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Chapter Ten
Playing Blackjack
-Right after I told Bayonet what happened I spent the next couple of hours getting the shit beat out of me. So that wasn't fun at all. Then we spent another two weeks training again. Bitch likes hitting me.-
Fang was in the training room again with his sister. The lesson plan that day was definitely different since Bayonet had a new trick up her sleeve. Today's lesson would involve a little bit more close up encounters than Fang would anticipate. Both of the weasel siblings stood a couple yards away from each other and eyed one another carefully as they both hefted two pistols. There was a sly smirk on the Gunner's face as she stared at her brother deviously.
-Oh god, what the fuck is she planning?-
"Alright Nacky, today's a change in lesson plans." she stated with a devious tone before holstering her weapons. Bayonet then reached behind her and unsheathed a long machete. –Holy shit!- "Get ready bro." she said evilly before charging Fang.
The only thing that popped into the Sniper's head was the one that he always did in these sort of situations. –Fucking shoot!-
In a split second, Fang twirled his two pistols around on his index finger before aiming at his sister and firing rapidly. Loud gunshots could be heard as the Sniper pulled the trigger more times than he could count. Bullets soared through the air at breakneck speeds but Bayonet managed to shift her position during her charge to avoid all of the bullets. There was only a couple more feet separating the two siblings and Bayonet slid across the ground to close the gap before bringing her machete in a left to right horizontal swing.
-Damn!- Fang closed his eyes, preparing himself to be cut into little pieces.
It felt like total déjà vu as Fang heard the sound of metal hitting metal. The Sniper then opened his eyes to see that he had raised his right hand so that Bayonet's machete hit the barrel of his pistol. –Just like that time when I was fighting Espio.- Fang was dumbfounded since he had no idea how he was doing it. He then looked at his sister to see that she was equally as shocked.
Bayonet quickly shook it off before withdrawing her machete and trying again by twirling around and switching the machete around so that it was facing downwards. She then attempted to impale his brother with the tip of the blade but her brother quickly brought his other pistol up so that it hit the metal of its barrel.
She struggled to pushed the machete closer to Fang's face. "How the hell are you doing that!" she barked agitatedly.
Fang couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "To tell you the truth, I have no idea." he said. –But it's still pretty fucking badass.-
His sister growled again before withdrawing her machete again. She then unleashed a barrage of swift cuts onto Fang but found that getting them to land was harder than she had expected. Fang managed to raise his pistols so that every time that the blade came close to him it was deflected by the barrel of his guns. As time progressed Bayonet got more and more agitated and started to put so much effort into her slashing that sparks flew when her machete made contact with the pistols.
A large smile formed on Fang's face as he continued deflecting his sister's attacks. -Heh, this is pretty cool!- He deflected another slash before starting to get curious. –Hmmmm, I wonder.-
Another slash quickly came his way and Fang deflected it with ease with his right pistol. To change it up however, he raised his left pistol right at his sister's face. Bayonet wasn't as stupid as he thought she was though and right as the corsairs of his pistol aligned with his sister's head, the Gunner already had one of her pistols out and aimed at his head as well.
Both of them were left panting after the little exercise and Bayonet was still pissed.
"Alright, I think I have an idea of how you're doing that." she said, lowering her weapon and holstering it, sweat starting to roll down her forehead.
"Really?" asked Fang before holstering his weapon, his brow equally as sweaty. –If she says that we're all a part of some big computer program or some shit, I will fucking hit her.-
Before he could get an answer, Bayonet walked over to the far wall of the training room and picked up a bottle of water from the fridge that was there. She quickly unscrewed the top before chugging down some water. Fang just sighed before following her and getting a drink himself. –Damn, there's only water in this fridge, where the hell's the Blue Rhino energy drinks? Gah, fuck it.- The Sniper then began sipping greedily from the bottle before releasing a pleased sigh.
"You've been hanging around too many dipshits." said Bayonet out of nowhere with a straight face. –You bitch!-
Fang raised an eyebrow at her sudden statement. "How's that?" he asked curiously.
Bayonet placed her water bottle on top of the fridge before sighing. "Well, so far you've never hung around people like Bark, Bean and I." she said. "Before, you just went to bars and killed people that don't even make a difference in day to day life." –True that.- "But now," she said before taking out one of her pistols. "You're hanging around people who have a bit of control over their Chaos Energy." she said.
