Chapter 1

Wanted World Wide

Sandra and I stood atop a small mountain, overlooking the WWW base. She leaned up against my motorcycle, sharpening her knives, her dark red hair flowing in the wind. Never one for much armor, all she had on was a tank top with her sword and throwing knife holsters, cargo pants with a machine pistol on her right leg. I stood not too far away looking through a pair of binoculars, scanning the base. My black trench coat flapped in the wind. My black hair up in a ponytail danced around the handles of my swords on my back.

"So why are we killing these guys again?" Sandra asked me.

"Because they are scum. Just like everyone else we've been paid to get rid of." I replied. "They kill innocents for not following their beliefs and joining their 'cause'."

"And that 'cause' would be?" Sandra asked, twirling a throwing knife. I put down the binoculars and walked back to my bike.

"World domination." I replied putting the binoculars in the pouch hanging on the side of my bike. "They are terrorists, no better than anyone else we have killed." I said, peering over my shoulder towards the base, tightening my gauntlets.

"Well, let's go then!" Sandra shouted.

With a faint grin, I nodded and climbed onto the bike.

"Remember the plan?" I asked, cranking the bike.

"Sure do. This will be easy." Sandra replied, getting on the back.

"Let's hope so…" I thought to myself.

We took off down the mountain pass to the base.

000

You may be wondering who I am. I'm James Marx, former Head of Security for Siciliyz Finest Men and Women, mercenary, bounty hunter, assassin, vigilante, Angel of Death, the list goes on. Me and my very good friends were the most powerful mafia family in the US, well at least until the government took over… but that's another story.

Me and my partner, Lisandra (or Sandra for short) have been tasked to take down the terrorist group Wanted World Wide, a ruthless gang that has wreaked havoc over the last few years.

It's just us two going in…no backup… one chance…

000

We rode up to the front gate of the small base. For their main HQ, it was kind of small. All cameras pointed to us. A voice came over the small speaker.

"State your business or we open fire."

"My name is Reaper and this is my partner. We are here for a job. Kane should be expecting us." I replied

There was silence on the speaker for a while. I looked up at the towers and noticed snipers. Each one with guns pointed at us, ready to fire.

"Enter Mr. Reaper. Lord Kane is expecting you." The voice said.

The gates opened up and we rode inside. I parked the bike outside the main building. We got off and headed towards the door. The doors opened and a man with a tablet walked outside.

"You are…" he started, then took a look at his tablet and nodded. "James 'Reaper' Marx?"

"Yeah, that's me." I replied.

"And your partner is Miss Lisandra…?"

"Yes sir." She replied.

"Right this way." The man said. He turned and walked back inside. I shrugged at Sandra, who replied with one of her own. We followed the man into the building.

We walked down a long hallway leading into what I guess to be the lobby area. For a small base, it looked quite well on the inside. Paintings lined the walls, all showing respect to the leader and his commanders. As we entered the lobby, the man walked to the desk and talked to the young woman behind it.

I gave a glance to Sandra. She was a bit nervous. She had never had this big of a job to do.

"This way." The man said to me.

We both started to walk but he held his hand out, stopping Sandra.

"She must stay here."

I turned and looked back at her and nodded. She nodded back and leaned up against a wall, her arms crossed.

I turned and continued to walk with the man. At the end of the long hallway, we came to an elegant set of double doors. He pushed them open into a lavish office. Almost everything was gold plated or solid gold itself.

A large desk sat near the back with a chair turned backwards. As the doors closed, the chair spun around. A large, muscular, black man sat in the chair.

"Welcome to WWW HQ. I am Lord Kane, leader of this glorious organization." He said.

"Great… another egotistical maniac…"

"And you must be the famous Reaper I've heard so much about."

"Yeah. The one and only." I replied. Kane let out a laugh and motioned for me to take a seat.

000

Sandra stayed leaned up against the wall in the lobby, arms crossed. The woman behind the desk took leave and a man replaced her. He kept eyeing Sandra. Every time she glanced over, he gave off a sadistic grin. Sandra watched the clock intently.

"Ok, it's been ten minutes… time to go to work." She said to herself.

As she stood up straight and began to move, the man stood up and walked up to her.

"Hey doll. Where do you think you're goin?" he asked, slightly pushing her up against another wall.

"Oh me? Just admiring the beautiful paintings." She nervously replied.

"Well, I must say, you are one helluva work of art yourself" he said, touching her exposed arm.

She gave off a faint shudder, but then decided to play along.

"You cold sweetheart? I can warm you up" he said, leaning closer in.

"Sure, let's have some fun!" Sandra replied. She touched a button on her wrist device and a high pitched whine sounded. She glanced up at the camera and saw the light was off. She triggered a short range, controlled EMP.

Grabbing the man by both his shoulders, she kneed him right in the balls, causing him to fall over in pain. As he lay on the floor she made her way to the vent and began to undo the screws.

"You fucking bitch!" the man shouted, trying to stand up. Sandra spun around and saw him pulling his gun out. She responded quickly and tossed a razor sharp throwing knife at him and landed right between his eyes.

