A/N: Hey guys! I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack! For now...

Anyway, so exams are done, finally. For this term at least. Got two weeks holidays, so time to get a little bit more productive! I hope you didn't mind the wait, but I'm finally back and getting into it.

Also, still taking requests and suggestions so hit me up if you have any!

The night was still. Still enough to seem as normal as ever.

The sounds from the highway could just faintly be heard, vehicles humming along their way, every so often the loud rumble of a truck would reverberate through the air and reach the docks.

The soft lapping of the water from the harbour against the ports was gentle and calming, but the thick tension in the air wouldn't easily be squelched.

The moon was crescent, its shattered remains hovering by its side, its white luminosity basking the docks in a bright light. But the shadows remained.

They waited patiently and the others prepared themselves.

Through the soft mix of the sounds coming from the highway and those coming from the harbour was silently, subtly interrupted as a large container ship pulled in for its fortnightly trip to Vacuo.

It pulled in slowly, the red hull just stopping short of the port walkway.

Night time shipments weren't uncommon in Vacuo, but this shipment was indeed quite uncommon.

Uncommon to those who didn't see what was in front of them, but those with keen eyes set to find these very discrepancies, could see very well what was happening that night.

Four of them, a small team working together but working alone. They moved quietly and quickly through the maze of huge metallic containers that littered the docks.

Their boots heavily padded so as to reduce the metallic clangs that emitted from the containers as they ran atop of them.

They didn't want to be heard, didn't want to be seen. They were masters of the shadows, silent and deadly.

The cargo ship pulled in and anchored itself just near the unloading crane currently lying dormant with its arm hanging over the bay.

They took their positions, based off their predictions of how their targets would act once they arrived. Of course, they were hardly wrong, their information did come from a defected member of the group after all.

He knew their tactics, knew how they operated, he had taught most of it to them.

Suddenly, without warning and somehow without a sound, the crane rumbled to life, shuddering as its heavy arm swung around towards the ship. It was an odd sensation, the sound of the crane was loud and powerful, yet the night sky still remained largely silent. It was odd, somewhat eerie and unsettling, yet they were not wavered.

The crane came around to stop just above the ship, making minor hums and shudders as it adjusted its position slightly, stopping above a certain container. The hook lowered towards the container and a group of men emerged from within the ship and attached the container to it with quick precision and not long after the metallic box was in the air and on its way back to land.

This process continued for another six turns, the shadows remained as silent as ever, but they were still watching. Just as the crane swung back around after its sixth trip, the tranquil peace was disturbed yet again by another sound.

The steady high pitched beeping noise sliced through the air with ease as the truck continued to back up towards the crane. Heavily tinted windows obscured the drivers face, yet they had a good idea who he was. The truck came to a halt with a hiss and a puff of smoke, just as the cran lifted yet another container into the air and slowly brought it around to hover above the empty trailer of the truck.

There was a mark on its surface that had been scratched and could barely be seen, perhaps something they didn't want prying eyes to pick up.

They should move, they were eager to. Their muscles were tense and they were a little agitated. They didn't want to wait too long, but they didn't want to rush in too quickly. There was a period of time, a 'sweet' spot where their targets were at their least attentive, when they felt the safest. Thats what they were waiting for.

"Ready?" One of them asked.

The rest of them didn't reply but she knew how they felt. They had been together long enough so that they knew each other well. From behind the container they had hid behind they peered over the edge toward the truck, two of their comrades branching and spreading out.

She counted down from ten.

There was silence. The container touched down on the trailer with a soft clunk.

3

The driver shifted the truck into gear.

2

The container was clamped down securely and a loud tap on the metal told the driver it was ready to go.

1

The truck slowly began to pull away.

0

A soft zipping noise sounded through the air and as soon it was heard the trucks tire burst with a loud pop.

"What the fuck!" The driver cursed as he jolted forward in his seat. A quick look out the window showed him a dark figure running toward him.

"Shit!" Instinctively his foot slammed on the accelerator and his truck lurched forward. Its engine roaring as it heaved to move its cargo away as fast as possible.

The dark figure was fast and was just about to catch up when gun fire rattled through the night and forced the figure to stop in their tracks.

"Hey what the hell? Get out here! We got trouble!"

From somewhere on the ship a group of men emerged, guns cocked and ready.

"Who the hell is it?"

"It's them!"

"Who?"

"Them!"

Leone smiled to herself as she heard their panicked shouts, it was always nice to hear that people were afraid of her and her people. Now she broke out of cover, running out from behind the container right into the line of fire itself, un-phased by the danger the barrage of bullets brought with them.

Her short swords came up with ease, swiftly protecting her body from the excess of rounds, even though she knew her aura was more than capable of taking the force.

"Go after them!" She yelled over her shoulder to her comrade.

