Hey guys, Nick410 here with another exciting chapter of The Assassin. As you can tell, this chapter says "The Underland", so yes, it means that Gregor finally goes back to the Underland after so many years. I do apologize for my absence, been a bit busy lately.

I do not own the Underland Chronicles in any way.

It was surprise after surprise for Gregor. First he mysteriously conked out and now he suddenly cant remember a lot of things, as if half of his life went blank. He was only 28, so how can he already be losing memory?

"Ah well, doesn't matter to me I guess." Gregor mumbled to himself. Him, Akane, Drake, Drystan and Michael Coles were on board a privet jet to New York City, the place of Gregor's birth. The reason why they were going to Gregor's hometown on a privet plane was because they supposedly found a secret underground base…and regular planes wont allow cases full of weapons and explosives on board, especially to New York.

Gregor stared out the window and saw buildings that stretched miles away. The soft sound of the jets engine was soothing, until Drake's snoring cut it off. Drystan and Drake were sleeping while Michael was practicing taking apart guns and quickly fixing them. Akane sat on the other side of Gregor and had about fifty bags of peanuts next to him. He was eating peanut after peanut as if it was like his own ecstasy.

"I see you like peanuts." Gregor joked.

"Yeah," Akane said with one of his rare chuckles. "They keep me calm. I hate heights, so flying doesn't really help much."

"Well don't fret about it too much. We're about a click away from the runway." Gregor said as he peered out the window. The jet veered to the left side of the runway where privet jets and planes were allowed. The jet's tires hit the ground and Akane jumped in his seat, causing Gregor to laugh which woke Drake up.

"Ungh, shut up. I need some sleep here while we fly." Drake mumbled with a stretch.

"We're on the runway already though. We can leave you here while we go ahead if you want." Gregor said with a shrug as the plane hit the gravel. Drake cursed under his breath but rubbed his eyes and sat up. He poked Drystan who woke up and tried to slice at him with a knife. Drake caught it without any effort.

"Wake up fool. I'm not the enemy so put down the knife." Drake said. Drystan put away the knife. "Why do you keep that out when you sleep? It's kind of creepy." Drystan just shrugged and got his bag out from the top hatch.

"Just a habit I guess. You never know who you can trust." Drystan said, half to himself. He slung the strap from his bag over his shoulder and walked off the jet without another word.

Gregor stared after him. "What's with him?" Drake just shook his head and got his bag and walked off with Akane following him.

"Don't mind him. Let's just get off this damn plane already." Akane said as he walked to the exit.

Once all the "baggage" was off the jet, Gregor and everyone else helped pile it in several black trucks. He didn't feel exactly comfortable riding in a truck with an explosive device behind him.

"Me and Michael will commandeer the first car. Drystan and Akane, in the second." Drake said once the supplies were loaded. "Gregor, you're riding with 2nd lieutenant Beretta. He's already in the third car. We will meet at a motel to discuss why exactly we are here."

Gregor headed to his assigned truck and saw a large burly black man with rippling muscles. A goatee was visible and a toothpick hung from his mouth. He was fiddling with a handgun, trying to dislodge a bullet.

"Just bang the top of the gun. That should free it up a bit." Gregor said getting in the car. The man raised an eyebrow, shrugged, and slammed his fist on the top. The gun shifted and the bullet moved into place.

"Impressive technique. I'll have to remember that." The man said with a smile. "Oh, my name is 2nd lieutenant Alan Beretta from the twelfth district branch of the government. You?"

"Er, Gregor Blake from the Special Assassination Corps Branch, Elite status, named 'Fox.'" Gregor said awkwardly. He had never told someone his complete position before.

Alan nodded in satisfaction. "An elite eh? It's an honor to meet one in person." Gregor gave a brief nod and stared at the moving scenery from the window. It was relaxing, satisfying to see his home town again. Yet, most of it is still a blur.

The ride only lasted five to ten minutes before stopping at a motel. A crummy, rotten, and familiar motel. Gregor shrugged at the thought and stepped out of the car. He followed Alan into the motel and saw that everyone there was standing around. Ghost and Rand were in the corner talking.

"Hey! When did you get here?" Gregor asked surprised.

"Oh, we've been here for a little bit actually. Where do you think you're information came from hmm?" Rand said, smiling.

"That explains it. How long have you been here?" Gregor asked taking a seat on a chair. "What are you doing by yourselves is a better question actually."

The pair blushed. "Your disgusting! Besides, we've only been here for about a week." Ghost exclaimed, her face flushed.

Gregor smirked. "Hey, a lot can happen in a week you know?" Rand smiled but shook his head.

"Fox! Come here will you?" Drake called. Gregor got up and walked over to his commander who was carrying a key. "We got our room. Start packing up boys."

"Um," the receptionist said, "the elevator hasn't been operational in ages. You'll have to climb the stairs." Drake shrugged and gestured to Gregor and Rand at the bags. Sighing, the pair began to bring up the supplies, which were disguised as large suitcases, up the stairway.

