A/N: Sorry I took so long to write this chapter 13, But give you the long chapter due Christmas week and has enough free time to write another chapter. My family is on Christmas vacation while I am at home with my grandma and grandpa. By the way, I know that part of bottom chapter need to have some grammar check but would do that in future.
Time to answer some of your questions that I can give, hope it would answer your questions
Destiny Vain: I think they would conquer the world by making them surrender by fear and show of force with little or no bloodshed at all. but I would take that small idea of you.
Cooking samurai: I think Artemis was the strong independent woman at one time but when she meet Orion, you know what I mean if when you read the Greek mythology about them and there also like so many different version of the story. Atalanta would possibly be mortified and disappointed when she meets Artemis.
Hyper Megasonic 26: That is really good ideas, I use those ideas in future but do not expect Benjamin to welcome the main characters because he would be possibly scared of any Magus who would come after him and would try figure out who is he.
In his view of the Magus are not a human being at all who may commit many horrendous crimes and would think that He would be a legitimate threat to them, they would use the Holy Grail to reach the Root of all things and kill him as a witness to supernatural events. The Holy Church would possibly do the same to him and would feel the need to keep it from falling into the wrong hands or take it if they had a chance, their faith is very shallow or zealot in their faith and wishing to destroy all heretical knowledge.
Officer Fizano was on the elevator with three of his men, as they were waiting for the slow elevator to go up. One of police officers chose to say something to Officer Fizano, not like he would care about it.
"So.. any ideas what we are fighting against?" the police officer (3) asked Officer Fizano, but before he had a chance to respond back to the question, another police officer (2) interjected his answer first.
"I think we are fighting against Special forces or Super soldiers," one of them guessed. "I mean, did you guys see that big ass ship hovering over the top of the history museum and see four people jumping out of the ship into four stories deep without injuring themselves?" They nodded their heads in agreement. "Those suspects have to be some kind of super soldier, equipped with some of the new, experimental technology that has never existed before!" He speculated that it was actually possible within the last ten years, and given current technology it was, even more, possible now.
The question was, is it probable? He thought about right now and if he could be anywhere close to correct. The U.S government was coming up with all sorts of newfangled weird shit all the time-genetically-engineered viruses to use deadly bio-weapons, robotics that was so advanced, they were almost human...what in God's name had they come up with this time? Assuming, of course, that was what this was all about.
It seemed like a wild theory, but maybe it made sense.
"Let's face it, we are facing four unknowns who may or may not be people who have some kind of new especially improved technologies that can destroy us in a matter of minutes," said another police officer (1), who gave him a look that said 'are you kidding me.' "Why... are we going after these guys who can blow our asses to kingdom high?"
Who the hell are they anyway? And who the heck funded those technologies and the ship? Because it looks like they cost a lot of money to build those things.
Had some kind of top-secret government experiment gone awry? And who was loose with some top-secret governmental hardware? Maybe it was some clandestine governmental group that was so secret nobody had even heard of it. He'd heard rumors about things like that. Secret government assassination bureaus that didn't exist anywhere on paper, that were funded through elaborate blinds, with operatives who didn't have to answer to any rules or regulations.
The police officer (2) replied back with a straight face, "I am not sure why we went straight ahead to the history museum but let's hope that they have any sign that they could be from the U.S government or a foreign government." He turned his head to the police officer (3) and asked the same question, "What about your opinion? Any guesses as to who they are?"
The police officer (3) responded, "Aliens?" He conjectured that this thing had been brewing for ten years. After all those crazy stories in the supermarket tabloids about UFO visitations, federal authorities having captured flying saucers and keeping them stashed away in heavily-guarded hangars on military bases, and scientists studying frozen alien corpses in top-secret laboratories, the truth could turn out to be just as wild.
He thought of the detailed investigation of every single report of UFO and alien sightings, stories that had always been dismissed before as the lunatic ravings of eccentrics or desperate bids for attention by pathetic, neurotic individuals.
But in the face of this new and incontrovertible event, those stories could no longer be dismissed. He wondered how much they really knew. How much had they managed to learn over a period of ten years? And the fact that they have been able to keep the knowledge secret for so long...it has got to be the most momentous discovery in human history.
"What about you, Fizano?" said the police officer (1) "Any guesses who the hell they are?"
Officer Fizano thought for a few minutes and then answered the question, "I think they are Superheroes."
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"Really, Fizano? Superheroes is all you can guess?" said the police officer (1), sighing wearily. "I think you mean non-superheroes with martial arts and bodies in peak physical conditions."
