It was always weird coming home, doubly so when it was for work. Still, it was always nice to come back and visit some of the places that he'd frequented as a child, show some of the boys around where he grew up. It felt good to be able to show that part of his life, the part that he had forced to abandon long ago, to the members of his new life.
He took a sip of the sake in the cup, how long had it been since he'd had genuine warm sake? Entirely too long if he were honest. The bar they were in was nicer than he'd remembered Yokohama having, it appeared that the city had seen something of an economic boom in the last couple of years. The television over the bar was showing some kind of story taking place in front of U.A. University and Izuku had to swallow the familiar feeling of bitterness that threatened to rear its ugly head.
"Should come to Japan more often," Zhang Wei commented as he took a sip of his own sake, and Izuku was thankful for the distraction, "It's not Baijiu, but it's not bad,"
Zhang Wei wasn't a tall man, standing at only around five-foot-eight which was a sharp contrast to Izuku's own six-foot-one, but he had a strong build. Structured like a swimmer, he had wide and powerful shoulders, tapering down to a narrow waist and strong legs. Built like a gymnast, he was as powerful as he was fast. His spiky black hair was trimmed close around the sides, and Izuku could just make out flecks of grey beginning to make their appearances in the otherwise sea of blackness.
"Glad you approve," Izuku chuckled,
"You make it back here very often?" Wei asked,
"Not as often as I'd like," Izuku admitted, "With our schedule though, hard to have any free time to get back here."
"Preaching to the converted brother," Wei said with a chuckle. "My wife keeps complaining to me that I haven't been back to see the kids in over a month,"
"What do you say?" Izuku asked, and Wei shrugged,
"Same as everyone else, I suppose." Wei said, "We don't get the luxury of deciding when we get time at home,"
They were interrupted as a body dropped onto the stool to Izuku's right, and Aarav Acharya leaned in close to speak to the pair of them.
Aarav Acharya was only a little taller than Wei, with equally dark black hair. He was built a little more conservatively than Wei or Izuku, with the lithe body of a professional sprinter, and dark brown eyes.
The bar was fairly busy, so they didn't need to worry about being heard.
"Just got the word, we're good to go," He said, a gleam of pre-operation excitement sparkling in his eyes. Izuku and Wei stood up from their stools, and Izuku threw a pile of yen onto the table. As one, the group exited the bar, and turned down the street. They meandered about a block down the street before climbing into a nondescript looking sedan parked on the curb.
They drove for about fifteen minutes, before they pulled up to the curb alongside an older apartment complex. Getting out of the car, the trio marched inside. It was a remarkably forgettable building, with a drab and bland interior. Beige ceilings, beige carpets, and nothing on the beige walls. It was as unremarkable as a building could get. They walked through the main entrance to the complex, before turning down a side alley inside. Approaching a door to what looked like a utility closet, Wei pulled out an I.D., and swiped it through the electronic scanner. Wei then input an eight-digit passcode into the number pad under the scanner. There was a soft buzz as the lock disengaged, and Wei pushed open the door with the others following behind him.
Inside there was nothing more than a simple elevator. The doors opened and the three men stepped inside. The doors closed and the elevator shuddered into life, before making a slow descent into the world below.
"Hear about Kuznetsov?" Acharya asked. Wei nodded but Izuku shook his head that he had not heard.
"Had to get his leg amputated," Acharya said with a grimace, and Izuku winced.
"He getting a prosthetic?" He asked, and Wei grunted,
"Got flown out to the Mayo-Clinic." He said, and Izuku let out a low whistle,
"Can't say that the Director doesn't look out for us." Izuku mused, "They're the leading researchers into mechanical prostheses. He going to make a comeback?"
"Depends." Wei shrugged, "It'll be up to him. They can outfit him with a model that'll be more practical for our purposes, but if he wants out, he'll get more of a civilian model."
"I can't see him wanting to get out," Acharya observed, "Mad dog that he is."
That was true enough, Izuku mused. But he wasn't sure that any of them could get themselves out of the game at this point. They were all far too invested, which was why they had been recruited in the first place. Some would call it blind-loyalty, borderline brain washing. And maybe they had a point. But at the end of the day, all of the teams were there because they wanted to be there. No one had held a gun to his head and told him that he had to join up.
