Full summary: There was an underground group once, filled with people with very, very unnerving backgrounds. Both despised and loved, they were something. They then dismantled, going separate ways, vowing to never return. But of course, some of them were still active. Then, an assassination was attempted. Becoming the main suspects, they must reunite to bring forth the true criminal. Even if they have to go through a bunch of school students. And the authorities as well. (T for cussing and violence)

Chapter 1.1 : Prologue - Eurosia and Crookman

Some street, nighttime...

The night was kind of pretty. The moon shone the streets beneath it with such ferocious beauty. With a lot of streetlights lit up in the night, it wasn't too dark at least. Few people filled the street; made sense, since it was nighttime.

However, our focus would going to a warehouse at the side of a pier.

The warehouse was busy, filled with a bunch of people; presumably workers from a company, along with some trucks that also seemed to be from some unknown company.

They seemed to be filling up trucks with supplies of what seemed to be just normal everyday things that you see in your house.

However, this is the part where we say, 'they're not just ordinary workers.' Yeah, that's right. These guys are a bunch of gang members, supplying their disguised trucks with tons of illegal stuff from outside the kingdom.

These stuff would then be sold to any third-party that can pay shitloads of money just for these stuff.

Essentially, a black market.

But of course, there would be people that would be against these. Although it would be unclear if it was voluntary or they were to be rewarded if they dispose of mobs like these.

Outside, at one of the entrances to the warehouse, stood two members side by side, acting as guards if supposedly there were to be any intruder around. Snipers were also set up at some high towers that were around.

One of the two guards smoked a cigarette, while the other read something on his scroll. The smoker turned towards his buddy. The smoker noticed his partner seemed a bit shaken. He couldn't really see what was on the scroll, so he had to find out some other way.

"Hey bud, what got 'chu so intrigued there?"

The one with scroll looked towards his partner. He looked back and forth, seemingly looking a bit nervous.

"Uh, nothing...nothing really."

"Nothing huh? So put it down. We gotta make sure these guys finish up first, and then we can go grab a beer and sleep until our next shift. It is your first time working here, ain't it?" The smoker said, tapping his cigarette at the nearest wall.

The one with the scroll nervously nodded, putting his scroll back into his pocket. The smoker placed a hand on his partner's shoulder.

"Listen, uh...what's your name again?"

"Uhh, Gregory, sir. Gregory Chase." Gregory tightened his pose. The smoker chuckled.

"Right, Greg. I can call you Greg, right?"

Greg shakily nodded. The smoker massaged Greg's shoulder.

"Okay, Greg, Sam Rocker. Here's some words of advice. Being a new guy in this business is going to put a lot of obstacles in your way. But don't worry, as long as you keep your tabs on how we survive in this cruel world of ours, you're gonna be fine. Get that?"

Greg stared at Sam for a brief amount of time before lightly laughing.

"Wow, uhh, thanks. I guess. I didn't know people still give out hopeful words these days."

Sam laughed as well.

"Kid, just because we're criminals now, doesn't mean we don't have a code of our own."

They then stood back in their original guard position, looking out for anything suspicious. Not a few minutes later, Greg leaned towards Sam.

"Actually, I have a question."

Sam tapped his cigarette to a wall, making sure the leftover ashes fell. He gestured for Greg to just go for it.

"The League is just a rumor, right?"

Sam froze in his current stance. He slowly looked towards Greg, whose eyes seemed really having the need to know but also seemed nervous with the question.

Sam threw an arm around Greg's head and pulled the new guy closer.

"Kid, we don't talk about them here. Not eva'. Not anywhere in the world will anyone even try to talk about the League. Do you understand me?"

Greg was more than shaken at that point. He was scared. Sam noticed and released him from the chokehold.

"Sorry, kid. It's just that...the League was...something. They were something. I don't think I alone would be enough to talk of the things they have done."

"What did they do?"

