The Amazing Adventures of November 11 and Co.
Heaven's War (Part 2)
This one is a lot longer than my first chapter,because I had more time. I cannot tell you how many times I accidently wrote Amber instead of February, Hopefully I will get better at that ;)
Please,please,please tell me what you think and review my chapter, because I really want to find out what I can do better.
"Y'know, you have it easy; your Contract, I mean." November 11 said, as he lit a long, white cigarette.
"I'm probably the luckiest Contractor alive," said April. "I mean, I don't have any disgusting Obsiences-I heard there was a man in Hong Kong who had to slit his wrists, as payment-and all I have to is drink beer; something which I am very good at."
"There are no lucky Contractors; there's no such thin- "
November's face had turned purple; he had taken a large drag at the cigarette, and was coughing.
"Disgusting things, but payment is payment." He tossed the cigarette in the gutter.
"This way..." murmured July, clutching April's hand. The trio crossed roads, and were confronted with a silver building.
"Do you know why we're being summoned?" Asked November.
"Something about Heaven's Gate."
Just then, April's phone began to ring. She grabbed it out of her purse, and held it up to her ear.
"Yes, yes we are standing outside your building."
The speaker muttered something unintelligible.
"Our Doll told us; he has been doing some nighttime observing, I hope you don't mind. Yes, we'll be right there."
April hung up.
"Some MI5 man; he wants us to go down to South America for a mission that involves the Gate there."
They stepped into the building, and a rush of cool air greeted them, throwing it in their faces.
The receptionist- a small pert woman, with a genial smile- pointed at the elevator, and said:
"Number Twelve, first door on the left."
July said the words along with her. The elevator was small and dingy.
"He's a man called Mr. Fawkes. His nameplate says that he is in charge of Contractor and Doll Affairs for the MI6", said July, his fingers on the mirror in the wall. "There are four people with him-they might be Contractors."
November 11 nodded. The doors opened, and they walked into the room. Mr. Fawkes was a small, neat man, in a waistcoat, with a thick grey mustache. On two symmetrical chairs sat four people. They all turned to look at the new visitors. Fawkes nodded at them, and held out his hand
"Oswald Fawkes-", he began , but was cut off by April.
"We know", she said.
"Ah, of course. Now let me introduce you to the four people who will be your team for the next few days."
One of the people bounded out of the chair, her arms open in a hug.
"April, you look fantastic, and November 11 doesn't look a day older than when we last met!"
"Hello February," said April unruffled.
The thirty-something year old woman, with her pale green hair and amber eyes beamed at all of them.
"I will leave you all to introduce yourselves properly, but before I go, I would like to explain what your mission is. As you may well know, Heaven's Gate is in South America, Argentina to be precise. Now there are many feuds to who the Gate belongs to, and I have hired you to….help our cause." Said Fawkes.
No one said a word except for February, who nodded and smiled brightly.
"You all have your particular talents and I need each and every one of you to use them. You will be paid well, I assure you. The details will be given in the morning, while you are on the plane."
Fawkes nodded once more, and stepped outside into the elevator.
Once she had heard the elevator doors close, February turned and grinned at them.
"I have the best idea; why don't we go around in a circle, and tell everybody our name, and power, so we can all get to know each other better. Okay?"
No one said a word.
"I'll go first!" Declared February. "Okay, so my name is February, well at least my code name is February, and my power is chronokinesis, which is essentially time travel. My contract is ageing backwards, so I don't use it much. However, I get to look eternally young, which is a good thing."