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CajunBear73: Ron is impatient, but he gets himself a little present in this chapter. Hiro and Yori are in for a surprise soon.
Daccu65: After looking over my notes, I didn't like the whole possession thing anymore, so it got scrapped and I needed a good way to get rid of it. Yes, she is, but there will still be moments of dominance later on. She won't be the blind follower anymore, but she's not going to betray him. She will have her concerns and objections, but Ron still holds power over her. He just won't lord it over her.
Storm Fury: I'm glad you like the story so much!
Anonymoose: I have been reading your name wrong the whole time and now finally understand it.
The Book of Eli: Good things are coming for Ron. Other people, not so much.
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vanhellsling9000: I am going go down the harem route, a very small one at that. At the least, it's two. I can't see it going past three or maybe four. I have other plans for Vivian. The thing with Shego is supposed to be confusing because Ron wants to differentiate his version of Shego with the current one. Mental gymnastics.
(2000 Hours: Brazil)
I stood in my cell, my cellmate asleep. I had been in this prison for the last year, undercover. All to get close to a particular crime lord. The one I shared a cell with.
Dr. Director had given me this mission due to my six-year experience in covert ops. I was to befriend the crime lord to get as much as useful information out of him. Names. Locations. Hidden caches. Anything to help take down the crime ring he still operated over, even from this prison.
Not like that was hard since he had numerous police officers and correctional guards bribed. And that was not counting the other gang members in here loyal to him. I had to work from the bottom to get to be his right-hand man here. I had steal, spy, and even kill.
But it was all going to be worth it. With the information I was giving, Global Justice had been able to make his empire began to crumble. I had heard the complaints from the man himself.
But there was another matter I was here. The last two months I had been informed that prisoners around the world, in most developing nations, had started to disappear. They would be scheduled to be transferred to another facility, but on the day of the transfer, it would be denied. And they would still go missing.
Apparently, today was the crime lord's day to be transferred, he told me this happened every few years. He had requested me to come with him since I had been so useful. He told me we were going to one of the better places. The facility even had air conditioning. A luxury I cannot deny I missed.
"Get up!" one the guards yelled when he approached our cell, "Time for you two degenerates to leave."
I got up and woke up the crime lord. "Boss, it's time to go."
The man let out a yawn. "Ah. Thank you, Adelmo."
"No problem, Nem," I said. The man's real name is Antonio Francisco Bonfirm Lopes.
He is one of the leaders of Amigos dos Amigos and was the head of all drug trafficking in Rochina. The Brazilian government had branded him as Public Enemy number 1. But somehow only had a twelve-year sentence.
From what we had gathered, the man started as an enforcer and security guard for the leader of Amigos dos Amigos, Erismar Rodrigues Moreira, also known as "Bem-Te-Vi." When the leader was killed years ago, Lopes killed his leader's successor, Orlando Jose Rodrigues, only two years later.
He had finally been caught four years later, hiding inside a Toyota Corolla of all things. He had attempted to bribe the police with $570,00, but some honest cops were there. Too bad for him. Somehow the driver claimed diplomatic immunity. Probably was the rat.
We were taken out our cells with a large number of other prisoners. Strange.
Lopes turned around to question the guard. "I didn't ask for these guys."
"Don't worry. You are all going to the same place. You still will have your handyman, but these guys aren't going to have it as good as you two," one of the guards told us.
Okay. Now I was a little spooked. My nervousness only increased when we got on the bus, for those were not Brazilian prison guards. Men in all black ballistic armor waited for us.
They did not speak. Only stared. The actual prison guards had to push us in. I found a seat near the back for Lopes. He got the window seat, so I could make sure no one tried to attack him here.
As the bus drove off, we went down a dirt road. A bad sign. Prison transports always used official roads. I calmed myself, knowing the team assigned to watch me had my back. I felt a wave of concern when the ballistic men started to used orange beams on the prisoners. Like they were scanning them.
When one beam went over me, the man stopped. He then got right beside me, staring me down. I looked away, not wanting to get his ire. I saw another guy walked towards us. Neither sad anything. Just stared. I looked over to Lopes to see him asleep. Just great.
(Atlantic Ocean)
My partner and I boarded the freighter we had been following. We had used one of Global Justice's mini stealth submarines to get up close. We left it on autopilot as we got out.
This freighter contained Agent Barley, who had been undercover for a year now. When his prison transport had gone off route, after getting denied, of course, we had to follow. This was going to be a big break for us. Find the human traffickers and pick Nem from right under the Brazilian's government nose? Double win. We would crack the guy in a few days.
Luckily, Barley, like all agents, had a tracking chip in him. That made it so much easier to keep up with him. But once he hand entered the freighter, his signal was hard to read. There was some type of interference.