Sam waved his hand, shrugging it off. He really didn't want to talk about it.

"Forget it kid. Why? What kind of rumor have you been hearing, or even seeing lately to know about them?"

"T-the thing I read on my scroll earlier. Something about two active members left." His words made Sam look at him with a somewhat surprised face.

"Of the League?"

Greg nodded. Sam let out a huff before letting out a small, yet long laugh. Greg seemed confused.

"Bastards actually got broken up." Sam muttered to himself. He looked towards Greg and gave a small, solemn smile.

"Right, kid. If you didn't know, there was a rumored incident. The League supposedly got separated when some of the members got a bit too...greedy. Or maybe they were selfish, I don't know."

"Is that good or..."

Sam laughed, yet he shook his head. Greg watched as Sam's smile turned into a face of terror.

"No."

Sam's eyes turned towards Greg. The newbie felt a bit intimidated. He'd gotten those eyes from pretty much everyone else. But Sam's look was more of a face of warning instead of the usual, 'I'll kill you' eyes he had gotten from other members.

"As a team, the League can eliminate at least 100 people in the span of less than half a minute."

Greg stiffened.

"Now that they're separated, it's more dangerous now. They could be taking assassination jobs and actually still live for a long time. Lots of people have tried taking them out one by one, but they all have failed."

Greg wished he hadn't asked. Sam recognized that look and decided to stop talking. He looked at his cigarette, finding it to be almost completely finished. He smoked that cigarette for one last time, looking up into the skies.

He then suddenly dropped his cigarette. Greg looked towards Sam, finding him to be frozen in his stance.

"Sa-"

"Where are the snipers?"

Greg, hearing, 'snipers', looked up to find that their snipers were not anywhere to be found. Sam reached for his walkie-talkie, but before he could, a pair of arms locked his head in place, blocking his respiratory system.

Greg was taken aback. Before he could do anything as well, he, too, was then locked in a pair of arms, his breathing blocked.

They were both unable to do anything. The intruders had already unarmed them from any weapon in reach.

Soon, both of them out of breath, fainting on the spot. Well, Sam was, at least. Greg was still barely breathing. He tried to get a look at the two intruders.

One of them was a female with light blonde hair that covered half her face. She wore grey overcoat over her light brown shirt alongside grey pants. The other was a man with pretty organized jet black hair, save for a the strands sticking out the front. He wore green military jacket over what seemed to be black shirt alongside green military pants.

"How old are you?" The man asked Greg.

Greg, shaken and still out of breath, obviously wouldn't be able to answer it. The man crouched down, getting closer to him.

"How. Old. Are. You?" The man asked again. He looked towards his female partner, gesturing her to go in first. She didn't hesitate, taking out a pair of heavily modified Berettas and going in.

The man looked back towards Greg.

"...n-ninete..nineteen..." Greg weakly muttered.

The man rose back up and stared down at him.

"Are you for..." The man slowly covered his face with his hands. The sounds of people screaming and gunfire from inside the warehouse prompted the man to reach into his back pocket to get something. He set his eyes back on Greg.

"Kid. In a few days, I want to see you do some good. If I ever see you. You're still too young to be spoiling yourself."

The man then left Greg, still on the ground and still trying to breathe. The man took out what seemed to be a modified Colt 1911, going into the warehouse as well, cocking his gun.

Greg stayed in that position for the next couple of minutes, hearing more gunshots and screaming coming from inside the warehouse.

The newbie didn't know what to do. He tried gripping his hands. He succeeded. He tried moving his legs. He also succeeded.

He turned his head towards the warehouse, having the urge to see what was happening inside. Slowly overturning his body onto his front, he then tried to crawl towards the warehouse.

SPLAT

Before he could even make any movement, he found something had fallen in front of him. Upon quickly analyzing what it was, he jumped up and took a few steps backwards.

His face was not short of a face filled with horror.

