A/N: This was a challenge that I wrote after some encouragement from pyromania101
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"Hiroto, I think we have a problem!" Takehito shouted as he ran up to the newly formed MBI's President who was standing on the cliff of Kamikura island, looking out to the sea.
"What could possibly be wrong Takehito?" Minaka said with a carefree and cheerful voice. "The Disciplinary Squad has already fended off all the attackers."
In response Takehito pulled out his phone and began playing a message he had received.
"Greetings Doctor Asama, I am Lieutenant General Randall, a high ranking military officer for the United States' bio-weaponry army Blackwatch. Our country's leader has decided to find out just what you and your Director are hiding on that island of yours, so he is sending out a little secret weapon of our own. I'm authorized to tell you that his name is Alexander J. Mercer. I am not however authorized to tell how he came to be as he is or what he can do, but I can tell you right now that he'll take care of whatever is watching over your island with a single flick of his wrist. Have fun meeting him."
With the message over Takehito slid his phone back into his pocket. "Shouldn't we be worried about this?"
Minaka let out a happy, almost insane, laugh. "Of course not! One man taking down the Disciplinary Squad? It's nothing but a joke!"
"I sure hope you're right." Takehito's thoughts drifted and he once again found himself thinking about the Disciplinary Squad's leader, Miya.
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Alex Mercer was leaning on the railing on the edge of the huge military ship that was taking him to Kamikura island; with everything he could do, flight wasn't in his arsenal. He looked at his right hand and clenched it into a fist. He then loosened his hand and make his arm turn black with several spikes all around it and his fingers became long silver talons that made surgical scalpels look like children's toys. It was still hard to believe that a simple cracked flask had changed his life completely. After accidentally getting doused in a black bile, he found out that he could run nearly sixty miles an hour, get shot in the head and not even notice it, and rip a truck in half with his bare hands. Two things happened after that; the military offered him an extremely generous stipend to work for them, mostly involving Black Ops missions, and the scientists at Gentek spent every waking moment further researching and experimenting with the ooze that had made him superhuman. The result of their work was several newer, much more potent, batches of what they now called Blacklight that gave him the ability to change his arms into claws, a deadly blade, what he called his whipfist, hammerfists, musclemass, and a very durable shield. It all seemed so unreal, yet here he was.
He then felt a hand come to rest on his left shoulder. He turned his head around to see The Old Man Randall. "Nervous kid?"
"Not at all. Just... curious."
"Heh, I wouldn't be scared either if I were like you." He looked at Mercer's horrifying claw, and then back to the young man. "You remember your briefing?"
"Of course. Seize the cache at all costs, take out the enemy if necessary, and make sure the target is in full and perfect condition for pickup." He earned a few pats on his normal shoulder.
"Have fun."
"Trust me... I will."
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Miya and Karasuba stood on the very edge of the island, looking out to the sea and watched the battleship make its way towards them. The rest of the Squad soon joined them.
"Is there really just the one?" Kazehana asked in her usual laidback tone. She was smiling lazily.
The rest of them turned to look at Matsu, who used her Sekirei abilities to take in all the information she could about their soon to be adversary. She looked at all of them with surprise. "That is really the only one."
"Yara, they must be either suicidal or just plain arrogant." Karasuba unsheathed her sword with her creepy grin.
"Or they might have a plan," Miya said looking still at the ship. The Director had told them about the Americans and a man apparently called Mercer. She couldn't fathom why the US military would send only one human to a place where several waves of military assault vehicles were obliterated. She knew nobody would do such a seemingly foolish thing unless they knew something nobody else did. That was exactly what Minaka had done.
"They... stopped." Matsu said after a minute. All five of them stared out and looked carefully to see a helicopter rise from the ship and fly towards the land. Matsu again used her ability on the chopper. "It's not weaponized at all."
Not wanting to let the enemy get the drop on them, the Squad prepared themselves for a battle royal as they watched the harmless chopper hover over them. One person then jumped out of it whilst still in the air and he landed hard, but upright, on the ground. He turned to look intently at them, and they did the exact same. He didn't look like military at all. He had on a leather jacket over a brown hooded sweatshirt with the hood on his head, hiding half of his face. Underneath the hoodie he wore a too big white button-down shirt. His lower body donned blue jeans and black leather shoes. His face had a faint, almost bored scowl.
"If you simply stand aside and give me whatever the hell it is you're guarding, I'll consider letting you live," the man called out to them. The helicopter then made its way back to the ship.
Miya bit her tongue to hold back a laugh. A single human threatening them? It was just plain idiotic. "Kazehana, get rid of him."
Sekirei Number Three summoned up a strong whirlwind. The man they all came to conclude was Mercer felt himself being picked up by the hurricane-like winds. The entire Squad watched with shock as his arms turned black, and in seconds were covered with sharp spikes and his fingers had become small narrow swords. He drove his talons deep into the ground at his feet, and his self-made anchor prevented Kazehana's whirlwind from even knocking him over.
After the strong winds were completely gone, Mercer pulled his claws out of the rocky earth and brought himself back up to his full height. He looked over to the five people he now had full intentions of killing. He cocked his head to the sides, cracking his neck several times. He fanned out his claws, filling the atmospere with the scrape-like clang that echoed through the island. "What else you got?"