"Chaos what-now?" asked Fang, lost in translation.
"Exactly." she said before walking back into the middle of the training room before Fang followed after her. "Chaos Energy is a sort of energy all beings have, some more than others like Sonic and all those douche bag heroes." she explained before twirling her pistol around on her index finger. "The energy in you was always blocked since you've never really had to use it, hence why you always kill little shits." said Bayonet with a shrug.
"I'm still not following you." said Fang, still confused.
She sighed. "You've never actually had to unlock the energy inside you, you fucking shitwit!" barked the Gunner before aiming her pistol at Fang's head.
-Oh shit!-
Without warning she pulled the trigger.
Everything in Fang's mind just went blank for a second since his top priority was to just survive. Time seemed to slow around Fang as he saw the bullet approaching him and a split second later Fang just took a step to the side as the bullet just soared past him. –Woah, trippy.- After that, time seemed to speed up back to normal as the bullet hit the wall behind Fang.
A smile formed across Bayonet's face. "And that, is what good assassins call the Warp Counter." she stated.
-Warp . . . Counter?-
Before Fang could even ask what it was Bayonet began explaining. "It's an ability that allows the person to increase his senses to the point where he can avoid bullets, rockets and other things like that on relfex." said his sister. "Really hard to control but very useful." shrugged the Gunner.
Fang laughed a bit. "Cool." he said. –Just like that movie Animatrix or Unwanted.-
"And that's just the tip of the iceberg for Chaos Energy based attacks. Now I can't really teach you any attacks since each attack is special for each person, but hey you might make something that might be barely passable as a attack." giggled Bayonet before taking her two pistols out. "Now let's push you to your limits!" she yelled.
Fang then took his two pistols out as well before smirking. –I am going to make the most badass move there is and sooner or later, I will fucking kill Sonic the Hedgehog.-
x
Two Days Later
-Oh god. My body! The pain! The unrelenting, agonizing pain! Ever since she found that I have this Chaos Energy shit, she's been working me like a dog. Oh god, I . . . I can't feel my pancreas.-
Fang was in his room, slumped onto his bed after a long day of training with his sadistic sister. Since he had some time to decorate his room it was now a dark purple color with white vertical striped on them. –Bitch made me paint this shit myself.- Posters of women –Lots of women.- covered the walls along with a big lamp and desk that had a computer on it. His bed had plain white sheets on it since Fang didn't have the creativity to get new sheets since it didn't matter much to him anyways.
The Sniper was close to just passing out, but the burning pain in his muscles stopped that. –It's like my body is on fire!-
Suddenly the door slid open and his sister walked in without any warning whatsoever. –No! Please not her!-
"Hey!" she yelled before taking one of Fang's pillows and hitting him with it. –Thankfully it's just a damn pillow.- "Get the hell up! We've got briefing today!" she said before hitting him over the head with a pillow again. Bayonet then threw the pillow on top of Fang before leaving back to the briefing the room.
After hearing the door slide shut, Fang sighed. -Wooh, good, no more abuse.- Fang then started to shift position but every part of his body started to ache. –Fuck!- Despite the agonizing pain that was coursing through the weasel's entire body, he managed to get off of his bed and into the briefing room. –After thirty fucking minutes.- Bayonet was the only one in the room and the holo-table was lit up with a three dimensional picture of Mobius floating above it.
"Took your damn time didn'tya?" she asked tapping her foot with an evil smile on her face since she did know that she was tiring Fang out.
"Oh shut up." muttered Fang tiredly before making his way over to the table. "So what do I got this time? Shape shifting spies? Gas mask wearing pyros?" he asked. –I feel like I've seen those things somewhere.-
"Nope." replied his sister briskly before hitting a button on the table.