A dead body, filled with a giant, bloody cavity at the spot where his heart was supposed to be. Upon seeing this, Greg wanted to vomit. He covered his nose and mouth with his arm to prevent more foul stench from entering his senses.

Seeing the dead body made Greg to not realize that the gunfight inside the warehouse had stopped. He kept gagging, walking back and forth to control his reflex.

He turned back towards the warehouse and found the two people from earlier standing outside, looking at the warehouse. He noticed the woman was pouring some sort of liquid onto the ground in front of them. The liquid seemed to trail into the warehouse.

Before Greg could try to question them, the man lit a match and dropped it into the liquid, setting the liquid and its trail ablaze.

Greg was speechless. Two people, out of nowhere, stormed into a mob's warehouse, killed everyone, and then they were burning the warehouse down.

The duo then turned towards Greg. He took a step back.

"Kid! You're still here?" The man shouted towards Greg. The newbie didn't know what to do.

He turned his head all around to find any escape route. None. He turned back towards the duo, only to find a gunbarrel fixated in his sight. The woman had one of her Beretta out, ready to shoot him.

"Eurosia!" The man shouted towards her female partner. He rushed towards her and put his hand on her gun, trying to force it back down to her side.

"Damn it, Crookman. He's seen our faces." Eurosia said, really wanting to kill Greg.

"I know. He's seen us. But he's still 19. Possibly just got out of school." Crookman said, looking towards Greg, as if wanting some confirmation. Greg realized that he might be able to get out alive.

If he told them the truth, at least.

"Y-yeah. My name's Gregory Chase. I'm a...I'm..." Greg couldn't finish his sentence. Both Eurosia and Crookman looked at each other. Eurosia looked at Crookman as if wanting him to let her kill Greg.

"Kid. Just tell us. We're not gonna kill you. Yet." Crookman said, with 'Yet' being appointed towards Eurosia, who gave him a smile for that small hint of permission. Crookman hated himself for even adding that last part.

"I'm a dropout."

Eurosia looked at Crookman, who seemed to delve into his own thoughts, thinking of how to response.

"...Huh."

"It's just that...I hate having to always continue my studies. I should be able to just do whatever I want to do now that I'm nineteen!" Greg cried out.

Crookman sighed, looking towards the floor.

"Kid, I'm gonna be honest. I actually wanna kill you myself. But you still have life to look forward to. Just go do something good. Quit this business. Find some jobs to do. Promise me that?"

Greg looked at the duo. Crookman held his pinky finger out, while Eurosia still had her hand on her gun. Greg stared at the finger and shakily held out his pinky finger as well, interlacing it with Crookman's.

Crookman smiled. He then brought Greg in for a hug. Greg was taken aback by the hug, slowly hugging back. He noticed Eurosia seemed a little annoyed at the small intimate session between the two guys.

Eurosia looked towards the other way and noticed alternating red and blue lights in the distance. She grabbed Crookman by the shoulder, ripping him off of Greg. Showing Crookman the oncoming lights, he turned back towards Greg.

"Better run Greg!"

Greg was about to ask when the duo suddenly ran away, leaving him alone. Not a few seconds later, the sound of sirens entered Greg's earshot.

"Oh."

And then, he was running as well. Not in the same direction as the duo. But still, he was running.

Some cafe, late night...

The duo sat outside a cafe that seemed to open till late night.

"Really should've just let me get it done with him. Damn it, G." She said before sipping her tea.

"Not Crookman? Oh, CeCe." Crookman, now known as G, chuckled.

"Even if I hate you, I'm still gonna try and be respectful to you. I'm your sis. And we're still...together..." Eurosia, now known as CeCe, said before sipping more of her tea.

G seemed to cringe a bit when CeCe brought up that last sentence.

"You really need to say that last part?" G asked, drinking his iced chocolate milk.

"You really still trying to keep the League alive?" CeCe asked, her eyes fixated on G. G looked back into her eyes for a few seconds before turning towards somewhere else.