The elevator came to a grinding halt, and the doors chimed before they opened. The interior of where they were now, could not have contrasted more from the apartment complex above them.
They were inside a modern operations room. Rows upon rows of computer monitors and desks covered the room, each station manned by someone who were busily typing at keyboards or speaking into headsets.
Along one wall was a large paper map of Japan. Different pins were stuck into different cities all across the nation, marking them as locations of interest. By each pin was a photo of a person of interest, as well as a brief synopsis of what was known about them. Along the other wall, were a pair of offices, but the blinds had been drawn on both and the doors were closed, making it impossible to see inside.
Wei led the way through the room, ignoring the bustling people hurrying between terminals and rows of computers, and the trio exited through a door at the other side of the room. They made another sharp left down a secondary hallway, before coming up to another door with another set of security locks,
"Rest of the team should already be inside," Acharya noted as Wei pressed his thumb to the scanner, and then had to wait for a facial recognition software to scan his face. Finally, he input another ten-digit passcode into the terminal beside the door, and the locks disengaged, and they were led inside to the briefing room.
The briefing room was the size of a studio apartment, with a pair of doors flanking each wall on the far side of the room. In the center of the room was a large holo-table, which could project three-dimensional models as well as photographs and videos.
There were four other men inside the room, already gathered around the table. A tall and well-built Black man with a shining bald head, and dark black goatee was speaking in hushed tones with a fair skinned man, even from the other side of the room, Jeremiah Rosthein's deep baritone seemed to resonate around the room. The fair skinned man, Oliver Smith, was just a bit shorter than his compatriot. Smith was proportioned in the same way as his comrade, and he was scratching at the back of his bright blonde hair.
The other two men were also fair-skinned, and having a hushed conversation of their own, as they looked over a file on the table. The first man, Johannes Greengrass, was a fair bit over six feet. He looked like a professional American football player, and his cold blue eyes and dark black hair gave him a fairly intimidating appearance. He was pointing to something in the file and Greg Martin, the other man in the unit, was shaking his head and muttered something as well. Martin stood at just short of six feet, and like Acharya, looked more like a professional runner than most of the other men in the room.
"All right boys," Wei said loudly as they stepped into the room, and the discussions ceased at once, "Let's get started."
Wei strode around to the head of the table, and Izuku stepped up beside Greengrass, and Acharya flanked him.
The holo-table in front of him sprang to life and the three-dimensional model of the target building appeared. Wei swiped at the table, and several pictures appeared over the target building.
"I know we've been over this already, but we'll do it one more time just we're all clear." Wei announced, "Seventy-two hours ago the Fatgum Hero Agency was in the process of subduing a group of Yakuza when one of the interns from U.A. was shot with this," A video showed up on the screen of a sad-looking young man with his hood drawn up over his tangle of dark hair. The image changed and a photo of a bullet appeared on the screen.
"According to forensics experts, this bullet has somehow been modified in a way that takes the quirk away from whoever gets shot with it."
Acharya whistled, "Damn,"
"The Nighteye and Fatgum agencies are sitting on standby, but the Japanese government is giving us the green light to make a move." Wei continued, and the screen changed as several of the pictures ballooned up bigger, showing two men in masks. The first had short brown hair and golden eyes. His face was covered in an ornate red and gold bird-like face mask. The other individual's features were completely hidden from sight, and they were wearing a white overcoat, and a complete bird-like mask that was complete with blue-tinted goggles around the eyes.
"We have identified this man," Wei pointed to the first photo, "As Kai Chisaki, known in the underworld as Overhaul. This, incidentally is also the name of his quirk, which allows him to disassemble anything he touches and reassemble it in any way he wants. This effectively gives him full control over matter, and he is to be considered exceptionally dangerous. We have not identified the second man in the photo, nor do we know what quirk he possesses, but he is to be considered armed and exceptionally dangerous as well."
He swiped away the photos, and blew up the projection of the building, "Satellite thermal imaging, as well as information provided by local sources have identified this as the headquarters for the Shie Hassaikai Yakuza organization. We have counted as many as twenty enemy combatants in and around the area. So, as we've projected, we are expecting fierce and heavy resistance."
