Chapter 1

Gregory

I'll be the first to admit that the South Park Assassins Guild is a fair step down from the EAG. Our "building" is no longer a skyscraper, instead it is the basement of the house belonging to one Eric Cartman. Our 500,000 troops have been reduced to about fifty if we're lucky. And years of training? Replaced by two battles clumsily orchestrated by amateurs. But none of that matters to me for still we are strong. Still, we are united in our common causes. As long as we have that, nothing else matters.

"Password?" Cartman asks gruffly and I refrain from rolling my eyes.

None of us particularly wanted the sociopath to be part of our establishment, thus the reason he was not invited to partake in the fight against Damien, but when he found out about it through the grapevine, the petty bastard threatened to contact the police if we didn't let him in on it. The silver lining was of course our base. It wasn't particularly hidden, but Lianne Cartman was the least likely of all parents to ask least questions, and those in their own houses had not enough space. However, this "favour" of course leads Eric to believe that we owe him the world.

"La Resistance." Sheana replies for me, and I chance a glance at her.

The drive had been awkward to say the least. In fact, the whole month between the revelation in the school until today had been unbearably awkward, and if not for Christophe I think we would have cracked by now. Not one single word has been uttered between us, and the only reason I know we are still together is the soft squeeze she'll give my hand now and then. Not that I blame her. I haven't even apologised yet. Satan, I can face. The Anti-Christ, no problem. But the look of absolute betrayal in the eyes of my love after betraying her? I can barely think about.

Content with his answer, Eric steps aside and we squeeze past him. He has shed the fat of his childhood, but replaced the mass with sheer muscle. It's about the only thing that has changed. His brown hair is still mostly hidden by his hat, and he wears a red jacket. Leather, unlike the parka he used to sport.

Most of our new guild are already around the card table that takes up the majority of the room. Christophe had arrived with Kyle some time earlier. He had said it was to make last minute arrangements for the first official meeting of the Guild, but I guessed it had been more of a date. Stanley sits to Kyle's right, and Kenny to Christophe's left. Around the table I spot other familiar faces. Butters and Token sit side by side, joined by Craig and Tweek and a boy I assume is Clyde. Annie and Heidi sit together, across from Bebe and Red. Wendy has not yet arrived by the looks of things, which I am glad of. I haven't contacted her since the last time we met romantically, and I can't face the thought of confronting this whole mess here. One thing at a time... After the meeting, I'll try my hardest to speak to Sheana. To offer up some explanation for what I did, and to apologise for it. And hope and pray that she will find forgiveness again.

I don't realise I have stopped dead in the doorway to take in my surroundings until I am roughly shoved in to the room. I turn to glare at Eric, then walk into the room and take a seat beside Kenny. Sheana follows and sits beside me, although I can tell she doesn't really like the idea. I know how her mind is working. Keep up appearances, keep curious eyes away from us and our relationship. Cartman stands guard beside the door again until Wendy is welcomed into the room, then he closes the door behind him and moves to sit down. Wendy throws a heated glare in my direction, then walks across the room to take a seat beside Bebe. I can't even find the sway of her hips attractive any more.

"So." I say, easily slipping in the commanding role I have been used to with Sheana and Christophe. "What's the plan?"

"Of course our main priority is going to be locating Damien." Kyle replies, green eyes darting around the table to ensure that everyone agrees. "but he could have been telling the truth about being harmless now and there are other cases in this town."

Stanley nods beside him.

"Yeah, there's still drug cartels, mafia ties, illegal fights and all sorts of rotten activities going on."

There were mutters around the table as the Guild discussed the plan of action then most nodded.

"So we keep a look out for Damien." Sheana confirmed with a nod. "But we have another case right?"

"Slow down." Christophe says, crushing out his cigarette.

I really hope Lianne doesn't mind smoking in the house.

"We can't just go running into a battle." he continues. "Not when we have time to take. We must train. We must find our strengths, eliminate our weaknesses and go into teams like at the EAG."

I nod, hating myself for going against Sheana although it was merely part of a debate.

"Just because we are more amateur and on a smaller scale doesn't mean we can mess this up." I say. "If we're truly going to do this, we have to be dedicated to it in full."

She shoots me an unreadable look then nods.

"Sign me up." she says with a smile. "What am I going to be teaching my students today?"

This may have slower update rates than the last one because this isn't fully completed yet. Just a heads up.