Prologue:

December 18th, 2059

The dark-haired male sits-up from his position in the bed. Looking around, he rubs the back of his head at the light-haired female laying beside him. "Huh, must of got lucky last night..." The man mutters to himself, shifting his position to grab his phone that's sitting on the night-stand. He waves a palm over the screen unlocking it to view the recent messages. Squinting at one sent to him, from 'Cally.' Sighing, he swings his legs over the side of the bed, letting the metal dangle off the sides. "Christmas huh?" Locking the device, he tosses it back unto the wooden night-stand, as he stood up. His head moves backwards to the sounds of stirring behind him. "Look who's awake."

The light-haired woman blinks her eyes open, smile on her face. "Wow, I guess they were right about soldiers, always the best lays." Sitting up, she moves the blanket up to cover her bare chest, "So, mysterious Drake, got time to spend here with me before you have to get going?"

'Drake' grinned, as he turned to get back unto the bed to join the feisty blonde, but quickly groans as the earpiece in his ear goes off. "Lieutenant Helghast, your attention is required back at HQ, get here ASAP." Putting off what was heard in his ear, he crawled over the woman, nibbling on her neck. "Nasher, get in your truck, we need to have a talk. If you don't, I'm going to destroy your project."

Shooting up, he placed two fingers up to his left ear. "Borgie, if you ruin my precious '70 Challenger, I will shove my metal foot so far up your ass, you're gonna be tasting iron for the next few weeks." Refusing to raise his voice, however malice present in his voice. Getting up off the bed, he begins to get dressed. "Sorry, Cathy, I gotta get going."

The woman on the bed sits up, "Umm, excuse me. My name's Irelia. Wait, Cathy? Were you the one who broke Cathy's heart?! I swear to God that I'm gonna kick your ass!" The woman rose up out of the bed lunging forward to hit Nasher on the back. The man steps forward while putting his boots back on.

Grinning, he turned back to her, spinning cloth around on his index finger. "Thanks for the fun, Irelia. I truly mean it." Irelia's face dropped, forgetting that she had nothing on. Tossing the cloth back at her, he placed his shirt and jacket back unto his torso. Stepping over to the doorway, he places the hat he left on there back on. The man turned back, be sure to take that morning after pill."

Turning the door handle, he stepped through, out into the hallway. Leaving her screams behind him, he made his way to the entrance of the apartment building. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he clicked a button unlocking his truck's doors. Stepping over to the 2016 3500 Chevy Silverado, grinning. "There she is." Getting into the driver side, he turned the engine, letting the old diesel run. "Sam, auto-drive to base, contact Captain Borgmeyer, and run the news."

A voice rings out around Nash, "Will do, auto-driving to base." The windows tint to pure black, as Nash's seat pushed itself back giving him room.

After a few seconds a man around the same age as Nash, appears off to the side, as a hologram. "Nash, glad you could finally talk. Have you seen the news?" Nash looks in front of him to see the news scrolling in front of him. "Dr. Eric Gerant's train was hijacked, and the good doctor was kidnapped. Sergeants Herace, and Brasch are over there to gather more intel, but from what we can assume is that Enigma took him. If that's the case, we might be in deep shit."

"They might use the doctor to grant them powers similar to ours. That's no bueno." Nash sighed, rubbing his chin.

"My thoughts exactly, Major Yero is going to have a debrief for us back at base, so get your ass over. The police have been informed of your travel, so they won't intervene. Sam, you know what to do." The engines roared as the diesel sped up. "Hurry up, you know how the boss is."

February 20th, 2060

Three men in suits stood off to the side of the reception, one's arms wrapped around the waist of a woman in a dress. "Who would've thought that the Captain was the first one to get married?" The man with the arm wrapped around the woman chuckled softly. A strand of dark-red hair falls over an eye. I thought it was gonna be you Sgt Brasch."

The blonde man rolls his eyes, a large burn scar rests over the right side of his face. "Well, with the way you keep leaning on Lahnun here, I would've thought you two were gonna be married." Han Brasch chuckles while looking at the last male. "What about you Marco, got anyone you're sweet on?"

The brunette male softly shook his head. "No, not at the moment. Work's been too rough, with trying to find you know who." He would give off a slight sigh, as he stretched upwards. "Haven't found out anything new on his whereabouts, they do a good job of hiding."

The woman nodded along to Marco's words. "Enigma is troublesome to find when they want to be. There hasn't been an attack anywhere in the world once they nabbed the doctor, so I'm thinking that they are trying to extort him."

Nasher nods, "Well, we're gonna find 'em, and when we do. They are gonna pay for what they've done in the world, at least 100 times over, if I have any say in the matter." He leans down to plant a kiss on Lahnun's head, "Come, let's go have a dance."

Well, this is my gift to the League Fanfiction world. This as the Prologue to introduce the friendships of the main cast, before I go into the actual story. The actual first chapter should come soon. Regardless, I hope you enjoy, until next time.

-Smallwood