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0345 Hours

03 May, 2417 years after the founding of New Hyrule

Abandoned Courthouse in Wing City, New Hyrule

Most would not give much thought to an abandoned courthouse out of town. The courthouse was in a state of disrepair, with tall, unmaintained grass and trees everywhere. The building itself had peeling paint, cracked walls, and broken windows, but no signs of collapse could be seen. Indeed, it was quite a very sturdy structure. At around four in the morning, no one, even if passing by, would give notice to the courthouse. However, if one did look with intent, they could see that there were signs of recent use, and there were guards around the place, although hidden well enough from most eyes.

However, there was one person with the courthouse as his intent. The person was male, decked out in tactical equipment. He wore an armoured vest, combat attire, and other equipment. He carried a carbine with him, customised with accessories, a semi-automatic handgun, a collapsible baton, three knives, and grenades. His vest and attire held ammunition as well, although not much. It made him light and he could be stealthier. A patch on his shoulder identified him as being with HUWEU, or the Hyrule Unconventional Warfare and Espionage Unit. The Agent, as we will call him, was not affected by the darkness, as his mind was only set on his mission, which was to cleanse the place of the people occupying the courthouse. An anonymous tip had brought him there to stop some terrorists who hid in the courthouse between their own missions. He readied himself before rushing out to kill a guard just in front of him.

The Agent pulled out a knife from his left thigh, one among the three he carried. The guard three meters ahead had no idea he was about to breathe his last when the Agent dashed and held the doomed guard's throat with his right hand and stabbed him with his left. The knife was stained red by the stabbing, and four knife wounds appeared on the guard's torso. The guard left the world without a sound. The Agent quickly pulled the body away, hiding it in the tall grass before proceeding deeper into the courthouse grounds.

Owing to a slower approach, what would only need three minutes took ten. The Agent was inside the courthouse after the ten minutes of crawling, hiding, and assassination. He was slightly bothered, as some of the terrorists were quite sloppy, and were too easy to kill. He counted thirteen kills, and recalled that the intelligence said that there were around twice that number. A few minutes ago, he saw one guard turning his back to the door he was supposed to guard, and talking to a female guard. They were about to kiss when the Agent hugged them both suddenly and slit their throats. However, he did feel a little joy, as this job was not as hard as he thought.

Quickly, quietly, and no one the wiser, the Agent reached the second floor and was almost intercepted by a patrol of five terrorists. They were armed with submachine guns and one even had a shotgun near his hip. The Agent was able to hide behind a rotting door when they passed without a clue of his presence. A soft sigh of relief could almost be heard, if one were paying attention.

Unlike the guards outside, the five on patrol were expertly trained, and the Agent only managed to evade detection by moving to a spot apparently not in their patrol route or was already covered.

"If the others in here were all skilled, then it would be a big problem," the Agent thought. He was outnumbered. Even if he was skilled, he did not want to take any chances. Then, he recalled his partner's words: "When in doubt, key in Frequency 56.90 and say 'Fast as ya can'." Feeling some doubt, he decided to do as his partner said. After a minute, he could hear a motorcycle revving, and knew backup had arrived. The terrorists reacted quickly too, and were outside at the front yard in less than two minutes. A voice yelled orders and told them to stand in a formation, the commanding tone suggesting that it was the leader.

A chirp was sounded in the Agent's head, courtesy of the communicator in his mouth. It sent vibrations to his brain and were processed as "Dak here, prepare for the main dish!" before ending with another chirp.

"That glutton," the Agent thought with a smile on his face. He checked his carbine and after a few tests deemed it worthy for action. It was time for guns blazing. The Agent exited the courthouse and saw that the terrorists had opened fire at the motorcycle although missing their mark. They were distracted, as the motorcycle was making a lot of noise. With their flanks open, the Agent calmly walked into view and shot at least five of them before they noticed him. Dak quickly jumped off the motorcycle and pulled out a PDW from his chest holster. It burped hot alloy as the trigger was pulled and bodies fell to the ground. Two men were left standing, while in slight shock.