The main mission was to get agent Barley out. Everyone else came second. Even the drug lord. Dr. Director was a firm believer in not leaving anyone behind.
We were able to past the guards easily, as there were few. But we were on guard, in case of an ambush. Couldn't be too sure with this shady stuff happening right now.
"Do you think we need to call for back up?" my partner, agent Stark, asked.
I shook my head. "No, this is an easy grab and bag. We will leave some trackers on here though."
He nodded, placing one tracker down in between one of the trailers on the ship. We would leave a few on the inside and the hull, just in case.
Once we got inside, all we saw were numerous cages, filled to the brim with men. All prisoners. As we walked past them, we could tell they were from different countries because of the name tapes in differing languages. None of the men seemed to notice us, staring down at the ground.
"Why the hell would someone need these prisoners?" Agent Stark asked, pulling out his combat knife.
I pulled out my baton. "I don't know. But we have to get Barley out, so he doesn't face the same fate as these scum."
"I think they're drugged," my partner said. I nodded in agreement.
We found Agent Barley at the back, unconscious. Nem was in there too, also unconscious.
"Think you can carry Nem?" I asked Agent Stark. The man nodded.
I was about to pick the lock when I heard clapping. We both turned around to see a man in high tech black armor. The man we were warned about. Blackout, some of the intelligence division was calling the man, due to the color of his armor and his men. And the only time he appeared; he took out a whole squad of men.
"More Global Justice lackeys," the man said, his deep voice filled with arrogance, "My men did pick something strange following this boat."
"What are your plans and why are kidnapping all these men?" Agent Stark asked, ready to engage. Trying to get some vital information.
We heard him chuckle. Did he not take us seriously? I looked around for the guards we passed by earlier but saw none. "I see you came alone."
"Yes, good observation," He said, "I wanted to see your skills for myself."
He started to walk towards us, making my grasp on my weapon tighter. "I hope you do better than Will Du. I told him to fight, but he immediately tried to use his little gadgets. Such a disappointment."
"You crippled him!" Agent Stark growled out. Keep yourself under control!
"I had to leave someone alive," he told us continuing to walk towards us, "Or else how would Betty know about me? I needed a good first impression!"
"But you three were unexpected. But not unwelcome, I have plans for you." I threw a flashbang at him. Agent Stark and I covered our eyes from the blinding light. We already moved forward, expecting him to be stunned.
Not for him to run towards us unaffected! That helmet of his must have something to block the flashbang. I swung with my baton, aiming for his fingers. He seemed to be wearing leather gloves, so no real protection there.
He grabbed the baton mid-strike, crushing the upper half in his hands. Crap.
He pulled me with inhuman force and threw me towards Agent Stark, who had moved in to stab him. My partner stopped his attack to grab me.
Our foe rushed forward as I was grabbed to kick me in the stomach, sending both Stark and me slamming into metal bars. I rolled out of the way as the foe tried to stomp me, with Stark barely avoiding the attack himself.
The bars of the cage were bent inward, confirming what Du said of Blackout's strength. We were on opposite sides of him, attacking him at the same time. I aimed a jab at his head, while Stark tried to stab him in the arm.
He disappeared as blur, my fist connecting with Stark's face and his blade striking my unused arm. "Fuck!"
"You two are so clumsy," I heard Blackout from behind us. Stark was holding my arm, trying to stop the bleeding. We turned around to see him lounging on the bars. "I'm disappointed."
I pushed Stark's hand off me. What was with this guy? Super Strength and Super speed? What kind of mutant was he?
He stood impassively as I pulled out the knife, luckily the strike did not hit any arteries. Stark stood in front of me as I ripped a part of my suit to wrap up the wound.
Blackout bolted forward as I wrapped up the wound, with Stark punching at his head. Our foe ducked underneath the attack, my partner responding with a knee.
I heard the clash of bone, seeing Blackout use his elbow to block Stark's knee. Our foe spun backward with the momentum from Stark's attack to perform a sweep kick. Stark's feet were knocked away, but he was able to place one his hands on the ground to be used as a spring to right himself upwards.
Stark used his forearm to block the roundhouse kick aimed at his head but was sent stumbling to side from the force of the blow. That's when I attacked. I dashed between the two as Blackout moved to attack Stark again. I aimed a kick to his hip. He grabbed my leg and threw me back at the cage.
Instead of being a rag doll this time, I curled into a ball and rolled to the point where my feet were going to press against the bars of the cage. I launched off the cage, a flying sidekick aimed at his head. He blocked, unable to retaliate for Stark had landed an open palm strike to his chest.
The man was pushed back a few inches, with me jumping back to grab Stark's knife. I threw the weapon, aimed for his arm, while Stark continued his assault of mixed punches. Blackout had blocked all of his attacks.
