"Onyx, Onyx wake up!" a voice echoed in my left ear, "You're almost at the LZ, get ready; you know your mission, find her and bring her back to HQ, may God the all-knowing shine his light on you this day." With a small crackle the voice cut out and I sighed, I opened my eyes and slowly began to wake myself, I shook my head and soon the noise of engines conquered all other sense in my body, I was in a Boeing C-17 Globemaster III, a modern quad engine jet with a top speed of over 500 miles per hour, meaning the journey from the Vatican to New Mexico City was a short one, but I still managed to fall asleep in the cargo hold, as I inspected my surroundings I groaned in distaste and stretched out my body, I'd fallen asleep in the back of a military pick-up truck, "Onyx, 15 minutes to the landing zone, we're over the criminal quarters now, beginning decent now" the voice returned, it was the pilot of the plane and my personal operations master, Elliot Daniels, Daniels was young for an operative, aged only 12 but he showed the skills necessary to serve; his induction to the Vatican's secret military was through his mother, an ex-agent for the organisation known as "Vatican defensionem ecclesiae" or "V.D.E." for short, the organisation was formed back In the 12th century as a way to defend the roman catholic church of Italy from external threats, but since the Vatican's independence from Italy came into action, the organisations new agenda has been the defence of the churches best interests on a global scale.
The year was 2015 and as of recent frequent raids had been occurring around the globe, cathedrals were being broken into and ancient artefacts were being taken, in their place markings were left etched into surfaces nearby; always the same marking, a pentagram with the head of a ram carved into the centre, at first it was only in the British mainland and Paris, the Vatican assumed it was a small group of thugs trying to make the local news, so security at churches in the local areas grew a little tighter, but two months back, in May a body was found, a bishop was sitting were the relic was before it was stolen and the carvings had been left on his torso, I wasn't there for the clean-up, that's for the science buffs back at HQ, but they say the first man to find the body went insane and rammed a scalpel through his own throat, my missions consisted of recon and conflict, not that I did much of the latter.
"You guys head on to the LZ, I'll drop in here" I said, I walked to the back of the cargo bay, hitting the release switch, the large door slowly opened downwards into a ramp, the other agents remained seated, clinging to their seats as they watched me with open eyes, their jaws opened wide in shock as they watched on, "Sir! Is he going to jump?" an agent yelled, turning to face his officer, "Yes he's going jump Private" the officer replied, a smirk on his face as he watched on, "But, sir! He doesn't have a parashoot!" the rookie yelled, "Kid, shut up and enjoy the show."
With a smile on my face and the breeze rushing through my hair I turned to face the agents, I raised my right hand across my body and clenched it into a fist before my heart, the salute of our organisation, "I'll see you on the other side" I smirked as I leaped back, twisting my body around to face the ground as I plummeted towards the earth. So, for those of you who haven't figured it out yet, Hey, I'm Onyx, yes I'm not wearing a parashoot and I'm not exactly the best person to be working for the Vatican, why? Well, I'm not much for Catholicism, but hey… What demon would be?
"Woohooo" I called as I spiralled and danced, I fell to the earth with a smile spread wide across my face as I came closer and closer to the ground, "Alae" I yelled loudly and with a flash of purple my decent slowed and the air was filled with sound of flapping as large white wings spread out from my back, I slowly dropped down onto a roof and crouched down lowly, I hadn't made a sounds and no one had seen me, "Desine" another flash of purple and the wings disappeared, I stood up tall and inspected myself, no damage to my suit, "I'm on the ground Daniels, where am I?" I said into the earpiece, my finger held against it as I spoke, I peered down over the edge of the building and inspected the area, no one anywhere, just a few overly filled bins and a rat nest, "You're in a small district of the city known to locals as, La ciudad del crimen, the town of crime, she should be nearby, in a bar; hurry up and get her, we'll be at the LZ waiting, try and do it undetected, I don't want to have to send in the assault team" Daniels replied, "You don't sound very trusting of my abilities Elliot" I questioned, hoping down off of the roof into the alley next to me, I immediately smelt something decaying.
I turned my head to the right and noticed a hand hanging out the bin, I approached the bin and lifted the lid, when I lifted the lead a swarm of flies rushed forth to meet me, "Ure" I whispered, and the flies ignited instantly, smouldering away into nothingness; after dealing with the flies I looked inside the bin, it was the body of a woman, looked mid 20s and around her neck hung a crucifix, in her hand clutched a rosary and resting next to her was a side-arm, military grade, and it had our markings on it, she was an agent, "Daniels!" I reached up to earpiece and pushed the button in to communicate with my operator, "Daniels we've got a dead agent in a bin here looks like she's been dead for a few days, maybe a week? Got no sign of conflict or other injuries, she's clutching a rosary though, send down a team to investigate, I'll leave a tracker; I'm moving to collect the girl now, we can't risk her being here any longer!" Elliot replied immediately, "Copy that Onyx, continue with your objective, we'll investigate the death, we think she may have been linked to the girl, Daniels out". As the connection ended I pulled a small device from my jacket and placed it inside the bin, next to the body, with sigh I closed the bin over again and turned to the left, making my way out onto the main street, "Now, where's the bar…" I muttered to myself.
"The bar is this way…" A girl whispered as she walked past me, I turned my head to watch her, she wore a black leather jacket, dark jeans and a pair of worn, red converse, I recognised the style immediately and I lifted my hand to the earpiece and spoke softly as I followed the girl, "Cat… You good as always" I smiled and followed the girl, staying a few feet behind her at all times, this, was my girl, a fellow agent known as Cat, "Eyes off my ass, watch the rooftops, you've been seen; plus, if you do this right, you might get to see more of it" She replied, cutting the connection she began to walk with a strut, mocking me as I followed, closing the gap I inspected the rooftops before turning into a bar, following the girl; and she was right, we had been followed.