HEY EVERYONE! SORRY FOR THE RATHER LONG WAIT FOR ANY KIND OF UPDATE. I APOLOGIZE, AND RIGHT NOW STARTED WRITING A NEW STORY, AND I PLAN ON CONTINUING MY OTHER STORIES, THOUGH I DON'T KNOW WHEN, SINCE I TOOK SUCH A LONG BREAK FROM THEM. UNTIL THEN, I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS NEW STORY, WHICH IS A BIT OUT OF THE ORDINARY FROM WHAT I NORMALLY WRITE. i HOPE YOU ENJOY! MORE CHAPTERS WILL COME OUT AS THEY ARE COMPLETED, SO THIS WILL NOT HAVE A REGULAR UPDATE SCHEDULE!


Chapter 1: Echo the Assassin

"Ready for our training Echo?" a teen asked, turning his head to his friend and partner, whose codename was Echo.

"You should know the answer to that one Banshee," they replied, the two fist bumping.

Echo, whose real name is Jaxson Amber, was 18 with long silver hair that was around 50 centimeters long, and came in at a height of 175 centimeters. He currently had on training gear, which was a ballistic vest, cargo pants, and military combat boots. The helmet he had lost, but he never used or needed it except on his first mission, which is also when he lost it. His eyes were yellow, but he wore blue contacts when he was out, giving the appearance that he had green eyes. He currently had no weapons on him.

Banshee, Jaxson's partner, was also 18. Banshee, being a code name, was actually Chase Parker. His hair was jet black which was kept short. He was just slightly taller than Jaxson, coming in at 178 centimeters. His training gear was slightly different form Jaxson's, due to him being a different type of person on the field. He had on a ballistic vest along with cargo pants and military combat boots, but he had to carry much more weight: 100 kilograms to be exact. It was distributed throughout the entire gear, which he never let get to him.

They parted ways to start on either end of a maze-like structure that was divided into three floors. They also knew that their signature weapons where in there, but slightly modified. Since they weren't going to kill each other, they only used non-lethal ammunition so that they wouldn't accidentally kill each other. Chase used plastic tipped bullets, which did hurt like a real bullet, but didn't kill them, unless shot at point blank to the head. This is why Jaxon had to tone down his energy pistols and use stun rounds, which would paralyze someone for five minutes if it made contact with their head. Otherwise, it would make them slower.

Once they both heard the signal, they dashed in, and started to locate their weapons. Jaxson looked for his dual energy pistols, which were designed to look like Wilson 92G Brigadier Tactical pistols, and combat knife that had a blade length of 12 inches with a total length of 17 inches and a black cord wrapped grip while Chase looked for his AR Rifle, an AR15 and modified Glock 40. Jaxson was running through the large complex, opening doors to rooms he searched until he finally found his blade, smirking. He quickly grabbed it, and checked his time so far on his watch, which was a Luminox Recon Nav located on his left wrist.

"One minute. He's probably already found hos Glock by now. I need to double time it," Jaxson whispered, sheathing the large knife at his waist. He made sure to watch himself, not wanting a repeat of his last session. As he checked a corner, he saw the end on a rifle, and stayed put, knowing that Chase was at the other end of the hall, moving fast and ready for Jaxon. Jaxson moved silently across the end, Chase moving his sight to catch the last inch of Jaxson's knife, now running towards Jaxson. Jaxson ducked into a room, and made sure to close the door quietly and quickly, trying to find a place to hide. Jaxson ignored rule one of horror movies: never hide under the bed, and hid under the bed. He heard Chase opening doors, and knew that he was done for. Once the door opened where he was, he held his breath, holding completely still.

He heard the door close, and footsteps in the room, making their way over to the bed. He saw the boots as well, and then knew he was fucked. His suspicions were confirmed when Chase spoke.

"Your sword is way too long. I can see it sticking out," Chase smirked, Jaxson not moving. Chase grabbed the knife, and pulled it, the sheath coming off of Jaxson, Chase holding the sword confused. He readied his rifle, and looked around. Jaxson was glad that for once the sheath mechanic malfunctioned, but now Chase was on full alert. Jaxson did stupid next. He slid out into Chase's legs, tripping him. Jaxson then stood on the arm that chase had the rifle in, and grabbed his knife. He held it at Chase's neck, smirking.

"Point Echo," Jaxson claimed victory, knowing Chase was defeated.

"I'll admit, Had the knife not come off, I would have had you," Chase commented.

"I know that. I'm glad that it fucked up a bit," Jaxson added. "Now, I need to find my pistols, and you need to find your Glock."

"I already found my Glock," Chase added, Jaxson looking at Chase's hip, seeing the Glock holstered there. "I'll help you find your pistols though."

/-/2 Hours Later, Unknown Location\-\

"I said no. No matter how many times you ask, you cannot turn my AR Rifle into an energy based weapon. I prefer physical ammunition," Jaxson eyeing the rifle with those eyes again.

"Come on. You know that I can do it. I already made those pistols. I can even make it have a larger capacity just by making it energy based," Jaxson argued. "My pistols can hold up to fifty shots each before I have to reload."

"No means no. Find something else to do," Chase ordered, Jaxson's eyes falling onto Chase's Glock. "Besides modify my weapons."

"Why don't we-"

"I swear, if the next words out of your mouth are 'Settle it in smash,' I'll beat you," Chase threatened, Jaxson clothing his mouth. "Fuckin' knew it."

