GunSmith Slayers

Prologue

Trouble Brewing

This is my Slayers/GunSmith Cats fusion fic. Hope you all enjoy and that you are satisfied with my portrayal of the characters.

It was a dark and foreboding night on the east side of Chicago. The mist had gathered around the buildings and streets creating the illusion of mystery and danger at every turn. In an abandoned block of warehouses all was quiet...too quiet.

Harold, a mid-ranking ATF agent, was looking into the window of a warehouse. Harold had been assigned to a smuggling case and was now closing in on the group he was after. All he needed now was the location of their next drop and he would have the sting set up for sure. As two large trucks pulled into the shipping areas of the warehouse, Harold turned on the receiver for the bug he had planted earlier. He watched as a few men came out from the trucks and started looking around. "Hey, where is this guy we're suppost'a meet," asked one of the men.

"We're here," came a voice from the shadows, "You didn't think we would miss our first shipment now would you," asked the figure as he stepped out.

He was a young man that looked to be no more than twenty-one. He had a slim build with gold eyes and aqua blue hair. Out from the top of his head jutted a horn that made him look like some kind of demon. He walked forward followed by some men. He stopped and said, "Let's see the merchandise before we start."

"You have the cash," asked the leader of the other group.

The young man looked up to the catwalk to a man dressed in ivory. The man nodded down to him and he motioned for a briefcase carried by one of the men. "I think this is what you want," he said confidently as he opened the case to reveal a load of money.

The leader of the other group motioned to his men and they unloaded two crates into the warehouse. They opened one to reveal all sorts of weapons. Rifles, pistols, grenades, bomb materials, and even a bazooka. "Yes, very nice, and the other one," asked the young man as he pointed towards the second crate.

The goons pried open the second crate to reveal drugs. Anything from crack, to pcp was in the crate. "Yes, that was the deal. This money for all you crates of merchandise," the young man said as they began the exchange.

As the exchange went on the young man approached the leader, "Can we expect good service in the future?"

"Of course, but I would like to know who my, so to say, business partner is," asked the leader as he looked up at the man in ivory who was obviously calling the shots.

"Oh, well just know him as 'The Chimera'," answered the young man.

"Ok...., when and where do we make the next drop?"

"Warehouse fifty-two, on the west side, in the abandoned industrial complex, two days from now."

Back outside Harold was absolutely ecstatic. He had the time and location now all he needed to do was radio back to headquarters to set up the sting. As he made his way down the fire escape he looked behind him. He had this odd feeling he was being followed, but when he looked no one was there. He got to his car, which was backed up in the alleyway, and opened the door. As he was reaching for the radio he felt something being pressed to the back of his head. He put his hands up slowly. "Who ever you are don't shoot, you have me."

Harold turned around slowly to be met with a man in a black trench coat and a mask. The mask was that of a smile/frown in black and white spilt down the middle. "Goodbye," said the man as he pulled the trigger.

Blood splattered all over the front of the car and the front seat as the silenced shot ended the man's life. The unknown assassin bent down to the body and pulled out Harold's ATF badge. "Well Agent Harold, I hope you lived a full life."

Back in the warehouse the man in ivory watched as the last bit of the transaction was taking place. Everything was going according to plan. He turned his head slightly to notice the man in the mask walking towards him. "Did you kill him," asked the man in a low, emotionless tenor.

The man in the mask stopped in front of him and said, "It's taken care of," as he handed over the agents badge.

"Ahh, good job Vladimir. But we must be cautious. The last people to try this ended up either getting busted or killed by those bounty hunters Lina Inverse, and Amelia Wil Tesla Sailoon. I don't want you getting cocky like your predecessor, Radnikough."

"Not to worry. I will be as carefully as possible. Of course Radnikough didn't have some of the technology we do. I mean the ATF agent didn't even know I was there with this chameleon armor."

"Yes, but we need to do more than just that. I'll pull some strings within the state's government. I'm sure our good friend Xellos is just looking for some mischief to cause," with that the ivory man and Vladimir disappeared into the shadows.

Hope that was a good tone setting prologue. I mean not everything will be like this but the more plot in a chapter the more serious it will be. Thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: Any characters or ideas from The Slayers do not belong to me. I am not selling this material, just writing for the heck of it as I go.

GunSmith Cats belongs to Kenichi Sonoda. Any material used in this series isn't being use for any form of profit.

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