Blackout's armor suddenly had blue lines appear on it, shaped lightning bolts, as the knife approached. With inhuman speed, he caught the knife and sent a punch that Stark was barely able to block. Stark was pushed back a few feet, which made him unprepared for Blackout's retaliation.
"Stark!" I yelled his name when the knife found itself in his leg. I ran forward, stopping to roll as my instincts screamed at me. My uninjured arm went slack and saw three small needle-thin objects sticking out of my arm. I was barely able to move it or make a fist.
"My aim is still off," I heard him say, as Stark moved forward to attack him again. The armor shined blue again as Blackout appeared behind Stark and threw him unceremoniously beside me.
"You two bore me. I'll end this quickly," he said, disappearing again.
Next, I felt a strong grip on my neck and being lifted into the air. Blackout had caught me and I couldn't break free of his grip. I glanced to the side to Stark in the same position.
"Three well trained and fit special agents. I hit the lottery today!" He joked, as my vision began to be filled with darkness, "You three will make some great elites!"
I felt never more afraid in my life before my vision faded to black.
(Unknown Location)
I woke up to find myself chained to a metal chair. I was inside a dimly lit room, far from the cell I last remembered being in. The bus had to us to some dockyard before we were all loaded onto a boat. Some of the prisoners questioned the men transporting us, but never got an answer. One tried to question them, receiving the butt end of a rifle to the face and a broken bleeding nose.
No one said anything after that. Not even Nem.
I looked beside me to see Agent Stark and Agent Faller. I might not have seen them in months, but I still recognized them. They too were chained like me, just starting to wake up.
I also noticed red marks on their necks. Slim, like fingers. They must have gotten in a fight with a strong foe for them to lose. I saw bandages wrapped around Faller's right arm. How did he get injured?
"Stark. Faller," I said, getting their attention, "What happened to you guys?"
"Blackout," Stark said, with an unnatural amount of anger. The guy was usually like a wall, no emotions shown.
"Who?" I didn't recognize that code name, "A new villain?"
"Yes. But he's not the same as the ones Kimberly Possible usually fights, Barley," Faller answered, "He's much more dangerous."
I was then told about a failed mission, how many of our own he has killed and what happened to Will Du. What was this guy? He was as bad as some of the warlords we were tracking!
"And now he has some type of connection to the Brazilian government," Stark added.
The only door to the room opened and a well-known person, to us, came in. "How are you three feeling?"
"Jack Hench," Faller said, "Blackout must be under your employment. I didn't figure you would stoop so low to human trafficking. Bad enough you prey on recently freed convicts that can't get a job."
"Global Justice. Courteous as always," the somehow legitimate business owner said, "It's not my fault no one wants to hire them. I give them room, board, and a paycheck."
"Only for them to be thrown right back in jail!" I argued, "It's a never-ending cycle for them!"
"Please, most of them would be heading back anyways. They work for me for however long, then spend a few months in protective custody, and come right back to me," Jack replied, "Prison for them is now basically a vacation with a guaranteed job once they get out."
"You're despicable," Stark snarled out, "Once we raid this little place of yours, no amount of lawyers will save you from serving your time."
He laughed. "And how will your superiors do that without these?"
A hand went into his pocket to take out three familiar small pieces of metal. Our tracking devices!
The man had a cruel smirk on his face. "You thought you would get these babies past Blackout? Please, he made all the new fancy toys your eggheads are trying to crack."
He then turned away, heading back out of the door. He looked at us once more. "One more thing, I work for him."
For some reason, my fellow agents paled at the thought. How worse was he?
Suddenly, I felt something land on my head and clinched painfully hard. What was this?
"Initiating data extraction," a robotic voice said before I felt like my brain was on fire.
(Tartarus)
I watched with apathy as the three agents shook and convulsed in pain. It was an invention of mine from time past gone. It could extract the muscle memory within a person and make a digital copy of it. All Global Justice agents had superior training in hand to hand combat, stealth, and ranged weaponry.
This would make the Shades and other future soldiers less reliant on their cybernetics, as the hard-earned skills of these agents would be passed down to them instantly.
They were only under the machine for a minute before I shut it off. Any longer and they would be in a vegetative state. This process would take a few weeks to extract all the data I wanted, but it would worthwhile.
"Jack, prepare our guests for medical care," I told through my Omni tool.
"Of course, sir," he said smoothly, "But might I inquire why? They are the enemy."
"They need to be in superb condition for this to work," I explained to him, "If not, the process will take longer."
"Do you have orders for them when this is done?" Jack asked, "I just want to know what to do with them and not have them wasting resources lounging around here."
"Don't worry Jack. I have something very special planned for these three," I told him, "They will make up the foundation for our elite men, the Myrmidon."
(Middleton)
I got off the Hirotaka's motorcycle as he parked. He had taken me to the outskirts of my hometown to take a walk through the trails.
