Fulminata:
Beginning Part 3
A/N: Again, besides Jane Eyre0, no else has reviewed for this story. I'm dissapointed in you. But, the past is the past. Again, if you think this story isn't good, tell me. So, let's get back to the action.
Venice, Italy, Third Person POV...
Lok had been in pain before. Once he had been hit in the head with the butt of a rifle, another time he had been thrown off of a cliff and belly flopped on the water twenty feet below. But this was different. His back was on fire, literally, his shirt ruined. His neck was burning, full of smoke. His eyes stung from smoke, dust and grit. It felt like his right shoulder bone had been bruised when he fell, his knee cut big time. He knew when he got the time to check he would have some interesting bruises.
"So are you ready to die boy?" asked the man behind Lok. Lok had already observed everything about him and he didn't look like a good guy. "If not, then it will be an unpleasant surprise."
"Excuse me gentlemen," came a voice from behind the suits. Lok and the suits turned to see a man walking through the front gate. He was tall and looked to be in his twenties. He had a goatee, and auburn hair. His eyes were hidden behind green tinted glasses. He looked like a P.I., dressed in a long tan trenchcoat, and khaki pants. Underneath his coat he was wearing a dark grey V-neck sweater that showed a lighter grey shirt. He radiated power and confidence. His mouth was played in a small little smirk that made his devil-may-care attitude even more obvious.
Defoe turned around at the voice, and gasped. His eyes went wide, then burned with anger. "You," he growled. "Dante Vale. Time for me to settle my score with you. Men, kill him!" The Suits turned to Dante, raising their guns. Dante smiled and as dozens of lightning bolts came at him, he jumped over them and landed next to Lok. He held out a hand, which Lok took, and he pulled him up.
"You okay kid?" he asked quietly.
"I'm fine," Lok answered, swaying a little.
Dante smiled knowingly. "I'll fix you up, after I take care of my...unwelcome quests." Dante took out a gun from his jacket. It was a Colt Anaconda, the metal gleaming in the sun. As the Suits rushed Dante let loose with a few shots and several suits went down. Before anyone could react a Beretta 93R had appeared in Dante's left hand. The handheld machine gun came to life, bullets coming out of it rapidly. More and more Suits fell, most clutching their shoulders.
Soon there were no more Suits standing, Defoe and Grier all alone. Defoe snarled and began to back away, Grier following him. Dante smiled. "C'mon kid, let's get you inside."
Fifteen Minutes Later...
Lok was sitting across from Dante on the sofa in his living room. He had showered and changed his shirt with one of Dante's old ones. Same went for his jeans. After his shower he had told Dante the whole story, leaving out a few...uncomfortable details. Dante had listened intently, nodding along with the story. He never interrupted and didn't seem surprised.
"Lok, I have something you might want to see," Dante got up and walked into a side room. Lok followed and saw himself in an office like room filled with computers, books, and TV screens. Dante walked over to a cabinet, opened it and pulled out a manilla folder. He took a seat at a table while Lok sat across from him. Dante slid the folder to Lok. "Open it." Lok opened it and gasped.
There were twelve pages. The first one had a picture of Lok. Lok knew the scene the picture portrayed. He had went to Carnival with his friends. The picture showed him and his friends posing, their masks in their hands. He was smiling like a fool. Ethan should've been besides him, with Phoebe next to him. But the picture had been zoomed in on Lok's face. Lok knew that only him, Phoebe, and Ethan had a copy of that picture.
"How did you get that picture?" Lok demanded. Dante smiled.
"Lok, my organization has resources beyond your imagination. Read on." Lok continued to read. It said everything about him. His career, his missions, his recruitment by G2. Everything. On the second page was a picture Lok recognized. It showed him sitting down, smiling. It was his recruitment picture and only G2 had it. Again, Lok found himself wondering who Dante worked for.
"Who do you work for?"
"UNIA," Dante said. "United National Intellignce Agencies."
"You recruit people who wokr for Intelligence agencies? Why?"
Lok's phone buzzed before Dante could answer. Lok took the phone out and saw it was a message from Sophie and he read, then put his phone away. "Listen, can you also help my friends out, I think they might be in trouble."
"Sure, besides I have to find them too. But first, we'll have to escape." Dante had walked to the window and Lok joined him, seeing just about every Suit in Venice gathered outside.
With Ethan...
Ethan was confused. He hadn't ran into any Suits for over fifteen minutes. Maybe thy gave up. Or maybe they were after one of them in particular. And Ethan had a bad feeling it was a certain Irish boy.