At the supposed floor, Gregor opened the door to room A10. Another vibe like he's been here hit him and blurriness clouded his eyes. He leaned on the doorframe to keep from falling.

"Yo Gregor! You okay man?" Rand asked earnestly.

"Yeah. Must've gotten a bit carsick. It's nothing." Gregor responded standing up straight. "No need to worry now." Rand gave him a small smile, patted his back, and helped move the supplies in. The two of them began to bring out computers and folders crammed with information.

The rest of the group walked into the room with Drake locking the door behind him.

"All right, let's get down to work." Drake said, sitting at a computer and opening up documents. One was labeled "New York" and he opened it up. In the document showed and area of Central Park and a small clearing that had a highlighted box. Drake put his finger on the box. "This is where we enter in. Me, Akane, and Ghost will stay in the tunnels beyond a stone slab while the rest will take out targets. Out government has supplied us information that there are terrorists down there."

"Terrorists are in New York? Shit, it's freaking 911 all over again." Drystan said with a snort.

Drake glared at Drystan. "Anyways, we are to eliminate the forces down there. Their supposed leader is a woman, but don't let that stop you from taking her down."

"How the hell are we supposed to get there?" Michael asked, examining the screen.

"Good question. Our intelligence say that once we are in the tunnels, there is a large hole. We will use ropes to get down there." Drake said, shutting the document on the computer. "Get some sleep. I'll wake you up before midnight. That is all."

Everyone else but Gregor went to separate rooms since he was at his already. He moved to his room and stripped of his clothes and leapt in the shower. He turned on the faucet and waited for the water to warm up before letting the water touch him.

As the hot water drizzled on him, Gregor was letting his mind wander. It was a bit pointless since it's still a bit blank. He sighed and washed his hair along with his body. He shut off the shower, dried himself, and put on some nightwear before laying in the bed. He set a handgun beside the bed and slowly fell asleep.


Something was shaking him violently. Gregor immediately grabbed his gun and pulled the trigger at the person. Nothing but the click came from the gun and Gregor opened his eyes. Standing above him was Ghost holding his magazine for his handgun.

"Good thing I took this out before I tried waking you." Ghost said, shoving the gun aside. "Wake up sleepy head. It's midnight." Ghost set the magazine clip on the nightstand and walked out the door.

Gregor rubbed his eyes and placed the clip back in his gun. He stood up and put on all-black clothes that he was assigned. He saw that all the equipment that was in his room were cleared out also.

"Damn, I sleep too heavily!" Gregor said to himself, scratching his head. He hid the gun under his shirt and walked out the door. He examined the room, feeling as if he was leaving a part of him there. Turning off the light, Gregor shut the door to the room and locked the door.

Gregor walked down the stairs and saw the receptionist asleep on the desk, drool pooling around her cheek. Rand was looking at her trying not to burst out laughing. Drake was just shaking his head, smiling. He saw Gregor and gestured him to follow. With Rand following them, the two of them stepped outside where Alan was smoking.

"I thought you said you were gonna wake me up commander. Not Ghost." Gregor teased.

"Shut up, I was hungry. Besides, she wakes up too early." Drake said with a yawn. "Get in the trucks, we were already all packed up when you finally decided to wake up." Gregor shrugged and got into the truck with Alan sitting in the front, the cigarrette still hung in his mouth.

The truck began moving to Central Park, getting there in only five minutes. While still inside the trucks, everyone(except the drivers) began to put on equipment. Ammo pouches, guns, and night-vision goggles were put on Gregor.

Waiting until no one was in sight, the team walked out of the trucks and snuck to the stone slab. Drake tried to push the rock aside, but it was completely sealed shut from ice.

"Place some mini-explosives around the edges. It'll be enough to blow off the sides and not cause any attention." Drake explained. Michael got out about five of them from his back pouch and placed them along the edges of the stone.

"Do it!" Drake ordered. Michael clicked the detonator and the explosives burst with surprisingly little sound. The edges crumbled off and Alan pushed the stone to the side. "Alright good work Michael. Drystan and Rand, go and get the supplies while we get Michael geared up for reconnaissance."

The two grumbled and walked away while Gregor began to study the tunnels. As the document on the computer said, there was a large hole at the end of one. He got out a glow-stick and cracked it on, throwing it down the hole. It took about 8 seconds to hit the bottom, indicating that the hole fell quite a large distance.

"Hey Drake, how much rope do we have in feet?" Gregor called down the tunnels, his voice echoing on the cement walls.

"About eighty feet per rope with four ropes. Why?" Drake called back.

"The drop is easily over one hundred fifty feet. I dropped a glow-stick and it fell eight seconds before hitting the bottom!" Gregor explained. "All I know for sure is that we'll need to tie the ropes together and have us rappel down one at a time."

"Got it. Ghost, get to work on it while I set up the computers." Drake answered. Gregor headed back to his commander where everyone was attaching cameras to their heads. They were to help Drake keep track of us and see where each member was heading.