He thought as he pursed his lips, "You remember that martial arts freak a few years back?" he said, "Went psycho in that bar on South Main." They all remembered that scene and nodded. "Oh good, I'll admit that guy had gone postal and was very dangerous." He thought for a moment and then proceeded, "Killed eight people with his bare hands before we could take him down."
"And somebody with that degree of skill, maybe a knife or sword specialist, could be in this very museum," he said. "My guess is we've got a very skilled martial arts psycho there inside the history museum, waiting to pound us when we get out of the elevator." He then grimaced, "Maybe we should put them on the payroll...that would make our jobs much, much easier."
The three police officers laughed at that joke before their radios spoke out loud. "All units! All units! This is Detective Augustus reporting in. I have a lot of officers down in the main room and we have identified two of the main suspects!" The three police officers and Officer Fizano concentrated closely on their radios. "The first suspect is a girl clad in a verdant green dress with long light brown hair with green tips, and the second suspect is a middle-aged man who was wearing Greek armor, longer green hair that's tied up in a ponytail, and knows Pankration-mixed martial arts!"
"They are both holding bow and arrows. Watch out, they are not human!" The radios shouted and were turned off. The four police officers looked at each other and thought Bow and arrows? Who the hell uses those weapons in this era?
The elevator slowly stopped and the four police officers pulled their guns. The elevator's door opened slowly and they stepped out, pointing their guns left and right, making sure the suspects were not ready to pounce on them.
Suddenly, Officer Fizano heard a noise from one of the doors. He waved his men to walk to the door. They stood next to the door and listened to what was happening on the other side of it...only for the door to blow off by a strong wind, which knocked two of the officers down to the ground.
They looked up in astonishment only to see a little girl staring at them. What was unusual about her was her long, wavy, snow white hair. It fell nearly to her knees in length, and, had it been straight, would most likely fall nearly to her ankles. Her bangs were neatly clipped and out of her eyes so that her view was not obstructed. Her delicate skin almost matched her hair in color, being quite fair, like the petals of a flower. Her eyes were a shade of pink in color, owing partly to her albino-like appearance.
Her clothing was something one might see in a very wealthy, very spoiled child. Her little dress was the perfect length and came down to just above her knees. It was layered with several layers of fluff and ruffles, puffing it out to substantial proportions. It was decorated with a forest of greenery and mushrooms that circled around the bottom. Over the top of her dress, she wore a short shall cover in black fur, blocking out any cold she might encounter. Her sleeves were also similar to this, black in color with black fur around the edges. Her hands were protected by delicate black gloves.
Upon her head rested a large hat with which she kept her head almost all the time. On either side of it were two large, black and pink bows, both enhancing her look and holding back a torrent of hair. Underneath her black dress was a hot pink slip, which barely poked out from under her skirt. Her legs were protected by matching pink leggings, which fit nicely into her jet black, latch shoes.
And best of all, she was holding a book with the title revealing Alice in WonderLand. The little girl looked at them with a curious face, while the two remaining police officers gaped at her as if she were an alien. There was another reason why they were so surprised about her...how on earth did she know they were here behind the door? The little girl raised one of her hands and shot what appeared to be an ice attack spell at them. The attack spell hit a police officer, who turned into an ice cube. Officer Fizano ducked under it and rolled to the side.
He was about to fire his gun at her in the nonlethal part of her body. Before he could fire it, though, the little girl was faster than him and gave him a quick physical strike on both of his hands. The force of her hit broke the inside of his bone and caused him to scream in pain. He gawked at the little girl in wonder. How could she crack his hands, when her feeble punches looked like she could not even harm a fly? The little girl used her book to smash the top of his head, which smashed his skull and caused him to fall to the floor. Then Alice giggled a bit after seeing Officer Fizano fall down like a sack of potatoes and twirl around the bodies of the police officers.
"Alice, can you please stop breaking people like toys?" Benjamin said, worried that Alice didn't see people or Magus as anything more than eventual toys meant to be broken along her way. Benjamin looked at the police officers who were on the ground and it looked to be worse than before. Talk about the overkill of them. Alice looked at Benjamin with a pouting face, which was supposed to be her angry face, but it only made her look adorable.
Benjamin did not buy that face. "Just do not kill any more police officers. I really, really do not want to go to prison for murder at all." Alice went back to the room and sat down, reading her book without a care in the world. He sighed with little success at all. "Oh great, I am treating her like my sister who is from a traditional poem or song."
Benjamin admired his black raincoat, which covered his whole body, and black cargo pants. He also had a hoodie that is big enough to conceal his face. Oh good thing that my clothes can conceal enough, so no one can take notice of what I look like. When he got home after this, he was going to disguise himself a bit more. Every time one of those servants decided to do something crazy enough, that could be huge news to the public.
