I heard the familiar clanging of metal as he tried to hit me with his sword. Again and again he tried and again and again I blocked. Then, he disappeared, but I knew this trick all to well. A pain shot through my shoulder and I fell to the ground. He reappeared in front of me laughing. He thought he had me, he thought he had won. I got back to my feet and held my sword in front of me. He charged, he ran faster and faster. I stepped out of the way and he ran into the steel wall behind me. I laughed as he rubbed his head on the ground. I held out my hand for him.
"That was a cheap trick, Roxas," he complained pulling himself back up.
"Hey, you fell for it," I told him.
"At least I got one hit," he told me.
"And you think I didn't let you get that hit," I told him with a smirk.
"How did you guys do that, I think you have some link in your mind or something. You knew each others moves perfectly," said a voice through the speaker. We both looked up and through a Plexiglas window we saw a boy, dress in a white T-shirt, like we were, and black leather pants and he had a dirty blonde mullet. Maybe I should explain some things first.
My name is Roxas. I am part of an Elite team of mercenaries. We are some of the best at what we do and that's why we're here. I am in stealth, I sneak around and stuff like that. Axel, the guy who I was just training with, is a sharp shooter and pyrotechnical. I think he could hit a tin can dead center from about a mile away but we all know that his favorite part of the job is when he gets to blow stuff up. Demyx, guy with mullet, he's a pilot. I'll admit he isn't very smart about some things but he is a good pilot. Last, and the only one who isn't here, is Zexion. Zexion is the one that stays in the helicopter with Demyx and keeps tracks on us and tells us what we're suppose to do and stuff, basically the leader.
"Hey, Superior wants to see us," great, now Zexion comes in after my explanation.
"For what," Axel asked putting the training sword on a rack that is by the door of the training room.
"I don't know, but I'm guessing a mission," Zexion told us. Just incase I haven't told you yet, our uniform is a white shirt and leather pants, unless we're out on a mission, then we're required to where a jet black jacket that is designed to cover our faces. How would I go out in town if everyone knew that I was the one who helped blow up that building last week? Exactly, that's why we use our jackets.
I laid down my sword on the rack which instantly retracted into the wall once I did. We navigated through the high tech building. Down halls around corners down elevators until we were finally in front of the Superior's door. The door slid open and we all stepped in.
"Team twelve," a deep voice asked. I was glad I wasn't supposed to talk. Then everyone would think I was a coward, which I wasn't.
"Yes sir," Zexion answered and the man with silver hair stepped forward.
"You have a new mission. Today you will infiltrate the Tack Tech Institute and steal a computer chip called B.O.O.M," he told us handing a mission file to Zexion. I saw his eyes skim over the folder and then he shut it. Now I don't know if you've ever seen the TTI but I'll tell you right now that would have to be the hardest place in the world to get into. It took about five key cards, and that's just to get on the grounds. Once inside if you don't have the right card then you can't go anywhere. There are hundreds of armed guards, dogs trained to kill on sight, and cameras. Sounds like my type of challenge.
We turned and left the room. We grabbed a bullet proof vest and then a jacket and we got into the helicopter Blaze (Demyx named it don't ask me) and a door above us opened and we flew out into the air. When I looked back down I saw the doors closing and once more it looked like an ordinary field. Yes people, all the amazing technology we have, and we can't even get a base on the ground, we have to go underground.
Zexion started typing furiously on his laptop which he always had with him.
"Here take this," he told us tossing two transmitters. I put it in my ear and Zexion tested to see if they worked.
"CAN YOU HEAR ME," I jerked the speaker out of my face.
"Demyx, don't do that," Zexion told him not even looking up from his laptop. I put the communicator back into my ear and started to listen as Zexion started to tell us what to do.
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A/N: I know that this is a short chapter but I want to see if anyone likes it before I go on. I promise that if I get some reviews then I will continue and the chapters will be longer.
Disclaimer: I no own, you no sue.