"No shit," Smith muttered, "Any heavy hitters we should be worried about?"
"Not that we've seen," Wei said,
"My contacts in country have told me that there have been rumblings about a potential alliance between Overhaul and some of the members of the League of Villains organization." Izuku chimed in, "They're gearing up for a confrontation with the heroes, but they aren't in house as far as we know,"
Wei nodded at Izuku and then turned his attention back to the table, "Kit up for CQC, just like we've been running in the simulations. Greenie," He said, and the large man nodded, "I want you running heavy just in case,"
Greengrass just grunted in affirmation, and Wei continued his briefing,
"Also be aware, we have detected several subterranean structures underneath the building. Expect the fighting to go underground, communications will likely be disrupted. Everyone up to date on the latest hand signal regs?" They collectively nodded,
"We've also received reports that there is a girl inside the compound." Wei continued, and the building shrank as a picture of a girl appeared on the screen. She was young, maybe only six or seven years old. She had pale blue-grey hair, and deep red eyes. Her unique appearance was punctuated by the small horn on her forehead.
"We don't know who she is or why she's there, but she's coming out with us." Wei commanded.
There weren't going to be any complaints about that in the team. Several of the men were fathers, and more than one had daughters, Izuku was sure that some of them were envisioning their own children trapped in whatever hell that poor girl was trapped in.
"Any questions?" Wei asked, and when he saw none, barked out, "Then gear up!"
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Izuku was the first out of the van, hitting the pavement in a crouched run, with his Z-17 assault carbine tucked close to his chest. They were infiltrating from over two blocks away, in the hopes that they would be able to catch the Yakuza napping. The outer wall of the compound sat on the edge of a small wooded area, with trees surrounding the compound on all sides. Izuku crested the small hill overlooking the compound, and waited. A moment later, three soft thuds plopped onto the ground around him, signifying that the remainder of his infiltration team was there.
"Team Two in position," Izuku called in, there was a beat of silence, before Wei called in,
"Team One in position. Be ready to move, we'll have thirty seconds before the backup generator is cut so move fast."
Izuku sent back to clicks over the headset signifying that he understood,
"City is cutting power in three…two…one…" The lights surrounding the compound went off all at once, along with all of the lights from the street and buildings surrounding the large complex. Their surveillance of the building had revealed security camera's and motion sensors around the perimeter of the outer wall of the building, and further thermal imaging had indicated the likelihood of a backup generator for the compound. While they would eventually be discovered, in his brief time with the unit, Izuku had come to rely on any advantage in combat, regardless of how long that advantage was held. One never knew what might turn the tide of a battle.
The moment the lights to the compound were off, Izuku and his team were up and running. They covered the ground to the compound in a flash, and Greengrass positioned himself against the wall and helped Rosthein, Martin, and then Izuku up the wall. Before falling over to the other side, Izuku leaned down, and wrapped a hand around Greengrass' forearm and hefted him up. As one, the two fell to the ground and had their rifles up.
"Team One is in," Wei said into the mic in a low tone,
"Team Two in position," Izuku announced, equally as quiet.
"Move," Wei ordered and Izuku flashed a hand sign for the team to begin their infiltration. The team moved in unison, moving quickly and quietly into the compound. Stacking up in front of the door in front of them, Martin gripped the panel, and slid it open far enough for Izuku to enter. Just as his foot passed into the compound, the lights in the building suddenly came back on, meaning the backup generator had been turned back on.
Izuku had barely passed into the house when a fusuma to Izuku's right slid open, and a man stepped into the hallway. He barely had time to do more than look shocked at the sudden intruder, before Izuku dropped him with two quick squeezes of the trigger. The carbine released two soft barks, muffled somewhat by the silencer on the barrel. The man stumbled, before collapsing against the door jam, two holes in the center of his chest. Izuku quickly scrambled into the hall, putting another round into the forehead of the downed man, before he shoved open the fusuma. Inside the other room was just a pair of cots, one of which was still occupied. Jolted awake by the sound of the fighting, the man in the cot groggily got up and Izuku placed two rounds into his chest as well. The man didn't even have the time to fully sit up, before Izuku's shots had downed him, and he was quickly laying in a pool of his own blood.