He hesitated, he didn't want to leave her in this situation, even if he knew she was highly skilled and more than capable.

Suddenly a series of loud bangs sounded above the rattle of the rifles as Leone collapsed her swords into their revolver forms and fired their heavy rounds back at the White Fang agents.

"Adam! Go!"

That was enough for the faunas and he didn't wait any longer to turn around a sprint after the truck. He still wasn't comfortable with leaving her, but he couldn't exactly ignore an order.

Turning on his heel he broke into a sprint, chasing after the truck just as it rounded the corner and skidded onto the main road. The truck was trudging along as its burst tire held it back, the engine roaring in effort to pick up speed.

Adam was fast, faster than most people and heavy truck with a flat tire was beginning to seem like something he could catch up with, but whether or not he had the stamina to keep up the pace was a questionable matter.

A quick tap on his scroll as he ran along the road was about to make his chase a lot easier.

The truck rounded another corner, the driver swearing as he struggled to shift gears in time, urging the truck to get him past the first checkpoint, it wasn't too far ahead.

Adam's breath was heavy and ragged now and Wilt and Blush was beginning to feel heavier in his arm and to make matters worse for him they past the checkpoint and two black vehicles pulled out of a side alley and provided cover for the truck.

Adam cursed as the back windows came down and four separate gun barrels poked out and starting spewing rounds toward him.

Adam noticed the truck turning left ahead of him and his quick thinking had him shooting into an alley on his left away from the fire.

He continued down the alley, running past rubbish bins and other waste along the way. A poor homeless man only saw a flash dance across his vision.

Adam emerged out of the alley, taking a quick look up and down the road, taking the moment to catch his breath. A small group of young girls, clearly far too young to be out this late, jumped in surprise.

They took one look the faunas as he impatiently tried to find his target.

Somehow, beyond Adams comprehension of the teenage mind, one of them quickly recovered and spoke up.

"Hey handsome."

Adam glanced over at her, his eyes clearly showing his disdain with the action, before the truck blared past at the top of the street, the two black four wheel drives staying close.

He was about to give chase when a shrill rumbling sound reverberated through the street. Adam and the girls turned toward the sound, they couldn't see the object until it was right in front of them.

The bikes matte black tint reduced its visibility in the night to practically zero. Its interface flashed and Adam climbed on.

"Go home." He commanded the girls, placing his weapon in the on board clasp and turning the accelerator as far as it went.

He reared around the corner, his knee skidding along the ground as he leaned into the turn. His motor bike raced after the getaway truck, from the truck drivers perspective he could barely see Adam, only hearing the sound of the bikes dust powered engine.

It seemed they had easily become complacent and thought they had lost him because the guns had been pulled back and the windows rolled back up.

Did he have a surprise for them.

They heard the engine before anything else, a loud noise right outside their windows.

"Hey what's that noise?" One of them asked, reloading his rifle.

"I dunno." Another asked moving his ear closer to the window.

That was a mistake.

Adam calmly pulled to the left, speeding up towards the left side of the car flanking the left of the truck. He pulled Blush out of its clasp and pointed it at the back left wheel, squeezing the trigger and blasting the tire with a loud boom.

The car swung left towards him before the driver overreacted and swung the wheel all the way over to the right, veering straight into the other vehicle.

Adam heard their panicked shouts and smiled, now they were out of his way.

It wasn't hard for him to catch up to the truck and over take it, pressing a button on the console he pulled up beside the truck and leapt up onto the container.

He quickly leapt down toward the driver. A thought passed his mind, it would have been so easy just to bring Wilt down through the top of the roof and into the top of the drivers skull, eventually the truck would swerve, hit something and stop.

But the thought was quickly dismissed, he didn't do things that way anymore.

So instead he jumped down in front of the windshield, his jacket flapping around as the air rushed around him.

"Stop. Now." He didn't yell but his command was heard.

"Fuck off!" The driver yelled, his passenger lifted a shotgun toward Adam and pulled the trigger.

Adam quickly flipped into the air, landing atop the cargo and sliding to a halt along its surface.

Adam growled as the truck took a sharp left. He kept his balance but by then the two other vehicles had gathered themselves, although now somewhat battered and bruised, they were back on his tail, firing up at him.

The truck took another turn and he rolled along with it, slamming his katana into the side of the container and hanging there, Blush in his free hand.

As soon as he saw one of the vehicles he fired, Blush's round pelting the windscreen and bonnet.

Another round shattered the windscreen, spewing glass into the front half of the car and all over the passengers.

The car swerved a bit, bumped up against the curb, soared a little through the air and slammed into an electricity pole, causing it to suddenly spin sideways, swerving around and ploughing through the building right next to the power line.

