Chapter Three: The Beginning of Involvement

Well Hello my Dear Readers and welcome back. Its not the beginning of the true story just their involvement on it. I must thank the readers for reading and reviewing as well as certain video games and books for the ideas. Socom: U.S. Navy Seals Combined Assault created the Seal team while Resident Evil and Hitman had a part in it as well. These don't have to do with the story only some ideas behind it. Anyhow, Have fun reading if you can and I'll keep writing.

Miller stood next to a counter in his basement. Upon the counter laid some dismantled weapons including; a M4A1, M203 grenade launcher, AK-47, M82A1A, TA-12 gauge shot gun, a MK-48, 226, Mark 23, DE .50, a high range scope, and a katana. His plan was to build an ultimate weapon, their was one simple question though; how would it fit together. Miller began to tap the counter with his pen as he calculated and Unstable played in the background. He began to mumble to himself as he moved pieces around. He tended to think better when he conversed with himself. He was glad he took the tech, weapons, and science classes in college. "Titeus, what are you doing?" a girl approached from the elevator. Miller glanced up and went back to work. "Our client is getting impatient."

"I know, Jena." He took out a large pad of paper and began to draw out blue prints to the weapon.

"Have you even done anything with the contract?" She asked annoyed.

"I have the whole thing planned out." He continued drawing the interior for a bit before actually beginning his work. The outside would come last; all it did was hold it together.

+Secret Lab+

A large mass of people in white lab uniforms ran about in a fury. They were furiously repairing a strange contraption. It had only worked for about a day before being shut down. A man stood on a balcony over looking the lab. He wore a white military uniform and had clear silver eyes. He had brown hair and stood before his office. It was fifteen foot by fifteen with only a single desk and chair. A single laptop stood upon the desktop. The man scowled. "These top scientist seem to have issues repairing their work." A ninja appeared from the shadows of the office.

"I can kill one of them so they work faster." He spoke with a Chinese accent. The man shook his head.

"No, I'm patient due to the machines complex nature. Doesn't help it broke though." He looked at the ninja. "I have heard of a Hitman taking interest in our U.S affairs though." The ninja bowed.

"Your command shall be carried out." The ninja disappeared into the shadows once again. A scientist ran up to the man. The scientist froze when he saw the machine.

"We have made a breakthrough with the virus my Lord." He shrank back as the man focused on him.

"At least some people are reliable." The scientist relaxed as the man beckoned for him to lead the way. The scientist led him through the white halls to a large room with a giant glass container in the center. With in was a giant beast. Its skin was burnt black, spikes randomly stretched from its body and patches of scales a fur were scattered about. Its eyes had neither iris nor pupil, only blood red coloring. Its mouth was as wide as its face and had two tusks from the top jaw and all fangs otherwise. It held five-inch claws on both hands and feet. "What's it called?"

"We call it Knight commonly, but its BH Version 1996 or BHV1996." The man nodded, "There is one issue with this beast though, Lord Mike." Mike looked at the scientist with mounting anger. "It can't feel." Mike's eyes filled with glee as he began to laugh.

"It won't fall easily then." He beamed with joy. "Start mass production and, once the portals fixed, send them to reinforce the Pawns." The scientist nodded and Mike returned to his office. He collected his laptop and took and elevator five stories up to the garage at ground level. He then left in his Rolls Royce Phantom.

+Miller's Basement+

Miller had taken a break and was building a robot. At the moment it stood six feet tall with glowing green eyes and no outer shell. This meaning it was just wires, springs, and rods. Jena was leaning against a wall and watching him. She stood about five-ten and had very long dark blue hair. She had violet eyes and fairly tanned skin wrapped over her beautiful frame. She wore black boots, blue jeans, and a white sleeveless shirt. On her left hand ring finger was a beautifully crafted ring, Miller had actually crafted it for his friend in the government. She shook her head and was about to speak when Miller spoke first, "What's it like?"

"What?" She returned confused. Titeus looked up.

"To be married. What's it like to have someone?" Jena frowned at her friend.

"You'll find someone Miller. Maybe try a dating site." Miller scowled.