Having cleared the room, Izuku stepped back into the hall, before nodding at the other men gathered there. Gesturing for Rosthein to take point, the silently took the position with rest of the team clearing behind him. Going from room to room, they slowly cleared their way through the building. They ran into minimal resistance between their entry and when they cleared through the center of the house. They were just passing by a potted plant when Rosthein ordered a soft halt to the procession.
Turning, the former SAS member pointed silently at the plant, it was somewhat off center, which by its nature wouldn't have been unusual, but given the fact that they knew there was an underground passage somewhere, it was worth taking a look. Stepping over, Izuku picked up the pot, which did nothing, so he pressed down lightly on the panels of wood under the plant. One of panels sunk into the shelf, and there was a click. Placing the plant on the floor, he stepped back as the shelf sunk into the wall, revealing a passageway with a set of stairs descending into a sub-basement.
Sharing a look with his team, Izuku pressed his mic in quick succession, sending two clicks over the frequency. He received two back, confirming that Wei got his message to rendezvous on Izuku's location. With a signal, Greengrass and Izuku covered the entrance, and Rosthein and Martin covered the two directions in the hallway. A series of clicks over the radio told them that the first team was coming around the corner, and Martin lowered his weapon as the second team came around the corner.
Wei marched over to Midoriya and tapped him on the shoulder. He pointed down the staircase, and Wei tapped him once more on the shoulder, and Izuku stood up. Before taking the point position and descending down the stairs, with the rest of the team coming behind him. Near the bottom of the stairs, he felt Smith come up and flank him. As one the both took cover on the corner of the stairs, and brought their carbines up to cover both directions of the hallway below them. His side was clear so he reached out and tapped Smith, who tapped back. With the signal that both sides of the hall were clear, he stepped down into the hall.
Unlike the halls in the compound above, the basement was clearly a far more modern facility. The halls were lined with marble floors, and metal ceilings.
"Comms check," Wei said over the mic, and Izuku shot a gloved thumbs up over his shoulder, "Team One will take the west hall, Team Two, take the East. If you find the girl, call it in."
"Check," Izuku said before taking the lead down the hall. They'd barely made into the adjacent hallway before sirens started wailing and a red flashing light appeared above them,
"Nice while it lasted," Martin muttered,
"Get down!" Izuku rumbled, pushing the Canadian out of the way as he dove backward. Greengrass fell to the ground beside him, and Rosthein dropped flat to the floor, just in time to avoid a flurry of what looked like needles get thrown through the air.
"Contact!" Rosthein shouted, as he opened up on something down the hall.
"We need to get out this corridor!" Izuku thundered, as he threw rounds down range at a spiky-haired man at the end of the hall. He was pulling strands of hair free from his head and was throwing the strands as though they were sharpened needles down the hall. He wasn't sure who was the one to get him in the end, but the man throwing the needles was struck in the chest, and fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
From the end of the hall three other men appeared, whatever their quirks were, they were clearly not combat oriented because they were carrying assault rifles in their arms.
"Martin! Door! Three O'Clock!" Greengrass barked, as he pushed off the wall, and dropped onto the floor beside Rosthein. Hefting his Z-88 Light Machine Gun into position, he began putting down a steady stream of fire in the direction of the men charging down the hall. Two of them managed to get out the way, but the third got crossed up and his mistake cost him his life. Six bullets ripped into his arms, legs, and chest, and he was torn to ribbons.
Even as Greengrass was barking out to him, Martin was already in the process of kicking the door beside him in. Seeing nobody inside, he quickly moved into the room and checked his corners, before waving Izuku through. Pushing off the wall, he sprinted across the small hallway, clapping Rosthein over the shoulder as he did so. Once through the door frame, he watched as the larger operator stood up, clapping Greengrass on the shoulder as he did so, before running through the door himself. With the third man clear, he propped himself up against the doorjamb, and tried to flatten himself, against it, and make himself appear as small as possible. Poking just enough of himself around the corner so that his weapon and body were free, laying down his own stream of fire he called out to the last operator in the hall.
"Greenie! Go!" Stopping his firing, Greengrass stood up, hefting his large weapon with relative ease, and slowly advanced up the corridor. Tucking himself into the alley in front of another door, he nodded at Izuku who nodded back. Doing a mental count of the bullets he'd expended, he realized that he was empty. Replacing the magazine, he exited the room, and with his weapon held at the ready, he quick-stepped down the hall, with Greengrass covering him from his little cavern.
