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(Los Angeles, California, United States of America - March 15, 20XX, 2233 hrs.)

The city's skyline lit up the late night sky as many people head out for the nightclubs, movie screenings, or a drinking session. A old man with a calm attitude was having a bottle of lager when the television began displaying news of the status of the so-called 'Gate' in Ginza, Tokyo.

"Is the diplomatic relations good so far on the other side?" The reporter asked.

"So far, I cannot divulge any details as a matter of security." The spokesperson replied camly. "But rest assured, we will monitor any developements."

The scene then changed to a live broadcast outside the National Diet building.

"It is currently unknown when the next set of talks between the Japanese and so-called Empire will commence." The reporter said. "But we are told that the next rounds of these will continue in the coming months."

"Humm...that 'Gate' again, eh?" The man sighed.

A bartender noticed the man's response to the news.

"It wouldn't go away anytime soon, eh?" He uttered.

"Yep." The man replied. "And that denial regarding the country's moves during the last few months gave me some questions, things that doesn't feel right."

"Like what?"

"Nevermind."

"You know, it reminds me of the time back in Iraqi Freedom." The bartender explained. "When we are deployed there, I was part of a detachment assigned to investigate a compound near Baghdad. It was unlike anything the Army did in that operation or Afghanistan."

"Something unusual?"

"Just like you, I would rather not talk about it."

"Hehehe." The man chuckled. "Anyway, I'll pay the bill now."

The bartender nodded in reply. Few minutes later, he took a taxi to his home near the outskirts. Once he arrived home, he opened the house using the keys he hid under his garden. When he opened the door, however, he found a small box on his table in the living room.

"Huh? What is this?"

Intrigued, he opened the box and found some unmarked envelopes. He opened one and he was surprised to see what he read.

"WHITE HOUSE COMPROMISED!" He quietly read. "What the..."

Shocked, he decided to open more envelopes, revealing intel regarding a possible conspiracy. All of them were detailed thanks to an unknown source. He then began to read the contents of the last envelope.

"Dear Mr. O'Hara,

Sorry to bother in a time like this, but we need you back to save the country, and the worlds.

Everything was a set-up. The downing of Air Force One after the Ginza Incident, the secret gunfight on Hakone. We believe that an underground organization is the mastermind behind all of this. Even President Dirrell and a host of other world leaders might have links with said group.

We need you to head for Japan and make contact with me there. Also, you have to meet with the hero of Ginza, Youji Itami himself. Expect multiple ambushes and other means of aggression. Further orders will be relayed on your arrival.

I hope you are ready to do this endeavour.

Regards,

Riley Guntherson."

After reading, he dropped the letter in shock.

"The President's alive?!"

Then, gunshots narrowly missed O'Hara and he took cover instinctly. He then saw masked men attacking him.

"Damn you, Dirrell!" He cursed.

He then went to find his pistol as the intruders closed in on his house. After reaching his bedroom, he opened the closet and pulled out a Colt M1911 along with the bullets. Hearing the door being destroyed, he hurriedly added the bullets and began to prepare for an ambush. Downstairs, some of the men are planning.

"Everyone knows the plan, right?" The leader asked before the group nodded. "Okay. We make sure that O'Hara is either captured or eliminated."

"Yes, sir." One of the subordinates responded.

"Secure the premises. Don't let him escape."

O'Hara surveyed the situation and he saw the shadows of two men heading upstairs. Shortly after, he hid behind the door and began to arm his pistol. When one entered his room, he didn't see the agent hiding behind him and O'Hara attacked the intruder from behind by grabbing his neck. The noise alerted the other but O'Hara shot him by using the silenced pistol from the defeated soldier.

"Okay. That's that." O'Hara declared. "Just a few more."

He quetly began to head downstairs while looking for any threats. After seeing another gunman guarding the doorway, he aimed at the head and shot him before reloading. Meanwhile, another entered from the backdoor only to see what happened to his fellow comrade.

"Watch it! O'Hara's armed and...AAARUUAH!" He tried to warn only to see his life end.