"Now that one's just irrelevant." G wasn't intent on answering the question.

"Is it?" CeCe asked, pushing G to answer the question.

The two siblings then were locked into each other's eyes; CeCe fixated on getting G to answer her question, while G was fixated on not answering it.

Before the staring contest could go further, a passerby dropped a big envelope onto their table, seemingly stuffed with something in it. They looked towards the passerby, who pretty much was just walking away on their own.

The duo looked back towards the big envelope. G reached for it, ready to open it. CeCe stopped him.

"You're opening that here?" CeCe asked, wondering if her brother was really serious about opening the letter at that very cafe.

"I mean..." G gestured for CeCe to look around, since there were practically no one at the cafe, save for some employees and some customers inside. CeCe rolled her eyes at him.

G then slowly slid his finger across the opening of the letter, hoping to open it without creating much distraction.

Before he could even do much, the letter then opened by itself. G noticed the glue stain seemed to have peeled off much earlier than it should have.

He carefully looked inside. CeCe leaned forward, hoping to see what was inside it as well. She then saw as G smiled.

"Is that..." CeCe started.

"Yep." G nodded.

They then slowly shared a laugh together, sharing a fist bump.

After a small session of celebration, they finished their drinks and paid the bill. Finally going back towards their current accommodation, CeCe decided to ask something.

"Hey, you think there's going to be any news on what happened earlier?"

G shrugged.

"Beats me."

They continued walking for a more minutes before G spoke again.

"I mean, even if there are any, we're not getting questioned."

"You're right. Why did I even ask?"

"Because you miss your girlfri-"

CeCe then tried to strangle G out of sudden anger and frustration, only to let him go in an instant. G held a hand to his neck before letting out a small laugh, shaking his head. CeCe looked at G and decided to laugh along as well for a little.

The duo then continued walking to their place in peace, ending the night for now.

Well, it would've been peaceful, if a piece of a newspaper didn't suddenly fly into the face of G.

"What the f-!" G yelled, his hands scrambling to get the newspaper piece off his face. CeCe shook her head, swiftly pulling the newspaper off of G's face. G breathed heavily, his eyes fixated on the newspaper piece.

He gritted his teeth and snatched it out of CeCe's hand. He held it tightly in his hands, seemingly ready to tear it into pieces.

"I'm going to tear you apart, you piece of..." G trailed off, his eyes slowly scanning over the newspaper. CeCe seemed confused, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh...G?"

G then seemed to mutter something. CeCe couldn't really hear what he was muttering about, so she then snatched the newspaper piece from G's hands. She then proceeded to read whatever was imprinted on the piece.

"...Why are you intrigued with this? An SDC shithead is just going to announce something." CeCe said, her voice filled with venom as she read the piece.

"To be fair, that shithead is the current head of SDC."

"And why would you be intrigued with this piece of information? You know how much I hate to hear, much less, look at a Schnee! You know my history with them!"

CeCe then looked back at the newspaper piece, feeling angry at this point. She then had a theory, turning back towards G.

"You don't plan on hearing this announcement, right?"

G sighed. He pulled the newspaper piece out of CeCe's hands and ripped it into little pieces. He then proceeded to throw the pieces into a nearby trashbin.

"If it still upsets you, I won't. I'm not about to make my sister hate me."

The siblings then stared at each other for awhile before G opened his arms for his sister. CeCe looked at him, still feeling anger brewing in her heart. However, she couldn't resist much, immediately hugging her brother.

They then stayed in that position for a few while, with CeCe heavily breathing into G's shoulder. G patted her on the back, wanting to calm her down. He knew how much she had repressed her anger towards the Schnee family. But every time she would want to go on an outrage, G would be there for her.

He would calm her down. Just like right there, under a streetlight.

After hugging for a few while, they then let each other go.

"Let's go home, yeah?"

They then continued their journey back to their place in silence.

Don't question me...