"You always say that. Why not answer the question?" Jena put walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Because it seems cruel. Now I suggest you stop what you're doing and work on the contract." Miller rolled his eyes, but he complied. He went to the elevator and went to his room. He opened the closet and removed two cases. One was a leather suitcase while the other was a black, bulletproof brief case. He took them to the bed and opened the suitcase. He removed a pair of dress shoes and examined them. He went and collected a shoe polishing kit from his dresser and polished the shoes. Once he could tell they were clean he stopped and put them on the bed. He reopened the suitcase and removed a pair of black dress pants. He undressed to his boxers and put on the pants. He then pulled out some black crew socks and put them on. He then put on the shoes and removed a black leather belt. He put it on, but didn't buckle it. He put on the white, button up, t-shirt and tucked it in before buckling the belt. He removed a red tie and put it on as well as shoulder holsters for two custom pistols. He then put on a black dress jacket that would hid the pistols. The last thing he put on was a pair of infrared and night vision sunglasses. He put the suitcase back in the closet and collected the brief case before heading back to the basement. Jena stared at him. "Haven't seen this look in awhile," she said as she felt the gaze that even from behind the glasses could turn anyone's blood to ice.

"Target: Jason S. Jennings. Male. Brown shoulder length hair. Twenty-eight. No family. Brown eyes, five foot eleven. Small armaments, no more than a pocket knife. Has raped multiple women. Black Cobras want dead. Drives a white-busted four door for. Jena nodded avoiding Millers cold gaze. Even his voice, completely without emotion, froze the blood. He was a born killer. No, he was made into this.

"How are the cannons?" She asked. Miller set the brief case on the table and opened it. The inside was cushioned velvet with six indentations. Two indents held semi-auto, twelve inch, fifty caliber pistols. They had willow wood pieces on the handgrips. Each had words written on opposite sides. One was black with the writing 'Whit Fate' on the left side and the other was white with 'Black Fate' on the right side. Each gun had two three clips. One above, below, and already loaded. He took the weapons out and looked down the duel weapons sights. A sick smile twisted his lips.

"How many limbs do you think I'll tear of with these boys?" He spoke with a sick and evil glee. Jena shivered.

"To many." She replied. It always scared her with how evil Miller could be. She shook her head and went to the elevator. "Just don't kill any innocence." Miller gave and evil chuckle has he holstered the weapons.

"So long as they stay out of my way." Jena shivered again as the doors shut. Miller went to a hidden door and entered a hidden garage. He passed the Challenger and Hummer and went to a Rolls Royce Convertible Phantom. The vehicle was customized for heavy duty. It had a built in autopilot and hid an Ak-47, M4-90, a machete, and a nine-millimeter sub-machinegun. He started it up and automatically a ramped raised up to the surface. Above they would notice the ground rise in front of the gate. Once the ramp was up, Miller drove out of the garage and went in search of Jason.

+Adjikistan Capital: Seadow+

Seadow was more of a fort than a town. It had fifty-foot walls and three gates enterable by land and two by the river. The city stretched about a miler in each direction, just within the wall. The center point was an old castle that was actually suspended above the river and still used. The river flowed south to the sea, then to the ocean. There were few tall buildings, all pale in comparison to the technologically advance skyscraper of 'Dark Wind Bank'. No one knew, save a select few, that it was only a front. The building was the true head quarters of the Black Wing. They, much like the Black Cobras, were a branch of the Black Army. The Black Wing held the finances though and hid all of the drug money that was earned. Each section of the globe had a branch of the Black Army. The only thing was that no one knew of the Army only its branches. Each branch had some illegal activity to keep the authorities busy while their true nature was carried out. Annoyingly, every branch was behind all of the terrorist attacks, these attacks keeping the government busy and softening the world's armies. The Army had ears, eyes, and mouths everywhere, even in the governments. They had two goals in life; to "purify" the globe, to do so by destroying everyone alive. They would save a few families they believed would bend quicker to there will and that is who would keep the world going. These families were pre decided and had been being tracked through out history of the group. Now to destroy the world they decided to build "super soldiers". The only issue was that they had to make the beasts stronger than human firepower. At the moment though, Dark Wind Bank was about to be closed down.

The Adjikistan president, Javek Alexandre, and the head of Adjikistan operations in the field, General Jeramy Yaleson, were arguing with Mike. Mike had left twelve hours after he received the message of them needing help at the bank. Now twenty-four hours later, his helicopter was almost shot down and he was thrust into an argument over 'spots'. "I'm sure if you check the records, which we hold religiously, you'd find that we truly are a legitimate bank." Mike was explaining as Javek shook his head.

"There are holes in which money has disappeared from the bank." Javek returned. He was glaring at Mike while Yaleson stood back and watched.

"Those were needed expenses for the bank. We took them from the employees, who knew we would. We would never take the money from our clients. I assure you that it was completely voluntary." True to his word it was, because all the employees were part of the Black Wing. Yaleson raised an eyebrow.

"What of the bubbles where large sums of money are randomly placed in to the bank?" he asked. Mike laughed and shook his head.

"I use the bank as well. It shows the customers that they even I, the head of the bank, trust it with my money." The other two men reluctantly agreed. "Now, if you agree, you don't need to stay any longer." Yaleson nodded.