She got the rest of the vent cover off and laid it behind the desk. Sandra retrieved her throwing knife and dragged the body into the vent with her, to hide it easily.

"Damn… good thing the vent was ground level…" she thought to herself.

Crawling through the small vents, she made her way to an area of the compound that was over the weapons department. She reached into a pouch on her belt and laid down a small explosive charge. She continued on going to the next location.

000

"So you've been a killer since childhood" Kane asked me.

"Yes." I replied. "There isn't any type of job I can't do. Anything from protection to assassination, you name it, I can do it."

"Excellent…" Kane said leaning back in his chair and crossing his fingers. "You will be just the man for the job."

"Well, what is it then?" I impatiently asked.

Kane turned to face a door on the opposite side of the room. "Girls!" he shouted, clapping his hands. Out walked two women, both wearing lingerie and one was holding a briefcase. The both stood on each side of Kane's "throne". One of them looked oddly familiar…

"Emma!" Kane said, snapping his fingers.

She looked over to him and nodded.

"Oh hell… just wait till kitty finds out about this…"

She walked over to me and handed me the case. I stood up and looked her dead in the eyes. Her gaze could hardly meet mine as I could see guilt in her eyes.

As she handed me the case, she whispered, "James, get me out of this hell."

She turned and walked back over to Kane. He looked at the other woman.

"Destiny!" he said again snapping his fingers. He slid his chair back and she knelt down in front of him under his desk. I knew what was coming. I just turned my head.

"So, in that case is a list of key members from smaller factions that need to be… taken care of." Kane said.

I opened the case and took a look inside. Several sheets of paper were inside, each with detailed info on each target. Many of them I have seen as members of other families when SFM was in power.

As I looked through the files, I heard a small rumble coming from the vent above us. I cocked my eyes up towards it.

"Dammit Sandra! Quietly!"

"What the hell is that noise?" Kane asked.

Sounds like you got mice problems." I joked. Kane snarled and looked up towards the vent again.

A loud creaking noise came from above us. Suddenly, the vent snapped in two and Sandra tumbled out, hitting the floor, sending dust everywhere. I jumped back a step and Kane stood up in shock. Destiny peered her head over the desk to see the noise. Emma backed herself into a corner.

Sandra looked around the room to see everyone staring her down.

"Damn big termites you got there Kane!" I joked.

"Kill this mother fucker and his bitch!" Kane shouted, pointing at us.

I kicked the chair behind me and it slid into one guard, stunning him and pushing him against a wall. Turning to my right, I gave a spinning kick to the face of another one.

Sandra sprung up from the ground and tackled a guard who was trying to rush me from behind and proceeded to pound his face in. Another guard grabbed her from behind and pulled her off the one, but she responded with a flexible kick to his face and loosening his grip on her.

I ran towards the chair and drew my sword. As the guard tried to push the chair away, I stabbed straight through it, impaling him to the wall. I drew my other sword and sliced through his throat.

Sandra drew a knife and stabbed the downed guard in the head. As she was standing up, the other guard rushed her again. I threw a knife at him, which landed in his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. As he turned to face me, Sandra reached up and slit his throat. As he fell, she pulled my knife out and tossed it back to me.

Kane stood cowering behind his desk. Destiny and Emma held themselves in the corner.

Sandra and I walked around each side of his desk, keeping him between us. Kane panicked and leapt over his desk and ran for the door. Sandra and I simultaneously tossed throwing knives at his legs, right above his heels. He hit the floor and yelled out in pain.

"What the fuck do you want from me!? Who the fuck are you!?" Kane screamed.

I walked over to him, pulling out my pistol with a suppressor on it and pointed at his head.

"I'm the Angel of Death." I coldly replied, and pulled the trigger. One single bullet hole was in his forehead.

I holstered my gun and got my knife back. I turned towards Emma and motioned for her to follow.

"This place is rigged to blow. Sandra, how long?" I said.

She looked down at her watch and looked back at me. "Two minutes!"

"Fuck! RUN!" I shouted.

We busted down the doors and ran for the exit, shooting our way out. Sandra and I jumped on my bike while Emma and Destiny made their way to a parked van outside. We all drove as fast as we could away from the compound, avoiding shots as we drove.

We all made it about half a mile up the road then…

-BOOM-

Explosions rang out from the base, blowing it all sky high. We stopped to watch the destruction. WWW was no more.

"After all I have done, you still help me?" Emma asked.

I turned to her and said, "You better be glad it was me who found you instead of Kitty."

Emma looked down at the ground.

"Get out of here Emma. Go wherever you need to. Just stay out of these groups." I said sternly.

She nodded and drove away with Destiny. I sat there for a minute on my bike, thinking to myself.

"Well that was fun. Who's next?" Sandra asked in a giddy tone.

"Let's take a break for a while." I replied.

"Sounds good to me. I'm tired." Sandra said.

We headed towards the city for a much earned rest.

Hey guys. Sorry for such a long absence. I plan on making it up to you all. We are continuing the adventures of James Marx. What will be in store for him next? Find out next time. Take care!