Prologue: The Soldier
The city of Neo-Tokyo never slept or rested beyond the profoundness of the night. The midnight sky floated above the neon unnatural lights of pale blue and sickly sweet green. The roaring cars screeched and howled unruly within the dense atmosphere, as the helicopters swooped across the thick clouds like an eagle soaring above and searching for its victim. And the static crackling of satellite dishes stacked above towers of company buildings in sparse positions leered up within their wires.
But on one building, not to far away below the moon's insipid solemn light, knelt down, a man. His tight black elastic shirt stuck and molded to his body from as his hard chest was easily shown, his sleeves slithered down to just below his elbows, with thick cotton gloves on along with plastic hand and finger guards, as well as the top halves of his fingers and thumbs were bare and shown. The stygian trousers wrapped around his athletic legs slightly loose as one knee was bent down and the other where his right arm was leaning on. The decorative intermediate bounded muscles bonded with his bones and flesh as the remained silent. The dark suave brunette let his feathery hair sway with the soundless breeze, with his olive tanned skin refused to grow any goose bumps. Then came his face; it was pure off any impurities and scars, his lips looked soft yet hard at the same time as they were closed. His eyes were covered though; covered by a digital gadget that looked like night-vision binoculars, they were attached to his eyes and hung behind his ears like glasses, only with a band around his head to keep it steady. He stood silent and still, but stared into something more detailed that would be too blurry to stare far away from. That when the goggles came in, as then his left hand peered onto the side of then and with the flick of a miniature switch, the synthetic green lights sputtered and whirled on, when he also then stared at the building quite near him; he knew something was going on.
The night-vision binoculars then zoomed into the tower building, and specifically rocketed to a certain floor, and then a definite room where inside there were a few men in Armani suits of dark scarlet and pitch black sitting down on leather seats around a coffee table. The static noise whirring inside the goggles were still lingering disorderly, so then the man kneeling down twisted the switch slightly to get the right frequency, until he got the exact conversation he wanted, and decided to overhear the talk.
"There is no need for this; the only deadline we can have your funds is in two weeks."
"That's not good enough; we want it wired right now! Don't forget, we have hostages in the lower level, and we can kill them all if there are any slip ups in our arrangement."
"Please! We don't need any casualties here today."
Then another voice entered into the line.
"Major,
come in. Can you hear me?"
"Yes I can hear you." The
brunette man replied through a microphone that was curved over his
lips.
"I'm quite surprised you can concentrate on one voice will that racket going on in your frequency. But what's with the static noise going on there?"
"Must
be a loose wire."
"I see, well, Sector 10 has got their
SWAT team coming to get hostages, it's all down to you to terminate
Mamoroshii."
"I'm ready." The Major then switched off
his goggles and slowly took them off his eyes. His body then
gradually stood up onto his feet, as then he drew from his back a
fully loaded metallic handgun, when he pulled back the load to get it
prepared, and then tucking it away in a gun pocket strapped to his
right thigh. He then risen a rope with elastic rope as it was already
tied to some metal pipes behind him; he clipped it onto his wait belt
and then looked down at the building. He still stared at it;
stationary like before. Until he then swerved his back to the open,
he let his bodyweight pull him down pass the edge of the tower he was
standing on, and dropped down as he was falling through the
streamlined air, with his metallic grey eyes reflected from the
moonlight. He then back somersaulted in the air as he soared down,
but the rope reached its limit as it then tugged on the pipes which
then made the Major hauled and pulled to the side of the tower, with
then his heavy boots heavily stopping him from swinging as he leaned
against the wall.
On another level on the opposing edifice, was a widely-open office, with clerks inside; men and women. All of them were surrounded with heavily bounded men in combat uniforms with machines of bullets in their grips; they all stared at the frightened crowd as a woman whined silently out of terror.
"Shut up!" One of the men spat hastily at the poor lady tried to stifle her tears away.
But behind the locked doors were the SWAT team in black harmonized army outfits with automatic rifles stuck to their chests, as they silently waited behind the doors, each with ghostly anonymous head gear staring at the timber glazed entrance. When then one of them whispered "go." And then a line of men cocked their guns ready and fired at the door. The bullets fiercely pierced through the doors and the screeching of the fires made the hostages quiver and weep loudly, as then the men in combat clothes tried to get themselves out the way. The SWATs then entered into the room with guns at the already prepared, as they then aimed at the heavy men while all that the green army clothed men could do was surrender. Yes they had failed, but if they fired, they could have ended up dead. So yes, they had failed.
Back with the Armani suited men, another SWAT team stood armed and ready behind the entrance. But the man in red came prepared, as his two body guards then laid their cases on the coffee table, and opened it to reveal their automatic AK rifles. The stood against the wall on the side of the doors, and fired their bullets through the door. A few of the SWAT members were injured, as then an "Open fire!" cry echoed the hallway, and the bullet rampage commenced within the floor level they were in. Both of the bodyguards on the other side were immediately killed as their bodies created spasm attacks of fire piercing holes though their flesh, their blood spilled and seeped through their clothes as they laid dead on the floor, leaving the team to brute fully enter the building, but they had to be brought to a stand still, as then they saw Mamoroshii; bald man in the red clean suit aiming a gun to his victim's head in the black Armani.
"Come
any closer and I'll plug this guy!"
Then another man in a
strapped outfit came out from the doors walking up to the edge and
stopped. His light brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail as his
forehead was sown bare in his face.
"You're
surrounded Mamoroshii. Let him go."
"I will not leave
until my money is wired into my account. The Tokyo police and
government has no involvement in this issue, now leave!"
"But
it is our business. I can have you arrested for attempted murder and
endangering citizens."
"Endangering
citizens?! Ha! They're part of the trade; in fact, my men are
holding them hostage down on the lower level. It can take me 2
seconds to send the order."
"Your men had failed." An
anonymous voice came of nowhere, which lead the entire mean in the
level to stare blankly at ceilings and walls. "Now let go of the
victim, or I will have to end your life." A husky ruff came down
from Mamoroshii's throat as a sign of ignorance, as he gripped onto
the victim tighter and pressed the gun closer to his head.
"You
think that pathetic deal will threaten me? I seriously doubt it."
"Don't say I didn't warn you." The red suited man was
confused, then the glass window from the side shattered immensely,
when then he flicked his head away for a slight second with the sound
of a rapid bullet. In the middle of his forehead had a blood-filled
hole, as his eyelids and his stamina dropped intensely. Then another
fire from the same area commenced, as which this time, Mamoroshii's
head became a violent bomb of brains and blood as it scattered across
the room. The SWAT team and the victim squirmed a little as they
covered their faces from the remains of the red suited man. The
victim quickly scurried away from the falling body and into the SWAT
crowd. The men were panicky at that point.
"What
was that?!"
"It came from outside!" The men then
hurried themselves to the broken window as their heads peered
outside. The man with the ponytail rudely brushed pass the men and
stuck his head out as he minded the staggered glass. He and the
others saw what appeared to be a dark brunette, feathery haired man
gripping hold of his rope sliding down from the side of the wall.
"Who is that?"
"He's the Major from Sector 7."
The Major silently stared at the team as he slid down from the rope and into the thin air, as the SWAT stared back out of mystery, of who this Major was.