Gregor placed a camera on his head and was handed a sniper rifle from Akane. He placed the rifle on his back and walked to Drake.

"We're gonna send you guys down now, get ready and meet us at the hole!" announced Drake. "Me and Akane will be observing you while you carry out your assignments. Michael is already down the hole and scouting the place. Go!"

Gregor hooked the sniper rifle onto his back and followed the rest of the group down the tunnels. Drystan went down first followed by Ghost, who gave Rand a hug before rappelling down.

"Good luck." Gregor said, patting Rand on the back. Rang gave a smile and a brief nod before he repelled down. Gregor waited until Rand was in position.

"Alright Gregor, go down now." Drake said from his radio. "Michael will tell you were to go."

Gregor grabbed on the rope and rappelled down, his feet hitting the ground. He turned on his night vision goggles and studies his position. Rocks surrounded him in a cavern.

"Michael, where is everyone located?" Gregor asked in his radio.

"Up on cliffs. Follow the path on the left, you need to see this!" Michael replied. Gregor pulled out his rifle and walked down the rocky path. He saw an opening and went towards it, his gun readied. A lit city was in the middle of an extremely large clearing with wall surrounding it. The city seemed to be completely stone and was sculptured beautifully.

"Hey Fox! Up here!" called a voice quietly. Gregor turned his head and saw Alan and Rand on top of a cliff that over-looked the city. "This is an excellent sniping spot!" They tossed down a rope for him to climb.

Gregor clipped himself onto the rope and started to go up. The strap of his goggles loosened and slid off. He tried to grab them, but found nothing but air. The goggles fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

"Shit!" Gregor cursed.

"What happened?" Rand asked somewhere up above.

"My night vision goggles fell off my head. They're broke now, crap!" Gregor said frustrated. A cloud of dust, that was formed by the goggles hitting the ground, covered Gregor. He coughed, and for a split second, the whole cavern lit up. He gasped and lost his grip, but was still on the rope because of the clip.

"What the hell?" Gregor yelled in confusion.

"What now?" Alan called.

"The whole damn cavern just lit up! You didn't see it?" A long, eerie silence followed.

"What are you talking about?" Alan finally said, his voice filled in confusion. "The place is still pitch black except for the city."

Gregor furrowed his brow and scratched his head. Did he just imagine it? Maybe. He climbed up the rest of the rope, tripped over Rand and Alan's sniper positions, and layed down at his own.

A few minutes rolled by before Drake's voice came over the intercom. "Alright ladies, you are all above the city named 'Regalia'. Fox, you take out their leader while the rest take out sentry guards. The leader is in the tallest building at the highest point, it's where she eats. Look for her at the head of the table. Out."

"Damn. I wonder who even got this information." Alan whispered.

"Yeah." Gregor said. He saw the building and quickly identified the target at the head of a table. The table was piled with all sorts of foods and people were gathered around, eating and laughing.

Gregor aimed at the girl and studied his target. A woman, in her late 20's maybe was sitting on a throne wearing formal clothes. A large gold crown was placed on her head.

A wave of nausea flushed into him, just like that time at the apartment buildings. Out of his queasiness, his finger pulled the trigger. The bullet soared to the building, threw the opening of the building, and came a few inches of the woman's head.

The woman jumped up and looked out of the opening. She looked at the bullet-hole, stared out the window, and pointed a finger directly at Gregor's spot. He stood up and something whizzed by his leg. He turned and saw the thing sticking in the rock beside him. He pulled it out and saw it was an arrow.

"Shit! Get down!" Gregor cried to Rand and Alan. His response was a terrible cry and a gurgling sound. He turned and saw the silhouetted outline of Alan standing erect with about five arrows dug into his chest.

"Alan!" Rand yelled. Alan staggered back and fell of the cliff, his body smashing on the ground from the 50-foot drop.

"Alan's down!" Rand called frantically into his radio. "We've been compromised! I repeat, we have been-!" Rand got cut off as a man wearing armor from head-to-toe knocked him out with the butt of a sword.

Gregor aimed his rifle and the man and shot. The bullet ricocheted off the armor and the man began to run towards him. Gregor pulled out his knife and stabbed the man in between the armor plating. The man fell to the ground with the knife lodged into his stomach.

Gregor kneeled beside Rand and checked his pulse. It was a bit slow, but it was beating.

"Me and Ghost are falling back to the extraction point! Let's go!" said Drystan on the radio. "Damnit! Michael's dead! Get going Fox, you're gonna get left behind!"

"Affirmative. Rand unconscious, but I'm gonna get him out!" Gregor responded. As soon as he picked up Rand, something hit Gregor in the temple. He collapsed to the ground, unable to move and his vision blurring.

"Get him to the dungeon and secure his possessions." barked a rather familiar voice.

"Of course sir." said another voice. Gregor felt himself being lifted, then darkness fell over his eyes.