Benjamin found that he had little chance of talking to any of those servants if they do anything crazy at all in the future. From the little amount that he knew about them, he knew that they like to go on adventures. Their idea of having fun was more like causing chaos in the city. That also drove him, even more, frustrated, like knowing how to hide their tracks after the events. It didn't help that his servant-in-crime partner was about as subtle as a lumbering elephant playing hide and seek in the middle of the jungle.
"Oh my F# k god, honestly why did I agree to this role again?" Benjamin asked himself. "Oh yeah, right. I had no say in my part and I am the guy who has to care for them." He said with a sigh that turned into a frown. "I have two Archers who both have Independent Action A, which could potentially be hard to control, a Caster who does not understand the value of human beings, a Lancer who takes the events so easily, and a Rider with a big ego and sees himself as a god." What could any worse than this event?
Benjamin kneeled down and looted the guns from the police officers. He picked the pistol and put it in his pocket, slowly taking hold of the pistol magazines to make sure that his fingerprints were not showing up in the magazines. He picked up six of them and placed them in his back pocket, then he grabbed the shotgun and checked if there were any shells inside of it. Benjamin walked back to the room and closed the door behind him, grabbing the bag which held many of the artifacts. He then hid behind a display case, waiting for Enkidu to come back with Atalanta and Chiron after fighting against the SWAT and Police members. He hoped that any of them were still alive after their one-sided battle against the servants.
Sergeant Jeffrey Smith was hoping that he was close to his target location, after the all of the doors looked the same and he had a hard time searching for the suspects' whereabouts. He still wondered what the hell they wanted in this history museum. From the information he got in the museum, there was nothing of value or anything that looked like it could make a substantial profit. What caused them to appear in the city and hover over the history museum? Then, blow the rooftop on it, which triggered most of the building pieces to launch in the sky. And when they landed, they destroyed some of the lands around the history museum. What kind of plan do they have in mind for this crazy occurrence which afforded no gain?
He was deep, deeply confused.
He listened to the radio on his shoulder to see what Detective Augustus had to say for a few minutes. He heard that a group of SWAT members and police officers were destroyed by two suspects armed with just bow and arrows. What kind of people use bows during a museum robbery in this modern era? The chance of using a bow and arrow would essentially be nonexistent because, from my knowledge, no one in the U.S. military uses bow and arrows anymore. Various unconventional forces under different branches can get specialized, non-standard weaponry, but he hadn't heard of anyone using a bow in the modern military since the WWII days and that event was even a pretty strange case. He still did not understand why they wouldn't just use crossbows. Not only was it more accurate and more lethal, but it was much easier to train the infantryman to use.
Who the hell are these people?
There was no way they could sneak inside the history museum, dispatch ten to fifty armed policemen and SWAT members, and with bows and arrows of all things. It was mind boggling that two suspects could do that all by themselves without breaking a sweat at all. That kind of stuff was impossible for everyone, even an agent of some foreign secret service with a lot of back-ups. In all honesty, Sergeant Jeffrey Smith didn't know who or what they were. There were too many questions and not a single answer in sight.
Then he stopped walking for a moment and listened to what appeared to be a noise in the hallway. He quickly hid behind a pillar and peeked at what was making that noise. It was getting closer and closer until the noise began to sound like footsteps, which were really soft. What happened next was the most unexpected person that he had ever seen before in his entire life. This person appeared too unremarkable to be called a suspect.
"A woman?"
"No, no, a man…? What is it….?"
The first thing to notice about this person was the face of the suspect seemed androgynous, yet it was definitely beautiful and elegant no matter which sex it belonged to.
"Wait… hold on… is this thing even human?" Sergeant Jeffrey thought about the suspect. The face of the suspect definitely looked human, but somehow, it also appeared inhuman in a way that could not be put into words. Was it because it was too perfect? It was not immediately apparent to the eye, but this person evoked a similar feeling in the observer as a mannequin or a puppet constructed by a puppet maker. In fact, the features were so smooth and perfectly symmetrical that it was slightly disturbing. An unnatural perfection that could only be artificial. Its hair was incredibly long and the color was as green as a bright forest.
