A/N) Bit of a filler chapter. No real action except on the mission. Now you're wondering what mission. I've said too much, read to find out
Aionion, after changing into his new set of clothes, began the walk to Malcom's office for a mission. On the way there, Aionion would walk right down the middle of the hall and the people would scatter. They knew who he was, even if he changed clothes. He was the tallest person in the entire building, how could you miss him?
This ostracism upset Aionion, but it was better than being hated. He ignored them the rest of the way and internally sighed once the door to Malcom's office shut. Remembering whose room he was in, Aionion stood and readjusted the cloth around his neck and face. Malcom looked up once from his desk to see who entered his office, but quickly returned to typing.
Aionion sat in the chair across from Malcom's desk and patiently waited for his next mission. Around six minutes of staring at a speck of dust on Malcom's desk, Malcom printed off a few papers and slid them across the table to Aionion. Aionion perused the documents before shutting them.
Aionion stood from his chair and left Malcom's office with the papers in hand. Aionion walked back to his room and grabbed the gauntlets of his metal suit. He slid them on underneath the coats sleeves and hid some extra rounds in the pockets that lined the inside of his coat. Aionion looked towards his scythe before shaking his head.
On a stealth mission like this, he couldn't carry large weapons. So he left his scythe on his bed, along with the rest of his armor. He turned to leave and shut the door behind him. He saw the man with the grey hair with a cane staring at his room in deep thought but thought nothing of it and went to the hangar.
He grabbed onto a ship as it took off and hitched a free ride to an airport in Vale. From there he switched to a ship that was heading towards Mistral.
It was a long journey, almost twelve hours, but Aionion had slept to save some energy for the long mission this posed. There were no leads, except for a small mentioning of a drug ring that was active there.
This didn't help Aionion much but it was better than nothing. As the plane was landing, Aionion was jolted from his sleep as the plane bounced. He looked outside the window he sat next to and saw that they had arrived. Aionion stood and almost fell after the plane came to a stop but kept himself grounded with his semblance.
Aionion stepped off the plane into the blistering sunlight that was Mistral. As his eyes adjusted, Aionion watched as people shivered, unused to the cold. Aionion was cold too, but he had been in a desert for a while. So he brushed off their misfortune and continued on his way. As Aionion left the airfields, he felt something cold and wet touch his face. He looked up and saw that small, white objects were falling on him. He tried to brush them away but they continued to pile up on his goggles and clothing.
One of the Mistralians who lived there noticed his plight and chuckled before saying, "You're not from around here are you? You've never seen snow before?! What did you live in a desert?"
The rapid fire questions threw Aionion off but he shook his head at the first two then nodded at the third. This in turn threw the native off but he shrugged it off and chuckled. The man chuckled once again before going on his merry way, to do whatever the people here did.
Despite the odd conversation, Aionion kept an eye out for any suspicious activity that could lead him to the drug ring. He hadn't seen any yet, but they could slip up at any time.
Aionion went to the nearest bar to eavesdrop on any conversations that might direct him to them. To blend in, Aionion bought the least alcoholic beverage they had and went to sit near the door.
Aionion spent half of the day in the bar but none of the individual conversations gave any hints. Just as Aionion was about to leave, two grown men slammed the door open and walked up to the bar.
The two began a quiet conversation and Aionion moved closer to the bar to eavesdrop.
"Where is Mikael? He should have been here twenty minutes ago." This intrigued Aionion and he slid closer to hear the conversation better.
"I don't know maybe he was forced to go outside and smoke. You know how much he likes to test the product before it's sold."
Aionion, having heard what he needed to, Aionion stood from his table and walked to the bar. He pretended to stumble and put his hands out to catch himself. He grabbed hold of the first man and attached a micro tracker onto his coat.
The man pushed him off and shouted, "Get off imbecile!" Aionion stumbled towards the old, wooden door and opened it without looking back.
Aionion left the bar and began the short walk to a nearby hotel. After entering his room he locked the door and grabbed the scroll he kept in his coat.
He inserted the data drive with the tracking system on it into the scroll. He opened the scroll and opened the tracking program. It showed a view of the terrain, white lanes that were streets, and a small blue dot that was moving.
Aionion had to hand it to the man. Anyone following him would have been lost with the unfamiliar streets, large crowds, and all the switchbacks the man made.
The man finally stopped two miles outside of the town. It was surrounded by woods so Aionion had to investigate manually. Aionion shut the scroll once he wrote down the coordinates the man stopped at.
Aionion took his coat off and laid it on a chair that was in the room with him. As Aionion laid down on the bed, he got a clearer look around him. There was the bathroom, a closet next to the door and across from the bathroom, a small desk with a chair and Aionion's coat, and the bed he lay on.
Aionion went to sleep but woke up late in the night. Curious, he rearranged his pillows into his form, grabbed his gauntlets that were on the desk, and hid in the closet.
The intruder paused hearing movement. When there was no more, they continued picking the lock. Once the door was unlocked, the would-be assassin pushed the door open and crept into the room.
Aionion, looking through the crack in between the doors, saw the glint of a knife as the assassin passed his hiding spot. The assassin paused at the bed and slowly rose from the crouch they were in.
They raised the knife over their head and brought it down upon the bed. When the knife felt no resistance, they stumbled and Aionion leapt from the closet and barreled down upon the hired assassin.
They hit the floor and the assassin released the knife upon impact with the floor. Aionion kicked the knife away but fell as the assassin spun on the floor and tripped Aionion. Aionion fell but spun so he could roll in case they had the knife.
As he rolled out of the way, the assassin landed after trying to axe kick him. Aionion stood back up and ran at the assassin. Aionion punched the assassin and their mask fell off revealing it to be a woman who tried to kill him.
The woman stood and ran at Aionion, determined to kill him. Aionion loaded the gauntlets and punched the assassin as she rushed at him. The shotgun fired, launching her with enough strength to crack the wall severely, but no enough to break completely through the armor she had.
She stood and grabbed the knife she conveniently landed next to and got into a defensive stance. Aionion ran at the woman and faked a punch and tackled her.
Their impact broke through the wall and they began the 30 foot fall to the bottom. Aionion, panicking and unable to use his semblance because he used so much to brace for the impacts, grabbed at multiple ledges that were nearby.
These attempts at saving himself just put more and more pressure on his left shoulder blade until it was hanging limply and useless as he fell.
Then Aionion looked down. There was a sharp, dark blue rock that glowed slightly that was speeding towards him. Aionion angled his body so his completely senseless left arm was at the rock.
Then he hit the rock and ground. Hard. Almost completely torn off, his shoulder hung limply by a small tendon. There was blood everywhere, and the rest of his body was in a deep crater.
Aionion watched as his vision began to fade to black even as people began to scream for help. He thought of Dantos, however weird their friendship was, he was someone he could call a friend. Kate, the ridiculously smart girl who helped him use his semblance. Eric, who taught him how to survive and fight.
Aionion finally passed out from blood loss, not noticing that the rock had attached itself to his arm and was forming itself into an arm, shoulder, and hand. This new appendage became more transparent then darkened into a dark blue.
The rapid changes in his arm caused Aionion to begin to sweat and his body was began to become hot to the touch. Aionion knew of none of this as he was still unconscious.
