CRACKDOWN: CITY OF ANARCHY

By: DivinityZero

Act 1: Rite of Passage

"This is a proud day for us all Agent. You have achieved the impossible and surpassed your predecessors in span of life. Congratulations."
The agency director said aloud as he stood on the podium among the other directors of Pacific city's Agency directors and head scientists.
A lone agent clone stood in the centre of a room, pitch black aside from the shining blue platform that the agent stood on, his helmet under
his arm and his wild black hair hanging down over his rough face. Little could be seen beneath his heavy bangs, his eyes were barely
visible and you could just see the scar on his face received during the freak outbreak. Four claw marks were left in the Agent's face when
he was assaulted from all directions by freaks, the director was surprised to find the agent alive after the sun rose and thus began the
observations of that agent into the study of exactly how long he would last.

"You survived the freak situation that Pacific city was plagued with five years ago, and forced the leaders of Cell to submit three years ago.
You were given the task of training new agency clones on your methods of survival. Now you have been given the honour of ascending to the
rank of captain." The director spoke aloud to the Agent receiving a kneeling down and the bowing of the Agent's head. "I give you a new
mission. Live through this new apocalypse; survive so that you can resurrect the Agency where we have fallen. This task belongs to you Agent,
this is our last wish and your last mission, take on the challenges how you see fit and rise to power by any means necessary… Good luck…
You are our last hope."

The computer system blew sparks into the room and crashed, light flowed back into the room as the Agent stood up and replaced his helmet
upon his head, he took one last look around the room and left, by the time the Agent had made it outside and to the mainland he could see
the remnants of the Agency Citadel silhouetted against the rising sun before he took out a detonator and clicked the button. A towering
inferno was set as the last viewable ruins of the Citadel were seen crumbling into the thick smoke.

"Who needs luck more when the world hates you? The people I will have to kill or the people that will have to try and kill me?" The Agent said
before turning to leave. "And the name's Angel."



First chapter, this would look better in video format but this will do. Next chapter will be longer, promise.