Fulminata:
Storm Front
A/N: I've got this idea from when I started playing a James Bond, and I thought that maybe I could have the Huntik team as spies. No magic, no Titans, no stuff like that. Just guns, gadgets and hand to hand combat. And car chases, and maybe romance, but I'm not good at that so don't be all excited. Anyway, I also introduced some new main characters along with the classic ones.
Alimos, Greece, Third Person POV...
The building overlooking the sea was plain. Anyone could see. It looked like an office building, maybe a bank. It was eight stories, and grey. Every floor had windows, all tinted. The foyer was plain, with three guards in there. Even the sign was boring. United National Investment Agency. As if anyone would go in there The building was normal, boring and utterly forgettable.
But all of that had been planned. It had been wanted.
This was no office building. The company it supposedly housed was nonexistent. The three guards were ex-Marines from the US. Each one had the capacity to stop, single-handely, ten armed men. The windows were like one-way mirrors and bullet-proof. All of the offices held people who's work was anything but normal.
There was one office in particular that was interesting. According to the floor plans it didn't exist, between the fifth and sixth floors. But it was real and housed the building's most powerful person.
He could've been anywhere between late-thirties to late fifties with grey hair and almost colorless eyes. He looked like a banker and if you saw him in the street you would forget about him instantly. But he did unforgettable did things. He had killed people. They were evil people, people who wanted to kill lots of people one way or another. A few had been mistakes, and he would never forgive himself for their deaths. But now he thought about his new business. One to save the world. He stared out the window, looking at the sea. It didn't appear outside, making him invisible to the people below. That amused him greatly.
In his hands he held six files. Each one was open to the first page, showing a full body picture of each of the teens the file was concerned about. Three girls, three boys.
"Alice, Phoebe, Sophie, Ethan, Tomas, Lok..." The man said absently. He felt another presence in the room. "Are they ready yet?" The question had been asked in ancient Latin, from the time of Caesar.
"Almost ready for the Academy sir." The voice answering belong to a younger man, maybe in his twenties. He answered back fluently.
"Good, good. We may have to speed things along, Duodecimus Legio Romana is onto us. I fear that they will make a move shortly. Dante, I want you to go to Venice to prepare for that. Get ready."
"Of course praetor." Dante left the room soundlessly.
The man looked out the window. There was a dark line on the horizon.
A storm was brewing. And this one was fuliminata. It was time to prepare.
The greatest storm ever would hit the world. But it may not be seen.
"Fulminata, Armed with Lightning..." The man said as lightning was seen in the distance.