"But we are off the rest of the week, unless something urgent pops up. We should relax and kick back a bit," Jaxson pointed out.

"Well, it's almost lunch. What do you suggest?" Chase asked.

"We could have sushi. I remember a nearby place called Sushi Joint. Amazing place, and the sushi is fantastic," Jaxson suggested. Before Chase could respond, Jaxson's phone went off, the duo sighing. "There goes my week."

Jaxson reluctantly picked up, pulling the phone to his ear. "Echo? We have a job for you."

"Can't you get someone else to do it? I was going to relax since it is the week that I get to rest," Jaxson groaned.

"We usually wouldn't bother you if it wasn't an emergency. A few of our spy cells have gone missing in Japan. You are our last operative that can speak Japanese fluently. The mission has also changed from intel gathering to assassination," his boss informed, Jaxson putting it on speaker to get ready.

"Who's the target?" Jaxson asked, packing his duffel bag with his normal gear. He packed his two pistols and fifty extra cells just in case, his long combat knife and sheath, a camera, and all his clothes he would need for at least two days, including his assassin like clothes. He was the top assassin in the organization, and was only called on when missions either get escalated to assassination contracts, or when a mission needs back up fast.

"A business man by the name of Ichiro Osamu. The last operative that was sent to see what was going on had sent back a picture. I'm sending it to your com link now," he informed, Jaxson grabbing his com link off his bed, putting it on his right arm. He looked at the image, and was baffled to say at least.

"What the hell is that?" Jaxson asked.

"That's what you are going to find out. Eliminate Ichiro once you encounter him. A picture is being sent as well." And sure enough, another picture was on Jaxson's com link. It was of an older Japanese man, looking around the age of 45, short hair, and a nice suit on.

"Are all these images from spy cells?" Jaxson questioned.

"Sadly. I couldn't find anything in most databases about him. You'll be on a private jet headed to Japan within the hour. We cannot waste any time on his," he informed, hanging up.

"Chase, I'm going on an assassination mission. I'll contact you once I blow their head off," Jaxson smirked, carrying his duffel bag to the door. He was currently now wearing a black tank-top and black shorts, though that would change once he got on the jet.

"Alright. I won't pick up," Chase answered, Jaxson grabbing his bike keys and helmet before closing the door after him. He walked down to the building's parking lot, and found his bike quickly. Once his helmet was on, and his duffel bag was secured, he left for the private jet waiting to take him to Japan.

/+/32 Hours Later\-\

"What the hell is this?" Jaxson asked himself, up in a rafter. He had on a black sleeveless zip up, a long black scarf around his neck, a tube mask with a skull design that covered his lower face, black cargo pants, and black combat boots that had hardened steel on the top. His hands were slightly covered, with metal covering his palms and the back hard, but flexible enough to allow him to fire his pistols or use his knife. His pistols were holstered to his hips, his knife sheathed on his back.

He dropped down, and sifted through his bag until he pulled out his camera, taking multiple pictures of it. He stashed the camera away, and decided to find a computer nearby, since that would most likely have specifications on whatever it was. He searched for ten minutes and turned up empty handed. Heading out, he heard voices, and knew he had to hide. Locating anything that could serve as a good place to hide was extremely hard, but not impossible. He saw a large light fixture about him, and knew that that was his only place to hide. He barely got up in time, hiding just as two people turned the corner, one being his assassination target.

"Target spotted," Jaxson whispered, waiting until they entered the room he was just in. Once they had entered the room, he dropped down, and ran towards a staircase, heading towards the roof.

"This is Echo. I'm going to need evac in fifteen minutes. I'm inside his buil-"

An alarm blared, Jaxson knowing that someone must have seen his handy work in the room.

"Make that five minutes. I've been spotted," Jaxson informed, running up the stairs now.

"Did you get any data on the machine?" a familiar voice asked.

"It looked like some kind of generator. There's absolutely no data on it. Either he keeps it off site or has a hard copy somewhere. Either way, he knows what he's doing," Jaxson added.

"We'll have our engineering team take a look at what you have. And the status of Osamu?"

"Alive sadly. I might have accidentally alerted him. I triggered an alarm since I got reckless," Jaxson informed.

"Evac is on its way. It will take around ten minutes to reach your location," his boss informed, the channel going silent. Jaxson was now standing in front of the door that led to the roof, the door being locked. He decided that it was better shoot the lock than go back down. Once on the roof, he waited for his ride out in the harsh rain. It was seven minutes later that the door opened, Jaxosn turning around, seeing Ichiro standing there with a strange firearm he's never seen before.

"You and everyone else are the same. Try to steal my work? I'll show you first-hand what I do," Ichiro spoke, his fire-arm pointing at Jaxson. Since Jaxson couldn't reach his weapons without being shot, he raised his hands, showing defeat.

"I only have pictures! No data on anything! I'll surrender the pictures should you set me free!" Jaxson spoke over the rain.

"That's what everyone said! Too bad you'll never see anyone you know again," Ichiro spoke, pulling the trigger. Everything from there was a blur for Jaxson. The last thing he remembered was falling, seeing two moons in the sky before blacking out.


SO, YOU CAN PROBABLY GUESS WHERE ECHO IS BASED ON THE TYPE OF FANFICTION THIS IS. ANYWAYS, STAY TURNED FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER!