(Static In the background, A voice recorder is on)
Uh, Hello? Is this thing on? God dammit SHINRA, can't you fix this shit. Oh, wait, it's working. Well shit, uh... So, Reno and Rude gave me this, thing. Something about recording what I'm doing will help my mental state of killing people, I don't know. Uhh, let's see here…Ok…So I need to say that…and that…why the hell is there so much to say…? Whatever. So, my name is Akira Tohru, and I'm a Gunman SOILDER 1st class.
~Cutscene~
"Don't try to run…" A man in a large, nearly demolished building. He's laying down, with his large, high-tech, sniper resting on a stand. He takes even breaths. His pearl white hair slowly falls down, a strand covers his eyes. He blows it back up. His gray-neon blue eyes have a strange tint to them. His lean, average height figure is perfectly camouflaged into the ground. A bald man is standing behind him, slightly more built and serious looking. His sunglasses have a small crack around the edge. His blue suit completely contrasts the surroundings.
"Hurry it up." He said strictly, the white-haired male flicked him off without taking his eye of the sight. He continued to focus, and calm his breathing. He smirks, and without a warning, fires his gun, multiple times. The bullet clearly hits on every shot, all are dead with bullet wounds in their heads or hearts. Blood fills the battlefield.
"…or else you'll make a mess."
~Cutscene over~
I guess I'm like the company play thing or something. I get stuck with the shitty jobs until something important comes up. They call me the not-so-official Turk, dead-end, a done-deal, and, my personal favorite…
…The Invisible.
GOD, it's such a cool name, I'll deal with the shitty ones as long as I hear being called invisible.
Anyways, even though I'm a gunman, I'm far from weak with hand-to-hand combat and weaponry outside of guns. Though this old bastard one time tried to kill me with a cane sword…
…I didn't even know they made elderly weaponry. I guess you learn something new every day.
Well, anyways. I must get back to work. The old bast- I mean my boss, says these should be like, 2-3 minutes max or else it would take up too much time.
Oh, one last thing. I was just assigned to help take care of this terrorist organization or something. I think the name was AVALANCHE, or something like that. Says I'm going with the Prez to a reactor tomorrow to cut them off or something. Anyways, good luck. Not to them, of course.
(Static ends)