What was, even more, bizarre about the person was the clothing was just a plain tunic that looked like its use continued primarily within a religious and uniform context. From head to toe, as much as he could see of the robe, it was not equipped with any items. His clothing did not look like anything valuable and there weren't any weapons or anything that could be dangerous to someone at all. It was still strange for one to appear completely barehanded during a museum robbery. Also, there was not a single scar or imperfection on the person's slight frame, his small appearance only able to reach Jeffrey Smith's chest
He briefly thought the suspect was a physical fighter that utilized its fists, but with a small body and appearance, he found that very hard to even believe that this person could even fight with just its fists. But why is my heart beating so hard from just staring at the suspect? Was it fear of this person's appearance, or the agitated presence that was around the person?
The suspect stopped running with its barefoot and stood there. One second passed and then the suspect turned its head towards where Sergeant Jeffrey Smith was hiding behind the pillar. All of a sudden Jeffrey Smith felt extremely uncomfortable. It was like the entire world was watching him, and the very air around him was pressing down on him. The suspect had a smile on its face.
"I know you are there. Come out from your hideout," said the suspect, with an androgynous and neutral voice. Sergeant Jeffrey Smith's eyes widened beneath his hat. That strange feeling was indescribable. How did the suspect know where he was? He was hidden very well behind the pillar, and the suspect knew where he was hiding. This did not make any sense at all. Who the hell is this person? It looked human, but at the same time it was not quite human, and it moved like it was an autonomous robot. He had no choice but to come out from his hideout.
He slowly walked towards the Suspect while point his gun at it to make sure that he would be caught off guard of the Suspect change at him with hit-and-run tactics. When he got close to the Suspect, he was full of caution of being stand right in front of the Suspect who still has that smile on its face and decide to ask a question.
"Who the hell are you" Sergeant Jeffrey ask with a hint of nervous tone. The Suspect was silent, its expression thoughtful as if debating whether or not to tell him of its name. After few moments, it smiled at him with a positive face that causes him to be alertness with that face.
"Unfortunate, I can not say my true name to you, my Master would get upset at me for saying something value information to you because we are not ready to reveal anything about us. The Suspect replies with an answer. Sergeant Jeffrey Smith raised his eyebrows. "Master?" This was the first time he'd heard that kind of word, why not said a simple word like the boss, leader, or sir? What kind of person uses that word to called their authority figure, in fact, who the hell is this mastermind behind this? is this person some kind of super soldier leader or mastermind.
"But I would give you a hint," said the Suspect with a smirk. "My class is Lancer and I was called the Chain of Heaven. Direct word without any pride of its name, like dismissed its own existence as if it was only natural. Sergeant Jeffrey Smith gives Lancer a curious stare. "Lancer?, It does not look like it was carrying a lance or spear at all, is it some kind of codename or military ranks and the Chain of Heaven? is it a nickname or a hint of its background?" Sergeant Jeffrey begins to grow uneasy at his thought, who the hell are they and how many of those inhuman forces are there in the group.
As Sergeant Jeffrey was about to begin speculation about who they are, Lancer turns its head to the hallway in which Jeffrey also turn his head to the same direction to what is its look at. To only see two figure runs towards them that are out of place in this era, a man of delicate features clad in leather armor which the style of his appearance was truly that of a bowman which looked like he steps out from an Ancient Greece period and a girl clad in verdant green dress with short skirt with cold, sharp eyes containing a beastly glint.
"Archer of Red and Archer of Black, you are back," Lancer said with a cheering voice. Sergeant Jeffrey Smith looked at two suspect that now has names, Black, and Red Archer what is which those name? do they belong in a special squad unit and how many are they in each one. "How was the fight against police force?"
The Archer of Red glaring with a suspicious look at Sergeant Jeffrey Smith which make him feeling like he was staring into the face of death itself, the presence they exuded, it was feeling of power that makes him cringe as they were more than human, above human. Whatever they are, it is enough to make him very uneasy to be around them. She stares at him for a few min before turning her head back to Lancer which always mean she does not take him as a threat to shoot at with her bow and arrow.
The Archer of Black respond back. "They were pretty good with their command." The Archer of Red also replies with the question too. "I found them as an annoying prey and do not feel like take them as a trophy at all."Sergeant Jeffrey Smith looked at them with surprise that how can they be so carefree at what they did. "Well, our Master called us back we are done finding what we can for." Lancer chuckled to itself. "It looked like we kind overstay our welcome here and we should hurry up now, let's get back to the ship now."
They both turn their head to stare at him which make feeling little too uncomfortable to be in the center of attention. "What should we do about you now?" ask Lancer. Archer of Red pulls her bow and point at him which the arrow was full of some kind of strange energy. Archer of Black gently held her wrist which causes her to lower the bow, the way that the two seemed to be so close seemed as if they were nearly a father and daughter relationship. "We should leave him alone, he is not worth the time," said the Archer of Black, in which all of them start runs at an inhuman speed that leave a breeze of the wind which blows in front of Jeffrey Smith's face.