Adam waited patiently for the final vehicle to come into sight, but before it did the truck hit a turn, a sharp turn. The heavy vehicle skidded along as its tires struggled to remain on the ground, the truck lifted off the ground ever so slightly and the force of the turn had Adam's legs swinging widely to the outside, he held on but the Wilt was being pulled loose by the outward force and in a blink of an eye, Wilt came free and Adam was sent soaring through the air.

He landed on his feet, falling backwards and rolling over before stumbling to his feet. Just as he looked up he found himself staring into the headlights of the second vehicle, coming straight at him with accelerating sleep.

Eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights, Adam's only reaction was to hold his arms before him and concentrate his aura to his front of his body as best as he could.

The roar of the engine grew louder and meaner as it drew closer. The sound filled his mind and for a moment it was all he could here, but then there was another sound. A familiar sound.

Her revolvers continued to blast through the night sky, the sound of their heavy rounds bouncing off the thick hull of the ship ringing in their ears. Leone was satisfied that Adam had begun his chase and now it was time to clean up here.

"Leone I've got eyes on the secondary package." Serah's voice reached Leone through her ear piece.

Serah was her sniper, her eyes. Literally, Serah could practically see any person through any object at almost any range. Her semblance was unique, Serah had the ability to see aura. She could see its colour, it amount, its shape through any object.

It gave her a great advantage as a sniper, and she was a great sniper already. She could even see the trace of an aura, the faint trail it leaves behind as it moves, excellent for tracking.

So Serah could see every White Fang agent in present, and right now she was reported on the secondary group that they had expected to leave by boat behind the container ship.

"Tag it." Leone commanded, ducking behind cover.

Leone heard a faint hissing noise before Serah 's voice reached her again. "Tagged."

"Alright, lets clean up."

"With all due respect Leone, but I think we can handle this. Perhaps you should go after Adam and his friends."

That was Tairyl, the fourth and last member in their squad. Him and Serah were actually brother and sister, twins actually. They made quite the quirky pair, they somehow managed to keep a sense of professionalism whilst maintaining their sibling rivalry at the same time. It was a breath of fresh air sometimes, other times it was just hilarious.

Leone hesitated. It wasn't that she didn't believe in their capabilities, she just didn't feel that it was right to leave them just because Adam was by himself. Adam was a skilled and strong faunas, he could handle pretty much anything on his own, yet there seemed to be a mutual feeling between the two faunas that everyone could see besides the two faunas themselves.

"Leone just go." Serah urged, pulling back her rifles chamber.

Waiting to more beats Leone finally got up from her cover and ran down the same path Adam and the truck had taken a few moments earlier.

"If you say so." Leone said into their comms with a smile. "Stay sharp."

"Always." Serah replied.

Leone loved bikes. As a little girl she loved riding her bicycle at almost every chance she got, and naturally that interest grew and adapted as she did. Sure she still enjoyed a relaxing bike ride, not that she had the time for one, but now her interest and joy laid in the smooth, alloy frame that protected the small yet powerful engine of a motor bike.

She loved the feeling, the exhilaration. It was speed, it was power, control, it was freedom. She knew it was cliché but she just couldn't really explain why she loved the feeling of air rushing through her hair, why she loved it when the engine roared and her world blurred. She loved the way the air moved around her cat ears and the way her tail struggled to keep up with the rest of her. It was freedom, to some extent she felt free.

If she recalled correctly she was sure Blake's girlfriend, Yang, had a motor bike, she called it 'Bumblebee'. Leone smiled at the memory, she liked that girl, she was kind and energetic, and stark and necessary contrast to her sister calm and quite nature.

The thoughts were beginning to make Leone wish her sister was close by. Now that she was thinking about it she was really missing her younger half. She wished she'd come over soon.

But right now her thoughts were required to be elsewhere, preferably the present and more precisely on the road in front of her as she raced down the asphalt on her bike. She had been following her scrolls directions towards Adam's locator, which according to it he should be just around this corner.

Leaning to her right, her pants just brushing against the road as she abruptly drifted into the turn. Thankfully her scroll hadn't lead her astray and Adam was indeed right in front of her, and he wasn't in a very good position.

That noise. He had heard it multiple time before. Usually the noise symbolised the arrival of a particular cat faunas, one with yellow hair and an equally yellow set of cat ears. Adam looked toward the sound, ignoring the huge jeep rushing towards him and before he could register what had happened, he was being hauled along, just out of the reach of the four wheeler, as he was hefted off the ground at blinding speeds.

Leone grunted as her shoulder and arm abruptly took the weight of Adam's body, plucking him out of harms way and leaving the jeep to skid and flip onto its side.

"Get on!" She yelled over the rush of air.

Adam quickly placed his feet on the rear foot holds and swung around to sit behind his leader.

"Weren't you told as a kid not to stare at the bright lights?" Leone joked.

