This tale begins in a hidden, underground area underneath the business of the Wing Electronics Incorporated. A recent disturbance has made this business quite upset, and several teams, similar to a S.W.A.T. team have been formed. We will begin right before the mission, twelve hours before, but first, a little more info about the people who live underneath the surface.

For decades, there have been rumors and stories of a race, similar to humans in all aspects, except for one major difference. This race of humanoids grew wings, causing them to be considered angels or demons, depending on the type of wing they had. This winged race lived peacefully with the normal humans, battling with them, living, and even falling in love. But it was not to last, as the winged race had unique abilities that placed mistrust in the eyes in the masses, and soon a world wide hunt began, and the winged race, unable to respond in time, where killed in mass. Fear of complete extermination, the winged race began their campaign to fight back, their abilities effectively eliminating many of the humans hunting them down. The winged race was now lowered down to a few thousand in each country.

The remaining members of the winged race began to train the same way of the humans, all learning the skills of the sword, and soon the race began to call themselves the Winged Knights, and instead of rising up, they decided to go into hiding. Many found ways of hiding their wings within their body, making the hidden wings take on the appearance of tattoos on their flesh. Currently, there has been Knights who have gone renegade, tired of hiding from humans and aim to eliminate the human race from the maps. In response to the threat of their peace, Knights of the original order have begun to form squads to take down these renegades and keep the peace.

Unfortunately, it was almost impossible to track the renegades with their current situation, so the higher ups started a new business, one in electronics, and soon the business was booming, and Wing Electronics Incorporated became the one of the top electric companies, and with the money and technology from the business allowed them to have constant watch over the world, and also allowed them to increase their technology, from helicopters to body armor of almost futuristic design. Training from swords to guns to computer hacking has made it possible to create teams of Winged Knights similar to S.W.A.T. teams. More information will be given in the next part of this story.

A red haired figure walked along, bare feet stepping in soft grass grown under the artificial sun. The figures right hand pushed wet hair from his face and looked around the large underground room with little interest, enjoying the relaxing artificial room. Water still dripped from the middle back length red hair, and the only clothing on the figure was a white towel around his waist. How he was now, one could easily see the Knight's slim, yet built figure. Mostly hidden by the hair, one could see a tattoo of what one might call angel wings on his back, the color of the tattoo a deep red color, as to stand out from the tanned skin. The Knight was famous for many things, but one thing that stood out the most was the scar that adorned his face, starting above his right eye and ending below the cheek bone on the same side. This was Ivan Orion, otherwise known as Hawk, or at times the Scarred Knight. Getting to his usual spot by a large tree, Hawk sat on the ground, and then moved to his stomach, allowing his large wings to grow from the tattoo, a small bit of blood dripping from the large red wings. Stretching them to their full, 18 foot wingspan, Hawk yawned and rested his head on both of his arms, closing his eyes and allowing the soft, warm wind to wash over him.

"Hey! You're Hawk, right?" An overly eager voice asked.

Without lifting his head or opening his eyes, Hawk yawned and said, "Yeah."

"Alright then… I-I challenge you to a fight!" The eager voice said, and the sound of a wooden sword hitting the ground caused Hawk to open his eyes slightly.

"Nah… I refuse… find someone else…" Hawk said, turning his head away from the challenger and closing his eyes again.

"Come on! You're said to be a master swordsman and I wanted to see how good I've gotten!" The eager challenger cried, causing Hawk to cringe at the volume of the challenger's voice.

"Then find one of the sword skill teachers…" Hawk grumbled, trying to get comfortable.

"But…!"

"Forget it kid… that bird brain refuses to fight anyone." A deeper, and more experienced voice said, a small distance away. Grumbling, and a few soft steps where heard, and then a soft thud. "But seriously Hawk, you need to train with someone, who knows if those "legendary" skills of yours are getting rusty."

"Shut it Taurus, I don't need to train, I need to sleep." Hawk grumbled, turning toward the other Knight. Taurus sighed, and rubbed his head as he looked around. This Knight was built more like a tank, and the emerald green dragon wings on his back only added to his powerful appearance.

"Fine… but don't come crying to me when you get another scar to match that, Scarred Knight." Taurus said, taking a step back as Hawk swung lazily at him. Hawk then turned his head again, and closed his eyes, yawning as he tried to get the sleep he wanted. But once again, the peaceful atmosphere he wanted was disturbed by another person. Sighing, Hawk turned and opened one eye slightly, and smiled as he sat up.