The picture of Mobius changed and floating above the table was a female white cat with brown eyes, long white hair reaching her shoulders and a peach muzzle. She wore a white lab coat over a black bulletproof vest that seemed to form over her bosom, camouflage pattern pants, black army boots and a pair of large circular glasses. –This chick is an assassin? Wow.- Rotating underneath the cat was an foggy black and white picture of a slim figure standing over a bunch of burnt up cars and bodies. –The hell?-
"Anyways, name's Mia Plotsot." said Bayonet as she stared at the hologram in a nonchalant manner. "Age 23," –That's how old I am, heh, wait, why does that matter?- "Weird thing here is that it doesn't necessarily say what her position is in the C.A.R.D. lineup but she does have a lot of degrees in science and mechanics so I'm guessing she's some sort of engineer." explained Bayonet before the blurry picture below Mia was enlarged. "This picture is the only clue we have on how she fights, seems like she's a sort of close combat fighter." said the Gunner. –Close combat? Her? Weird.- "Says she out in New York somewhere since it's her hometown."
Fang shrugged. "So who am I working with for this one? Bean? Bark?" –Oh god, please not you again.-
Hearing the question made Bayonet sigh. "Well, funny thing about that," she said before scratching the back of her head and blushing a bit. "You're going to be working with an old friend of mine."
He raised an eyebrow after hearing the statement. –Old friend?-
She then looked at her watch. "He should be here by now actually." she said before the sound of footsteps could be heard outside.
"Wow! This place looks like an asylum! With all the white walls and hallways!" said a voice within the hallway, not really addressing anyone. –Is this guy talking to himself?- "Wooh! And wouldya look at that? They've got a microwave! Wonder if they've got any extra spatulas around, I do need one to flip my burgers. Ooh! And forks . . . definitely needs me some forks." said the voice to himself before the sound of more footsteps filled the air again. The door slid open with a mechanical hiss. "Oh! Hey there! Nicky!"
A black and brown Doberman walked into the room. He had black fur, a dark brown muzzle, dark green eyes and perked up black ears with brown inlaying fur. He wore a tight fitting black t-shirt, fingerless black gloves, pastel brown cargo pants, a black leather belt with a shiny three leafed clover –Or club from playing card terms- for a belt buckle and tightly laced boots. There was a happy smile on the doberman's face that made him look a bit overly excited.
He walked over to Bayonet who he had casually called her by her real name and hugged her. "Great to see you again!" he said before looking over at Fang. "And look! You managed to make a male copy of yourself!" he said happily like it was totally normal. –Is this guy fucking serious?-
Bayonet giggled. "Fang this is my friend, Ryu Kaynon the Doberman. Ryu this is my idiot brother, Fang the Sniper." she said as she introduced the two.
Ryu walked over to Fang and shook his hand violently. "Hi there! Ryu Kaynon the craziest fucking assassin you'll ever meet! Nice to meet you!" said the Doberman enthusiastically. –Crazier than Bean?-
"So I'm going to be working with you?" asked Fang curiously, not really believing it.
"Yep! My teammates are out on their own missions so guess I'm doing a bit of a merger with you!" he said cheerily before placing his hands in his pockets, but still with a smile on his face. –Team?-
"Yeah, Ryu here is the leader of Team Blackjack, another team of assassins that I sometimes work with. He and I are battling it out to take the number one spot for being the deadliest assassin." said Bayonet, answering Fang's mental question.
"Heh, we could always kill each other Nicky, but that'd make things a bit boring don'tcha think?" asked Ryu with a sly smile.
Fang nodded in understanding. –Damn, there must be one fuck ton of assassins out there if I've never heard of this guy.- Fang couldn't help but smile though, Ryu seemed like a good guy, despite having the self-proclaimed title of being the craziest assassin in the world. The Sniper just hoped that Ryu wasn't crazy to the point where he'd be willing to blow himself up.
Ryu suddenly patted Fang on the back. "Alrighty then! Well, get your shit ready and meet me at theeeeeee- hmmmmmm, wellllll, let's see here," trailed off Ryu as he tried to think of a place. "Well, I'm technically banned from the Seniors Citizen Center because of that mishap with the oxygen tanks and bullets, not the school since that car accident- more of a car slaughter," the Doberman continued to think about and muttered something about a fire department and ironically a flamethrower. "I got it!" said Ryu coming to a conclusion. "Meet me at the Drive-In Theater on Bentham Drive! I haven't been banned from that place yet!" he said excitedly. –Yet?-
"Ummmm, ooookay." replied Fang feeling a bit awkward since Ryu seemed to do a lot of random crap that'd get him banned from a lot of public places. –What the hell does this guy do in his spare time?-
The Doberman then let go of Ryu. "Oh! Well, I've gotta get going!" he said before walking towards the door. "I've got get my weapons ready and shine my knives! Ooh! I've also got the season finale of that mystery, thriller, drama series 'Stranded' with all those people stuck on an island for like eight seasons!" said Ryu before finally exiting the room.