"Lets be off, president." To which both he and Javek left. Mike led them out before returning to his office. It was a simple room on the hundredth story and had navy blue walls with a mahogany desk and flat screen computer. Two simple armchairs sat across from the leather computer chair behind the desk. Behind the chair was a single wall length window with a beautiful view of the sky. Mike cared not for the view though; he detested the lightness of it. He sat in the computer chair before a deep voice rumbled into his head.

"We must move forward with the plan." It growled.

"I know, but you know as well as I that we can't at the moment." The beast's anger grew and caused Mike to cringe.

"We must move forward before those other humans shut the Army down."

"Trust me Master. Patience will make this war easy. Even now your dragon friends are running low on defenses and soon we'll crush the rest of their allies and cause them to be forced into extinction." The beast fury subsided slightly.

"Just free me and I'll kill them all."

+Target: Jason S. Jennings+

A young man awoke in his apartment. He had brown shoulder length hair and brown eyes. He looked at his clock. It was his twenty-ninth birthday today. He stood and put on blue jeans, white socks, sneakers, a black t-shirt, and a plaid jacket. He grabbed his wallet and went downstairs to walk to the outside café up the street. It was a nice little places. Each table could fit six people around it and was painted blue. They had umbrellas, currently extended, that were blue and red. The trim of everything was purple. The sign held "Red and Blue's Café" in old English writing. The waiters and waitresses were designed to look like the butlers and maids of British decent, though none had an accent except maybe a couple. The man sat at his normal table, the one closest to the edge of the area so that he could watch the passersby. As he sat there he noticed a vehicle he had seen yesterday, a convertible Rolls Royce Phantom sat across the street. It had been in that same spot. "Hey, Jason. What can I get for you today?" the usual waiter asked.

"The usual." He replied distracted. "Has that car been here all night?"

"I suppose. It was here when I left last night and was there when I got here." With that the waiter walked back inside to get the order. Jason remained examining the cars before his eyes were finally drawn to all the beautiful girls about. He saw brunettes, blondes, black haired, and red haired even girls with rainbow hair. He trailed the girls with his eyes, judging their various sizes. After about ten minutes his order arrived. Simple coffee, four sugars and two creamers. The plate contained fired bacon, scrambled eggs, and a banana. He paid in advance, a simple six-dollar check with a two-dollar tip. The waiter never saw him there, every one found it odd. As Jason ate he saw a young blonde girl. She had a decent bust and grand rear. The only problem is she seemed to be with her little brother.

Oh well, he thought joyfully. My first target of the day. With that thought he left his remaining food and trailed them. They traveled for a few blocks and Jason began to feel a strange since of being followed, with a glance back every couple of blocks he found no one and went on his way. The young girl and boy turned into an alley so he hurried to the entrance and followed and gained on them. "Hey, ain't an alley a bit dangerous to use as a short cut?" he asked when he got to five feet behind. Both people jumped. They turned around and the boy spoke.

"Only when followed by people like you." He growled.

"Hush, John. I carry mace so we're good." The girl said. John stuck his tongue out at Jason.

"I could still escort you through the alley." He offered the girl paused. John said "whose that" and both adults look up the alley towards a convertible Rolls Royce where a man had just got out and was walking toward them. He had a suit with a red tie. "Howdy." Jason called.

"Are you Jason S. Jennings?" The man returned. Jason frowned.

"What of it?" he returned. The man drew two giant pistols from his jacket.

"Ma'am, cover blind the boy and run." The girl did as told and they both fled. Jason backed up trying to get the man to back off and calm down. "I am under orders to terminate your life." The man said in a voice very reminiscent of a robot. Jason froze then. The car, it had passed him multiple times while he followed the girl; it was the same car from the café. He swallowed hard.

"Come now, we can work this out." He said. The Hitman shook his head.

"No. You have raped to many women and now you shall die." He opened fire. The fifty caliber rounds tore through Jason's body like a hot knife through butter. The scene would have fit in well with gory anime shows. Jason was entirely ripped to shreds, literally. The man reloaded his cannons and holstered them before return to his car and driving away. When the cops finally arrive, he was out of town. As he drove the earpiece came to life.

"The cities police radios exploded with reports of a business man blowing a poor guy to bits with two pistols!" A girl yelled. "What were you doing, Miller?"

"Today didn't seem like it mattered for some reason," Miller replied. Jena sighed.

"Just get back here."

+Mechock, Adjikistan U.S. Headquarters (0800)+

"What did you just say?" Jake burst out. He stood alongside the team facing their head of affairs and the Secretary of Defense, Jeffery Jefferson. They had gone to the head office to get their next mission and were confronted by a strange one.