One of them, apparently the leader, sighed and said "I'm impressed. I yield to you" before dropping his firearms, motioning his partner to do the same. Dak and the Agent moved in to subdue them, but were forced to jump back when the pulled out short-swords from their thighs. Amazingly, the two agents could not see them even with a high powered beam of light shining bright. They were abnormally well concealed. Dash smirked and pulled out a collapsible baton, extending it with a flick of his hand. "Looks like you guys wanna fight huh, well, come on already!"

The Agent pulled out his own identical baton, and in addition slid a knife to his right hand in a reversed grip, saying nothing. Both agents got into fighting stances and yelled a battle cry before charging at their adversaries. The two terrorists yelled their own battle cry and got into defensive stances. The terrorists were surprisingly very well-versed with swords, but agents were no strangers to fighting with their batons, and could hold their own. The leader swung his sword diagonally upwards from the left to the right, and Dak countered it with a strike downwards with his baton before drawing a circle and thrusting. The Agent was able to corner the second terrorist and force him to keep defending with well-placed strikes. It was clear that he was not as skilled as the Agent, as he was blocking more than attacking. The Agent, with well-placed strikes, forced him to a wall. The terrorist began to make mistakes, being unable to keep calm. When the Agent saw an opportunity, he took it quickly. The Agent promptly blocked an overhead diagonal slash, cut the tendons of the terrorist's wrist with his knife, and thrust the baton straight into his opponent's chest. A crunch told that the terrorist's sternum cracked, and the pain along with the wind being knocked out of him caused him to fall unconscious.

A face with worry and slight fear greeted the Agent when he turned to Dak. The terrorist leader was much better than his comrade, as he was even slightly smiling. The leader suddenly switched styles and incorporated thrusts and slashes from strange angles. Dak was bleeding in the left forearm, and felt slightly faint. However, he did not give up a bit. The leader swung from his sword straight down and Dak was about to block it when the terrorist leader suddenly manipulated the blade that it was a "lift" from below aiming for his groin with the back-blade. It was abnormally fast and Dak could not block the low attack. He feared for his manhood and was about to yell when the Agent disarmed the terrorist leader. The leader's sword flew five meters away and Dak immediately armed himself with it.

"So you broke my Deadeye style slash-to-lift, huh. I commend you for your skill. Few ever intercepted it, even from the side." The leader said before his hands rose in a pose. He positioned his left arm horizontally near his waist, while his right hand was in front of his torso with an open palm behind his left arm. He then spread his legs diagonally and sat in a lower stance, leaning forward slightly. The Agents felt slightly intimidated by the stance, which told them the terrorist leader was not a joke.

Still saying nothing, the Agent opened both palms, stretched out his right arm, and put his right hand right in front of his left shoulder. He also sat in a lower stance, however, his right leg was directly in front of his left leg, with his right foot pointing forty-five degrees to the left, and his left foot ninety degrees to the left as well.

"Hmph. Bring it on!" the terrorist leader yelled. The Agent threw a left hook, and it was met by a left-handed slap from the leader. The leader tried to uppercut the Agent in the stomach, but missed as the Agent evaded the attack. A jumping double kick forced the leader away, but he was almost hit by a left thrust punch* courtesy of the Agent. They continued to hit at each other until the Agent managed to land a kick on the leader's gut. The leader groaned in pain but was still standing. Shortly after, the Agent's shoulder was hit by a chop, but he shrugged it off. After ten moves, the Agent finally managed to sweep the terrorist off his feet and pounce on him. Dak, who watched the whole fight, came to the Agent's assistance by knocking out the leader out cold with the bottom of his baton.

Dak sent a request for extraction, while the Agent continued to guard the two terrorists and turn his gaze around scanning for any leftover enemies. A pair of Riser-class VTOLs* arrived and headed towards them preparing for landing.

The Agent relaxed a bit and heard his superior say "Well done, Agent Link" before hauling the terrorist up to his feet for extraction, while Dak carried the other terrorist.

*A left thrust punch is like a boxing jab, but is a long punch, stretching all the way out, unlike a boxing jab, which is a short punch. It is slower than a jab, but hurts more. I DO practice Chinese martial arts, so I know.

* A VTOL or Vertical Take-Off and Landing aircraft is one that can hover, take off, and land vertically. This classification includes fixed-wing aircraft as well as helicopters and other aircraft with powered rotors, such as cyclogyros/cyclocopters and tiltrotors. –from Wikipedia

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Updated 20/8/2016

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