Once he was gone, Fang just turned to Bayonet who seemed to be staring at the door dreamily. "You like him or something?" Fang asked.
Bayonet then snapped out of it before turning to face Fang with a pissed look on her face. "No!" she said before throwing a book at his head. –Ouch!- "Just get your damn shit ready!" she then ordered.
G.U.N. Communicator Call # 500213
"The short idiot is dead." said a calm, voice over the communicator.
"Rios is dead!" guffawed a gruff Scottish voice in total shock on the other line.
"Yes, he was taken out a couple weeks ago." replied a stern voice with a hint of sadness.
"We should find the bastard and gut him!" roared the Scottish voice angrily, jumping to conclusions.
"Calm down, calm down, we know who it is but our first team failed at taking him in so we're taking the necessary steps to take him down." said the stern voice. "Besides, we can't be seen killing in public, it'd ruin our cover."
"Gah, then who'dya get to kill the bugger?" asked the Scot.
"Still looking, we'll find someone though," said the voice before the sound of someone getting out of his chair was heard. "We've gotten word that this Fang the Sniper is aiming for all of us so keep you head low damn it." ordered the voice.
"Aye, you just give me a call when you need me to take him out myself." chuckled the Scot.
"You got it, oh and regarding the kid." said the stern voice.
"What about him? If it's an order to send him back to that hellhole cage they call a room then you can forget it!" replied the Scot angrily, willing to defend this 'kid.'
"No, no, no, I'm on your side on this. I'm just wondering how he's doing. We've all read his files, we all know that damn hell he's been put through." said the stern voice, now sounding a bit more worried.
"Oh then in any case, the lad's shaky as hell. Won't eat unless instructed, doesn't speak unless spoken to. Hell, lad's too scared to even make eye contact with anyone. It's a sad sight and it makes me wonder what kind of fucked up government we work for." said the Scot sound saddened by the thought.
"What's he doing now?" asked the other person curiously.
"Not like you've gotta ask. He's doing what he does every day." replied the Scot dismally.
The other person could be heard sighing since he knew what the Scot was talking about. "Just . . . take care of the kid. I know he's strong and all, but with his rapport and everything's he's been through I just can't let him die like that." said the person.
"Aye, you've got it. You just make sure that this Fang pissant is dead." replied the Scot.
"You got it, see ya." said the other person on the line before the call ended.
G.U.N. Base, D.C. Branch
A tall Bengal Tiger released an exhausted sigh as he sat in his office. It was large and the walls were colored a crimson color with tall book cases filled with texts that he had already read. The tiger had the normal orange and black fur color with a white muzzle and amber eyes. He wore a black tanktop since he had taken off his General's coat and hung it up on the coat rack. After hearing that there were assassins looking for himself and his teammates worried him and the news of Rios's death was shocking since he knew that he was strong. Propped up on the corner of the tiger's desk was a picture frame with all of his teammates on it. He picked it up and stared at it. All of them were there, Rios, the white cat Mia, himself, his other teammates even this 'kid' that he was talking about with the 'Scot.' Everyone looked happy in the picture except for the 'kid' since it was a day out for them and not some military drill.
To the tiger, his team was his family and he would be willing to do whatever he could to defend them.
"Sir." stated a newcomer as walked in, revealing himself as a human. There were numerous folders in his hand all with different names on them. "I've got that list you wanted." said the human soldier.
"Thank you." said the tiger before taking the folder. The soldier then left leaving the tiger with the new information that he needed. He then opened it to see numerous photos in it. People he could call up to take out Fang. "Now let's see here, which one of you can take him out?"
So much explained here! Fang's unlocked his stowed away Chaos Energy, can he control it? What is Bayonet's relationship with Ryu? Who's the kid? Who will the tiger hire to kill Fang? And will Ryu watch his episode of a TV series I parodied off of?
Heh, please review!