The shouting alerted the three remaining gunmen and began to enter the house with their MP5s armed. Then, the noise of the M1911 was felt moments after O'Hara opened fire at them. One of the men was shot dead and the remaining intruders returned fire.

"Throwing grenade!" One shouted before tossing it towards O'Hara.

"Damn!" O'Hara uttered before escaping it before it exploded.

"You can't hide, O'Hara!" The leader mocked.

The explosion and gunfire awoke the nearby neighbors as the fight began to head for a close. O'Hara then threw another grenade at them but it was time to get another soldier. The last one was injured and he cannot move. O'Hara took the opportunity to interrogate him.

"Who sent you to kill me?" O'Hara asked.

"It was the President...UAAARRGH!" The leader answered. "Dirrell wanted you gone because you're being part of the most wanted list for no apparent reason. We were ordered to do that!"

"So, you don't know anything else?"

"I don't know! Honestly, he wouldn't say anything else."

"Then, I know you are just following orders." O'Hara finished.

He decided to patch him up and began to head out on the run.

"Wait! You ain't gonna kill me?"

"It's not worth my time." O'Hara answered. "Besides, I will never do that."

He then left his house after securing transportation from a nearby car. As he drove along with his head and face covered, except his eyes, he began reading a piece of paper telling him to head for Pier 8 at the Port of Los Angeles and wait for his contact at 0120 hrs. It also told him to look for a silver SUV.

(Port of Los Angeles - March 16, 20XX, 0118 hrs.)

He then arrived at the port waiting for his contact. Then, a silver SUV arrived as described and the contact opened the door. O'Hara noticed him as his fellow colleage back in his days in the agency, African-American agent James Langres.

"Took you some time enough." O'Hara greeted before shaking hands. "It's nice to see you again."

"You too, Anthony." James replied. "Been through tough times, eh?"

"Yeah, I had a run-in with some hostiles, but I'm fine."

"Anyway, let's find somewhere where we can talk a bit freely."

They then found a room with no windows.

"So, what do you got?"

"We have a plane ready for your departure to Japan this afternoon." James explained while showing O'Hara some intel. "President Guntherson is waiting for you ever since he gave you the secret message and the intel."

"You're coming as well?"

"Why wouldn't I? I'm here to act as your second pair of eyes and ears."

"Thank you. Good you have faith in Guntherson."

"My pleasure."

(Above the Pacific - 1728 hrs.)

As the Gulstream G550 is cruising towards Hawaii for a refueling stop, the two men began reviewing the leads.

"So, there is a nework of informers in multiple areas?" O'Hara asked. "From what I've read, there is one within Japan."

"Correct." Langres answered. "So far, we have maintained our cover and we monitored their developments in the last two weeks."

"I see. What else did you find?"

"We even captured one of their members and told us that they are planning a back-up plan should this ever fail." He then showed O'Hara an orbital weapon currently under development.

"An orbital weapon?"

"Also correct. For now, it is still 30 percent complete."

"At least we have some time left to spare."

"By the way, check the TV."

O'Hara turned it on to reveal a breaking news report concerning a shootout at his home at Temple City.

"According to eyewitness accounts, gunfire and explosions can be as the event occurs." The reporter said on camera. "The motives are still unclear but police are currently investigating the scene of the crime."

"I hope nothing bad happened to them." O'Hara prayed.

"I know you are concerned with your neighbors back home but once we are done, things could turn out for the better." Langres replied.

(Ginza, Tokyo, Japan - March 17, 20XX, 1712 hrs.)

After arriving at the capital, the duo began searching for Itami by searching near the entrance of the Gate.

"Seen him?" O'Hara asked.

"Negative." Langres replied. "No sign of him.

"Copy. We'll just keep looking."

After a while, Langres spotted Itami surrounded by a few other soldiers and girls not wearing any military uniform. One of them wore regular clothing aside from having pointed ears, indicating she is an elf. Another is wearing a robe and holding a staff while the other is wesring a black dress and holding a halberd.

"O'Hara, I found him."

"Copy that, we'll keep close eye on him."

A/N: This is some random idea I thought of. Enjoy.