call Charlie?"

Charlie shut the communicator and glared at his driver. "Nah, I'm hanging up on the governor for kicks."

"Whoa hey, you don't have to get snippy with me."

Charlie shrugged and stowed his gear. The mission had been a rather simple one. Many new members of the so-called "Elite" Etrurian Guard were very lax, believing that nobody could ever penetrate the high walls of the Holy City of Etruria, The Vatican. Unfortunately for the young man now festering in the sewers of the Vatican, such thinking brought about his untimely demise. Then it was just a simple matter of blending in with the guards milling around the Basilica until his target showed his face and the rest is history. Charlie smiled as he stripped and packed his 9mm Mani Katti suppressed pistol.

The van rolled into an unmarked airfield and Charlie got out, thanking the driver with his pay and a nice little threat to make sure the man stayed silent. Charlie then walked over to a parked F-22 "Farina" Tactical Fighter. Donning the air suit hanging off the ladder, Charlie climbed into the cockpit and took off, settling in for a long flight back to Kathelet.

Charlie: …Yeah, I still don't know where I'm taking this. I have a general idea… but yeah, it might start out slow. Anyways, here's a short prologue. I definitely want to go somewhere with this. I do pay homage to the FE people, as some of you have figured it out. I don't want this fic to lose the FE feel, so I'm trying to attribute basically military things to FE characters. I'm trying to keep them in character, so don't expect to see Hector turn out as a pistol or Lyn to be an Aircraft Carrier. The tombs of the actual characters are in place, but I really think a spy building named after Matthew is more appropriate than just a little headstone.

Oh yeah, Fourteen Days is being written as well, expect an update by Monday, Tuesday at the latest.

Erk: I hate you.

Charlie: Hehe, he found out what I'm turning him into. Yeah, I'll develop the characters and give you guys a general background of Elibe in the future for you guys in the first chapter.