"Well, if it isn't Lauren… it's good to see you still doing well… what do you want now?" Hawk asked, getting into a sitting position, and he looked over at a raven haired, teenage girl.

"First… cover your shame… and second, I wanted to know if you've been recruited to go on the mission to take out the renegade?" Lauren asked, sitting next to Hawk.

"Yep, I'm in the 1st squad as usual." Hawk said, smiling as his hand once more pushed the moist hair from his face and then yawned.

"Why do you always get assigned into the 1st Squad?" Lauren asked, looking over at Hawk, the youth's brown wings folding against her back.

"It's obvious, someone wants me gone… the 1st Squad is the Strike Squad, and it usually has the most casualties." Hawk said, flexing his wings, spreading and retracting.

"Why are you so calm about this Hawk, I mean you could very well end up dead!" Lauren said, her voice filled with worry.

"Because, so far, the most damage anyone has been able to cause to me is this scar, besides… I'm still not finished here, so I can't die yet…" Hawk said, his voice a little more serious then before.

"Oh…. Alright… I guess I won't ask what you are talking about… Hey! My birthday was yesterday!" Lauren said, smiling over at Hawk.

"Yeah, sorry about not being able to make it… I hope next time I'll be able to make it!" Hawk said, rubbing the back of his head.

"You better… so… what are you going to get me?" Lauren asked, laughing as the red haired man froze for a moment. "Still haven't gotten me a gift… that's just like you."

"Sorry! Don't hit me! I'll get it when I get back from this next job…" Hawk said, holding his hands over his head.

"I'm not going to hit you, why do you always think that… and sometimes I think I'm the more mature one… and you're the 22 year old…" Lauren said, smiling.

"Just because I'm older doesn't mean I have to act like it… and I love relaxing!" Hawk said, defending his way of life. He laughed, and then said, "18 years old now… starting to look like a woman…"

"Ugh… What do you mean starting?" Lauren asked, standing up, kicking Hawk and she started walking away. Hawk laid back down, and rubbed his chest where she kicked him. With a smile, the red hair yawned and placed both arms behind his head and he closed his eyes. "Just come back safe…" Lauren whispered, looking back only once.

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"I'm sure he has suspected things by now... why don't you just kill him?" A large figure asked, looking at another, shorter figure.

"Why… because if I kill him, then he will become the main reason of why I shouldn't remain a member of the board… and I can't allow my position to be compromised right now, the Archangel is practically breathing down my neck…" The second man said, walking away from the large window, overlooking the resting area Hawk was in. The larger man was almost a giant, being 7 feet tall, and having large build, as well as a shaved head and dark blue eyes. The second man was about 6 feet tall, and his hair was only starting to gray with piercing green eyes.

"What are you waiting for?" The taller man asked, following after the first man.

"The Archangel to die… it's almost been three hundreds years, and he will soon die, and a new archangel will be born, and until the new born is ready to rule, I'll have control of the Knights, but that old fool is too connected to that red haired menace… my best bet is to get on his good side, so that Scarred Knight doesn't gain control." The first man said.

"I understand… Sir Gen." The tall man said, bowing.

"Don't bow yet Hiten… It doesn't suit you…" Gen hissed from behind his teeth. Footsteps where heard, and out walked three fully suited Knights. The armor was colored black, and covered them head to toe. Two of the three wore the helmet that came with it, the face of the mask a large, bullet proof glass that when from just above the chin to the forehead. In their arms the helmeted two carried a submachine gun close to their chest. "Jeni, tell me what the idea is coming in here like this?" Gen demanded, slamming his fist on the desk in the room.

"Sorry Sir Gen, but you told me to inform you when we received word from the Renegade!" Jeni said, her voice, although kind was still harsh. She had sea blue eyes, and the hair to match. It's hard to determine her physical appearance when wearing the body armor, but her face was mostly soft, minus the scar on her left cheek.

"Good… tell me what was said." Gen said, walking over.

"He demanded all of the details to the new technological weapon we are developing…" Jeni said, almost whispering.

"What! How did he learn of that?" Gen yelled, raising his hand to strike her. "Wait… no… this is good… Respond by telling him that we will send a team over with the blue prints…"

"Why… would we do that…?" Jeni asked, looking at Gen with a questioning look.

"Wha… oh! Don't worry; it's just a trap, so relax… You're dismissed!" Gen said, turning around. After they left, Gen smiled and turned around and looked at Hiten. "That trap is for Hawk… the renegade is the Devil… and he will kill all of the first squad when they get there, including Hawk."