It took a few sec for Sergeant Jeffrey Smith to realize that they have just run off to reach their ship, he begins to start running at where they were going. He was, even more, dumbstruck at how fast can they be and was get even more confused what do they mean"They find what they can for". Somehow they found what they were looking for and he was going to get the bottom of this.
As He approached a door which looked like it was blown off by a strong force, he found two unconscious police officer beneath the door and an officer frozen into an ice cube. "Was he hit by freezing gun?" He look around and saw Officer Fizano on the ground, rush to him and check his forehead which was bleed little. He grabbed his radio and called ambulances. "Thank god, Fizano is still alive." Sergeant Jeffrey Smith turns his head to the door and saw a hooded man was carrying a shotgun, stare at him and there was also the rest of the group with him. He was carrying a bag behind his back which holds some value in it.
"So this is the leader." Sergeant Jeffrey Smith studied him who wear a black raincoat and black cargo pants. Instinctively he pulled his gun and pointed it at him who still did not move at all, even Jeffrey know that his gun could not do any harm to him when he has comrade nearby. Lancer walked near to hooded man and grab him gently around the wrist, then spring into the air that defined gravity and land on the ship. Archer of Black and Red follow them and did the impossible leap on the ship too.
Sergeant Jeffrey Smith quickly runs forward and view from the hole that they made saw the ship fly through the skies with great speed that can easily outpace a modern jet. He keeps staring at the ship until it was too small to be seen, signed he reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette and light it. "Jesus," He muttered to himself softly, surely wanted to have a cigarette. In fact, he could go for a whole fucking pack. Things like these crazy events always made him want to do just that. He then heard multiple footsteps and turn around to see Detective Valerio and half of police officer walked to him.
"Sergeant Jeffrey are you alright? we got words from our boys that you have run inside the building." Detective Valerio asks and places his hand on Jeffrey's shoulder. "You ok Jeffrey, you looked like you saw something real bad?"
Sergeant Jeffrey answers back. "You would not believe what I have seen with my own eyes, I think that they are going to come back and this would not be the last time we see them." He rubs his forehead. "I think I had just run into a leader of the suspects."
Detective Valerio raised his eyebrow and nodded his head. "So got any leads on who they are or what they want?" Sergeant Jeffrey shook his head. "No, still has no clue who they are, but I did know what they are looking for." He point the room around him and ordered police officer. "Nobody gets in here until forensics arrives," he ordered. "Nobody." He turned back to the others. "Okay, people you know the drill, field strip the room. I want the crime scene sketch done in coordinates, a line from every arrow hit, piece of glass, body, everything."
He didn't want anybody coming in here and disturbing the crime scene until forensics could do its fine detail work, but the detectives were trained to the preliminaries without screwing things up for the lab boys, and he wanted to get a handle on this thing as quickly as possible. It was a puzzle, and he didn't like puzzles. Not like this.
A police officer walked to him. "Sir, Barnes wants all press information to come from us. He wants you out in front of reporters in hours." Sergeant Jeffrey facepalm his face. "Jesus Christ Jim, can't he wait till we see what the hell is going on?"
"But sir, the press are going nuts, Barnes is flying in but wants you to talk to them now. Officer Jim said.
"I don't know what to tell them, Jim. We've got something brand new here as far as I can see. Sergeant Jeffrey signed. I might as well say they were all hypnotized by the amazing Kreskin." He walked out the door and walked to the elevator, pushed the button. "I better make sure it not overdramatic, possible terrorism are a huge public anxiety." Whoever they are, they are planning something and he is going to find out who they are. But first, how on earth is he going explain to the public without panic them.
So the next chapter would be New report, conspiracy theories about them and how the world would react to them. The Holy Church and The Mage's Association would react to this event, Main character and Minor Characters also react to this event too. Then the aftermath of the museum incident and how Detective Augustus investigate the crime scene. While Benjamin and rest of servants are just relaxing at home and eating for a celebration, also a new Servant who I going to give you a hint, it is a Rider class and his personality is an upright person.
Oh yeah, One more thing about Berserker servants if you are worry that when the Holy Grail is going to summon a Berserker class and then flies into uncontrollable rampages right away and attack Benjamin and rest of servants, do not worry that much because they have become a more mechanical Servant and the lack of complex rational thinking keeps them from being able to follow more than simple directions. Even they are difficult to control in battle while they can still follow general orders from Benjamin but will easily ignore those orders if they have another target that they wish to attack. Yes, they would talk to Benjamin but only limiting their responses to head-shaking and grunts
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