"You're being put on guard duty of a very important asset of mine," The secretary replied. Jeffery watched as the Seals frowned. "You are the best of the best and even better then the rest. That's why I wish for you five to help defend my daughter." Knight scratched his head, he was willing to do it cause she was a kid, but the seals were for offence not defense.

"We're meant for offence." Henry said slowly.

"That's why you'd be the best guards," Jeffery responded. Jake frowned.

"Why did you say help? Who else is doing this?" Jake inquired. Jeffery gave a nervous laugh.

"Someone I've known since he was a little kid," The seals were confused. "You'll only have to other people helping you, my wife and her employee. The man will be the one fighting, if needed, while she sits behind a computer. The man is truly the most dangerous man on earth, even to you five. He is a hitman, but will protect children, no matter how much some one wants to pay him not to. His name is Titeus Miller. You'll be at one of his safe houses." Jake scratched the stubble on his chin.

"We'll be back in the states? Time to relax?" He inquired.

"Of course, so long as you still do your job," Jake smiled at the answer. "Also, can you not use codes or nicknames around my daughter?" Jeffery asked, "I want her to be aware of what's going on."

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as possible," Jeffery said with a smile. The team returned to their tents and gathered their stuff before heading back to the main office to meet up with Jeffery and get a ride to their plane. The ride was uneventful and when they arrived at the airport they were herded onto a private jet. The plane took off not long after they had boarded and found that Jeffery was staying behind. They were on their way to Washington D.C. It wasn't till nine hours later at 1700, or five o'clock, that someone talked.

"Got to say, wish we could always travel like this," Bob sank even farther into his chair.

"That's why you enjoy it to the fullest cause you know it won't happen again," Johnny laughed. "I personally wish I could afford this on my own." He raised his glass of whiskey in a mock salute to Bob. At this point the team had changed into civilian clothes, save their dog tags and military issue 226s. Jake wore simple brown work boots, dusted blue jeans, and a white t-shirt. A simple leather jacket hid his shoulder holster for his pistol. A single knife was visible on his left side. Henry wore white shoes, blue jeans, a white sleeveless, and his pistol was hooked to his belt. Lance wore black boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and a black leather jacket. The jacket hid his pistol from view. Bob had on basketball sneakers and camo cargo pants. His muscular chest was hugged by a tucked in black t-shirt while his pistol was holstered on his left boot. Johnny wore white sneakers, blue jeans, a white t-shirt and a jean jacket. He was the only one without a weapon, so he was ordered to stick with Bob.

"All right boys," Jake looked at them. "We are within about half way to Washington. From here on out we do not use our codenames nor do we use code lingo. The secretary's daughter must understand what we're saying. Along with that, unless you a specifically exempted, you know her by Miss or Ma'am, nothing more." The team nodded. "We are to keep her in sight and protect her, but not restrict her. Only step in if needed. Understood?"

"Yes, sir!" the team barked back. Jake went back to staring out the window. After sometime he got drug into an argument over who was the coolest on the team. At midnight, 2400 hours, they were climbing into the sky on a second private jet. This time though the secretary's daughter was in the back room while the seal sat right behind the cockpit in the same room as the door to the plane. They could not go to the back of the plane and actually couldn't leave till the daughter and her bodyguards were in the rear of the plane. The seals were not aloud to see her till they arrived at the safe house. They had received pictures of the safe house, which looked more like a shed, but were told that the final guard would arrive to let them farther into the building. The plane took them to a random, unused, and forgotten airport. They were offloaded and blind folded till the daughter was secure on her helicopter. They were then loaded onto a military issue copper with two jeeps in the back and were told they'd have to drive the final distance to the safe house. They weren't in the air for over an hour and they landed in a clearing barely giving the coppers room. Both engines were cut and the jeeps were unloaded and checked for any maintenance problems. Once confirmed to be fine the young girl was allowed out of her helicopter. The strange thing was that along with her was Secretary Jefferson himself. The young girl was about sixteen years old with fair skin and a kind frame. Her face was beautiful and framed with elegant red locks while two sky blue orbs peered at the seals with curiosity.

"The building is right up that road," Jeffery said as he pointed to a steep path. "I trust nothing will happen to her."

"Let me assist you into the jeep, ma'am," She took Jakes hand and let him help her into the jeep's passengers seat before specking.

"Please just call me Samantha, all of you." The team blinked in surprise, but complied with nods. Jeffery walked up to the jeep and looked his daughter in the eye.

