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Chapter 1
Central City, the city that is the capital of our world. Places of interest for those who travel here are the G.U.N building, the mass amounts of shopping centers, and, of course, the presidential manor. The current president has been in office since the Arc incident, and the people of the world love him. He has been the commander and supervisor for all activates and has sent G.U.N on missions for the better of the world. However some desions has been ones that seem right at the time but yet ended up hurting the nation. The president himself disorganized the once proud government unit The Organization, known for its experiments in Bio weaponry and the fabled Super Soldier program, after they tried to take out a small nation on the western side of the continent. Now they have attacked places around Central City and in other areas. Areas reported missing people or unknown attacks are as follow: Station Square, Metropolis City, East City, West City, South Island, and other areas in the country zones. At first it seemed like nothing, only a few cases that G.U.N managed to cover up, but now the number of attacks have been too many to keep it under wraps. The devastating destruction of Metropolis City would go down in history of the worst terrorist attack that people can recall. This was the city that Cid Valentine, former member of the Elite command: the commanders who run the smaller armies of The Organization. Cid Valentine is known as a hero and as a devil whose lust for blood never ends. In metropolis, he killed many until he saw The Organization hurt the ones that the unknown laws of engagement deem defenseless, Children. After that he joined a small G.U.N faction that was deployed into the area. This would give him the title of hero, but one small case wasn't reported to officials. This case, Cid hoped, would never see the light of day again. That is until now. Three years have passed after the Metropolis incident.
The day began like any other day. The sun rose above the now abandoned Chemical Plant zone of Central City. People began to make their way to work, G.U.N operatives were patrolling the streets, and the occasional high-speed wind would whip around the streets. On the outskirts of the city, the sound of a motorcycle was echoing throughout the air. Cid Valentine was on his Arlen Ness tearing up the desert terrain as he gunned the acceleration handle. The Arlen Ness was an orange color with neon purple flames on the back of the chopper. The side of the bike was a custom slot for his sword to fit into, as well as a slot for his .60 cal revolver. The Ness was now in the vicinity of the city gate. A G.U.N operative got out of the seat he was sitting in and walked towards the gate. The operative was now by the gate to clear who ever was about to show up. Cid began to slow the bike down, and just for good measure slid the bike to bring it to a complete stop.
" Sir I'm going to need some identification before I let you inside the city."
Cid looked down at the operative and shrugged his shoulders. He reached inside the left pocket of his black denim jeans, and pulled out his wallet. After a minuet of flipping through his cards he found the one he was looking for.
"Here, take it," Cid calmly said as he held out the card for the operative to see. The card read the following: Cid Valentine: Mercenary for hire. Works for and against all government agencies. The guard, after looking carefully at the card, took out his pistol and aimed it at Cid.
"Sir please turn around and leave. You have no business here!"
Cid laughed hard and uncontrollably. He slowly reached up towards his face. The operative cocked his gun.
"Easy my boy. I'm just taking of my sunglasses." Cid then took of the dark sunglasses and tucked them inside the left pocket of his light brown trench coat. He slowly opened his eyes to reveal the dark crimson color.
"Now let me in, I swear to you I wont do any harm."
"LIAR!!"
The operative opened fire, wasting no time to empty his clip. He released the lock for the clip, and by the time the clip hit the ground, he felt a bit of cold steel on his neck. Cid was right behind him; his sword, Crimson, was pressed and ready to slit the throat of the operative.
"Now listen here, I'm going to let you go, do what you want. Trust me the last thing I want to do is hurt a innocent civilian."
And with that Cid jumped the gate and went into central city.