"Lok," he muttered. "What have you gotten your self into?"
He started to run, even though he wasn't that far from Sophie's house.
At Dante's House...
Lok looked around the room he was in. It was an attic, and looked like no one had been in for ages. "Are we safe here? I mean, why don't they just break in?"
"UNIA has some nice security systems, and my house has some of the best. Defoe knows that, and he's no fool, at times," Dante said, smiling. Then there came a crash. "And apparently this is not one of those times." Lok looked out the window and saw a lightning bolt sprang up from the ground and hit the Suit who was advancing on the house. He was sent flying away. He hit the ground and didn't move. Lok was glad he was inside.
"Lok," Dante called his attention. Lok looked and Dante tossed him a gun. It was newly, German made Walther P99. Lok checked the clip, it was full. Dante tossed some extra ammunition and Lok put the in his bag. Dante opened a window and hopped onto the roof. He then jumped onto another roof and Lok followed. Then Dante did the most stupid-like thing ever, or so Lok thought, "I have to say gentleman," he called, "that collecting Suits is a hobby of mine." The group below turned to see Dante.
"What are you doing?" Lok whispered.
"My house may be invurneable, but my neighbors' aren't." Dante replied without moving his head. He then ran, with Lok following as scores of Suits followed them, shooting bolts of lightning as they scaled the walls.
With Ethan...
Ethan looked out over the city. He wondered where Lok was. He saw several flashes of light and heard a few explosions about three blocks away. He smiled. Lok was there.
Ethan tensed as he felt that he was no longer alone. He whirled around, his foot coming out for a kick when he saw...
Phoebe. He lowered his legs and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Took me long enough to find you," Phoebe said. "Maybe we should find the others."
Ethan turned back to the source of lights and explosions. "Well, Lok is easy enough. C'mon!" He and Phoebe began to run to where Lok and Dante where running for their lives. Meanwhile Sophie was doing the same.
Lok glanced behind and saw the Suits had fallen a bit behind. He looked back to what was ahead and stopped. Dante followed suit. Two figures were in front of them and walking closer. They stepped out of the shadows and Lok smiled.
It was Ethan and Phoebe. And then Sophie popped up behind them.
"Guys, you're alive!" Lok exclaimed.
"You too. Who's your friend?" Ethan said.
"My name's Dante, but we have to talk later. Now, we run. Follow me." Dante jumped off the roof and landed easily on the ground below. They followed him into a speedboat, which he hotwired.
"Are we stealing a boat?" Sophie exclaimed indignitantly.
"It's either that or death. I prefer the stealing to the dying," Dante said calmly. He started the boat and drove it down the waterway. While he was driving Lok brought everyone up to speed.
"Dante, are you looking for anyone else?" Ethan called through the wind.
"Yeah. Two teens named Alice and Tomas. Know 'em?" Dante replied.
Sophie nodded. "I know Tomas. He lives in a dorm not too far from here, maybe about five minutes. I'll give you the address."
"And I know Alice. She was going over to Tomas's," Phoebe said. Sophie put the address into the GPS and Dante followed it's directions to the area.
"What's special about all of us anyways?" Lok asked. He knew the answer for him, but not the others.
"All will be revealed," Dante said mysteriously. He stopped the boat. "Sophie, Phoebe. You go and tell Alice and Tomas to follow you out here. Do whatever necessary. Ethan, Lok and I will wait here." Phoebe and Sophie got out and ran into the dorm building. Five minutes later they came out with two more people in tow. One was a boy and he looked French. He was fifteen with pale skin. His hair was black, it hung down in fron of his eyes, which were green. He was tall for his age and was nicely dressed. He wore a crisp black shirt with designer jeans. He looked confused. The other person was a girl of around fifteen. She seemed to be part Asian, her eyes black in color and oriental. Her hair was raven black and had crimson streaks. On top of that she wore a baseball cap, a Yankees hat. She had a light grey T-shirt on with dark-wash jeans.
"What's going on?" the boy, Tomas, asked, his voice tinged with a slight French accent.
"Explain later. Get in," Dante said. "Please," he added at the look of stubborness on the boy's face. Alice hopped in along with Sophie and Phoebe. Tomas sighed and hopped in too, and the boat took off, heading towards Sophie's.
Alimos, Greece...
The man stared out the window. He had just recieved the message from one of his operatives. Dante had found all six of the recruits, but not without problems. Defoe had come after them, but luckily they survived. His goal was almost complete.
"Time for this storm to be blown away," the man said. A small smile played at his lips.