"You be good, Samantha," The young girl gave her father a hug and he returned it. "These men are the elites of the elite. Do what they say, please." She nodded and glanced at the seals. "All right, Shadow, your clear to disappear. I trust you with that because its what you do best." Shadow jumped into the driver seat and brought the jeep to life. Bob, Henry, and Johnny took up posts in the second jeep and the two headed up the path, litrally. As they went Samantha started to ask questions.

"Why do they call you 'Shadow'? Jake shrugged.

"I'm good at disappearing into the shadows."

"What about the others?" Jake went into thought as he drove before finally answering.

"Henry is Knight because he loves blades over guns. Freelance, you probably guess that its Lance, came from a family of mercenaries, but preferred an honorable life. Bob is Killjoy because he loves to kill and destroy. Johnny's the medic and Apenar stands for distress or something like that." Samantha nodded seeming a bit distracted. "You ain't got nothing to worry about, Miss. Nothings going to hurt you." She seemed to ignore him so he let it go. They arrived at the shed three hours later. Two hours spent climbing, sometimes pushing the jeeps, and one hour of rough off-road. The shed was as mush a shed as expected till they entered it. It had a kitchen to the left, a single bed without blankets and such, a fireplace, and a single table with four chairs. "All right seals," He got their attention. "Set up on the floor." The team went about and did so. As Jake knelt by the door his noticed that Samantha was simply standing there and he noticed her lack of supplies. "You got a blanket?" she shook her head so he reached into his bag and took out a spare blanket. "Here," He said as he gave it to her. She began to set up on the floor, using her bag as a pillow like the other. "What are you doing, Miss?" She looked up in confusion.

"I'm setting up my bed," she stated simply. Jake frowned.

"The bed is your bed," She looked at it before moving her stuff to it.

"What's the plan till Miller gets here?" Bob asked. Jake went into thought to recall his plan.

"I'll take the first watch, then it goes as follows; Johnny, Lance, Bob, then last is Henry. After that we'll repeat the order. Three hour shifts with rest in between." The team nodded. "Each person will sit to the left of the door in front of the window, two knocks to open the door, one to lock it, three to tell us to 'get the fuck out here'." The team nodded again. After relaying this Jake noticed Lance had an odd box. "What's in the box?" Lance looked at it then opened it and took out a 30-06 rifle. Jake smiled and shook his head. "Just don't watch over everyone's shoulder."

"Didn't plan to," he replied. With this said, Jake grabbed a chair and took it outside with him. He sat in front of the window after the door was locked and Lance opened the window and removed the screen before closing it to a crack. Jake shook his head and continued to watch and listen. These woods were frightening everyone; it was easy to see that. Bob wasn't making jokes like normal and was silent and Johnny's eyes gave him away far more than he did himself. Jake knew they would combat their fears and hid it though. They were SEALs; nothing would stop them from doing their duty till they died. That was a bad thought, especially here. Everything was dead. The trees were skeletons and the grass was . . . gray. Even the moss was gray. Then there were small clouds of mist two feet high that traversed the woods without regularity. He shivered.

"Hell of a place to put a safe house," Jake whispered to himself. He sat and looked at the surroundings when he heard a twig snap a ways off. In a flash he had moved to stand in the shadow of the door to the left of the window with his knife out, a gunshot would be a beacon to the rest of the predators of the forest. He stared into the woods, but couldn't see what was out there. The barrel of the 30-06 came through the crack as the window opened fully.

"There's a wolf watching you from about fifteen yards out," Lance whispered. As if to agree with him a howl pierced the night sky, within seconds several more howls chill the groups bone and froze its blood. The wolves were all around the shed. "Should I take it down?"

"No, leave it be." Jake remained in the shadow hidden from human eyes, but he knew the wolf could see him clear as day. They weren't normal in the woods; their scent was a beacon. Lance pulled the gun back inside. "The wolf went on its way. How did you know it wouldn't attack?" Jake moved back to the chair and put the knife away.

"Despite the scenery, I had a feeling that I wasn't going to be hurt today," Jake replied, much to Lances displeasure.

"Next time just come inside and not hid out there." Jake shook his head as Lance closed the window and that was that.

'Two hours and forty minutes left of my watch.'

+End Chapter+

I realized I'm inspired by a lot of video games, movies, and books. Even my actual life inspires me. That's why some things can be connected to a lot of stuff from other things. I just hope being inspired by it and using said inspiration ain't against the rules. Once again, thank you readers, thank you reviewers (which I've enabled the anonymous review thing), and thank you to all who take the time to read my stories. If there are any issues with the chapter or how the book is going along just tell me or offer a suggestion, or don't, either way THANK YOU ALL for reading.

Miller Out.