I knew I was staring at him like one of those star-struck idiots from school, who claimed they were in love just because of his looks. So vain!
I wasn't in love with him, but I liked him. A lot more than of any of the other guys in our school I had dated. He was good looking, obviously well built. His confidence and noncaring attitude about what others thought of him showed he didn't care for popularity. Even if almost all of the female population of Middleton High was chasing him.
And the motorcycle gave me the impression was he was adventurous, ready to try new things. Unlike most of the guys in Middleton. Date one, you dated them all. They all took you to the same restaurants in the Tri-City area. They didn't try to find somewhere unique. They have three cities in this metropolis to choose from, and they only chose Middleton.
And none of those guys would have thought of a walk through the woods on a nice cool day! Probably complain that is was boring.
He grabbed my hand as we began. "Ever been here before?"
"Yes. It's actually one of my favorite places to check out," I told him, "It's nice to just get away and enjoy the sights of nature."
He laughed. "You sound like my cousin Yori. But I do agree with you. Sometimes you just need to be somewhere calm."
We continued walking, taking in the sights of all the little cute critters in the place. It was mostly squirrels and chipmunks, but there was the occasional bunny or deer. They were somewhat used to humans being around, so they didn't away run on sight. But if you tried to get close to them, they would run. Which, Hirotaka learned when tried to approach one.
"Thought I could pet one," He said as he returned to my side.
We walked for a bit more when suddenly my date pulled me close and then placed me behind him. "I know you're there. Come out!"
What was he talking about? Middleton was one of the safest places in the country. Nothing ever happened here, unless it was super freaks!
'Like Ron did with Brick!' A nasty voice taunted me from my mind. No! I was not going to let him ruin my date. 'And don't forget about Bonnie!'
Shut up! Bonnie was not a freak. She was just being used by Ron.
Five shady men dressed in black hoodies and jeans came out of the woods. Each one was holding some type of weapon. One had a bat, another had a pipe, and two had knives. The fifth one in the rear was holding onto something that I couldn't make out because it was hidden inside the front pocket of his hoodie.
"Five on one, huh?" Hirotaka said, a cocky grin on his face, "I guess that makes this fair."
He was so cool! He wasn't even afraid of these guys! The only other person that wouldn't be afraid in this situation would be Kim.
But I wasn't afraid either! Must be because Hirotaka was here. This must how people felt when Kim came on the scene.
"Get behind something, just in case," My date whispered to me before moving towards the creeps.
And boy was he fast. Almost as fast Ron! No! Don't think of that freak!
The first guy my date attacked was the one with the pipe. I couldn't even see the attacks he did, but the man was down on the ground, not moving.
One of the guys with a knife charged forward, attempting to stab Hirotaka. But he grabbed the guy's wrist and twisted, making the creep drop his weapon.
Another guy rushed Hirotaka. My date grabbed the back of the head of the first attack, pulling him downwards into his rising knee. He let go, making the first creep crumple to the ground.
Hirotaka's left side was facing the new attacker. His right hand went up and with a resounding smack, the second creep attack flew off course and made the guy stumble right into my date's elbow. The guy dropped his knife, now clutching his face and as Hirotaka kicked him right in the head. The man fell down like others.
Hirotaka ducked underneath the bat-wielding guy's wild swing, elbowing the guy in the stomach. He dropped his weapon and was sent hurtling back from where he came from.
I heard the last guy yell something in a different language, before pulling out his weapon. Hirotaka was ready though. He had picked up the fallen bat and threw at right at the guy's face. I could the sickening sound of bone being crushed when the bat hit him. He fell to the ground, dropping his weapon.
I ran over to Hirotaka as he eyed the men, a dangerous glint in his eyes that stopped me. One I have seen before on two people. Ron and Bonnie.
But then it was gone when he faced me. His eyes were filled with warmth again. "Are you okay?"
"Of course! Especially with all that cool fighting you just did!" I said excitedly, "Where did you learn to fight like that?"
"My father," he answered, pulling out his phone, "I'm about to call the cops."
I stopped him. "Okay. I'll call Kim."
He looked at me questioningly. "This is her turf. She would want to know about this. And I'm sure her hacker dude can figure the motives of these guys faster than the police can. No offense to them."
He shrugged. "Okay."
I ran over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "You're my hero."
Was it a trick of the light or did he actually blush? "Thanks."
AN: This was actually supposed to be half this length. But I got new ideas just I submitted this.
I hope the constant scene changing wasn't too jarring. Everything I wrote about the Brazilian drug lord is real. That's a real guy. I just started looking up drug lords and he came up. And it just flowed.
This scene was actually part of the original version of this story. I found it a week ago and had to put it in.
I hoped the last scene with Hope and Hirotaka was believable and enjoyable. Wanted to flesh the two out some since they will be somewhat important soon.