Adam was currently having a rough time with Leone's mass of hair fluttering in his face.

"I don't think you want to know what I was told as a kid." Adam replied.

"That's a bit dark."

"It was."

This was one of those moment where Leone learnt something about Adam that perhaps she didn't want to know about. This was one of those moments that Adam revealed something to her about his past and she was left speechless for a few moments.

"So this truck giving you a hard time?" She called after they had caught up to the vehicle.

Adam's reply was a grunt as he moved over to one side of the bike, readying himself to jump back onto the truck.

"I'll distract the driver, you detach the cargo." Leone commanded.

As soon as Adam leapt away, Leone moved forward and pulled in front of the truck, almost literally shaking her tail at them to get their attention.

To be fair, she did have a tail.

The driver and his passenger notices her hair before noticing her actual presence. It took them a moment to realise that the strange, wavy object following her as she swerved and turned in front if them was her tail, and then a few more moments for them to react.

"Shoot her! Shoot her!"

The blast of the shotgun sounded through the night, Leone felt pellets bounce off her aura harmlessly, though she was more worried about her bike.

"Shoot her tires!" The driver suggested. "We'll run her over!"

Adam made it on top of the container easily enough, he quickly made his way toward the trailer section, jumped down between the engine and the trailer itself, and with one lightning fast motion, undetectable by the human eye, sliced the connection clean in two.

The cargo immediately started slowing down and the truck continued to pull away.

Adam climbed onto the roof of the truck just in time to see Leone's rear tire get blasted to shreds. Immediately his heart sank as he watched her bike fall onto its rear rim, sparks flying as she tried to get it under control, all the while the truck kept speeding towards her, gaining and gaining refusing to stop.

"Shit!" Leone cursed, feeling the truck catching up to her. She knew there was no escaping it, at least if she stayed on the bike. So cursing once again for having to abandon her beloved ride like this, she yanked hard left, throwing her bike into a skid, climbed on top of it and pushed off the bike into a back-flip, landing in a crouch just as her bike was consumed by the truck in a mess of scraping, crunching noises.

But when Leone looked up, she realised she really hadn't made any progress, the truck was still coming for her, all she managed to do was further prolong her doom.

Adam moved as fast as he could, the time between the truck smashing into Leone was very short and he was already beginning to feel desperate.

He clambered over to the front of the truck, his aura flaring as his semblance began to wake. His sword began to burn, along with his cloak and his eyes, he ran to the front of the truck, spun around and with one powerful push leapt off the the truck, facing the two occupants.

For the driver and his friend it all seemed too much like an action movie, the faunas seemed to be trapped in slow motion, his glowing attire, blade and eyes painted a very frightening picture against the background of the night.

They continued to watch on in slow silence as, in one quick, powerful vertical slash, Adam's blade powered by his semblance sliced clean through the middle of the truck.

Splitting the vehicle in two halves, sending each half in its respective direction, passing both Adam and Leone harmlessly. Adam touched the floor just as the two halves of the truck finally came to a halt.

One half ploughing through a street lamp before crashing into a store and the other bumping onto the curb and falling onto its side.

"Are you okay?" Adam asked his leader, his heart still racing.

Leone looked at the two halves of the trucks. She'd never been run over before, let alone hit by a speeding truck and she was glad she didn't find out whether her aura would have held.

"Leone?" Adam repeated.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm fine." She replied, turning toward the driver half. "Thanks."

Adam watched her go for a moment, releasing a breath he didn't realise he was holding.

In that moment he felt something he hadn't felt in a while. Something he hadn't felt towards someone in a long time, someone who was strongly related to Leone.

Adam sighed and ran his hand through his hair. What was going on with him?

Adam reached Leone just as she started prodding the driver's cheek with her tail.

"You knocked him out!" She winged playfully.

Adam blinked in silence for a moment.

"I knocked him out?"

"Well you cut the truck in half." She waved to the toppled over half truck.

"Then I suppose you wanted it to hit you?" Adam replied.

Leone huffed. "Well no I didn't." She was silent for a moment. "Thank you."

"You already-"

"I know." She cut in. "I just want to make sure that you know that I know." She continued in a lowered voice.

Adam frowned in confusion. He was missing something here, the way she said it...

"Know wha-"

"Seeing as this is your fault, you get to carry him." Leone commanded, standing up, acting as if she hadn't said what she just said.

"What?"

"C'mon Adam. That's an order." Leone repeated with a grin.

Adam watched her for a moment before shaking his head with a sigh and bending down to pick the White Fang agent up.

He was halfway through the action when Leone spoke again.

"Oh by the way, Blake is coming over this weekend."

Leone turned around after hearing a solid thumping noise, finding that Adam had just dropped the man back onto the floor.

"Blake?"