One of the Yakuza poked his head around the corner, investigating the sudden lack of shooting from down the hall, only to drop to the floor when Izuku put a round through his forehead. Stacking up in the small cavern directly across from Greengrass, Izuku peeked down the hall in the direction the man he'd just killed had come from. There was nobody else down that way, and when he motioned to Greengrass, he signaled back that there was one more his way, but that he couldn't see. Motioning to the door behind Greengrass as Martin came up behind him, Izuku told him to begin searching the room behind him. They didn't know what room the girl was in, and while she wasn't the primary objective, Izuku would be damned if he let the girl suffer in this place a moment longer.
Feeling someone squeezed his elbow, Izuku recognized that Rosthein was behind him and saw as Martin was in place behind Greengrass. Updating Rosthein quickly on the situation, the man nodded, before gesturing with his head to the door behind them. Looking back, then at his fellow operator, Izuku nodded his head. Standing back, he waited until the moment that Rosthein had kicked in the door. The second the door was open, Izuku was through and scanning for targets, but there were none. The bark of a shotgun told him that the other room wasn't quite so empty. Regrouping outside, Izuku saw that it wasn't inside the room where they'd had trouble, but that the third Yakuza had finally shown his face.
"Dumb cunt tried to sneak up on us while our backs were turned," Martin said with a snort, "Serves him dunn'it?" The Australian grinned toothily and Izuku just chuckled, before gesturing to the two halls,
"I'm not overly fond of the idea of splitting up here, how about you guys?" He said,
"Dumb idea," Rosthein said, his eyes narrow,
"Agreed," Martin and Greengrass chimed in at the same time, and Izuku just nodded.
"Martin take point, we go room to room. Clear everything and kill anything that gets in the way." He ordered,
"What do you think the chances are that Overhaul took the kid and ran for the hills?" Greengrass asked as Martin took the point and began leading the way down the hall.
"I'd rather not think about it," Rosthein admitted,
"Keep it on mission boys," Izuku said, even though deep down, he was beginning to think that the man might have had a point.
BREAK
Then went about clearing the subbasement one room at a time. They would stack up on a door, kick it in, wait to see if anyone fired out before rushing through. If they were feeling particularly anxious about something, they toss a stunner through the door first, but as they were sitting at a limited supply of the things, Izuku didn't want to use all of them up until he absolutely needed to.
For ten minutes this went on. Kick down a door. Fight the occupant if there was one. Clear the room. Rinse and repeat. Izuku was beginning to seriously believe that Overhaul had managed to escape. They had very seriously underestimated the scope of the underground complex. They'd only gotten confirmation that it existed, but couldn't get a clear picture of the sheer scale of the labyrinth beneath.
"Contact! Need assistance on my location!" Wei hollered over the comms, and Izuku could hear the firing of rifles in the background before there an explosion rocked the entire facility. Checking the tac map on the device on his forearm, Izuku gave a hand signal to his team and turned and took off at a run,
"En route! What're we looking at?" He called into the mic as he brought his rifle to bear and brought down a yakuza who burst around a corner and tried to throw a fireball in Izuku's direction. Not breaking stride, Izuku was already passing the body as he was falling to the ground.
"Overhaul!" Wei called out, "He transformed! I don't know what's happening but he's-" Wei was cut off and he grunted in pain before static overcame the mic. Redoubling his run, Izuku sprinted through the facility, his legs churning as fast as he could pump them. Checking the map on his forearm, he took a sudden left through a slightly singed doorway and entered into a large and open chamber. Izuku couldn't think of a use for a room as large as it was, because it must have been the size of a full city block.
The ground was made of a kind of hard stone, but there were large pale white spikes that seemed as though they were growing straight out of the ground. Off to the far side, Izuku could see Smith crouched over a prone form on the ground, and was injecting a needle into its side and Izuku knew that it had to be Wei. On the other side of the room, Izuku could see Acharya taking cover behind one of the spikes, his rifle lay in one hand and the other was wrapped protectively around the small girl from the briefing. In the center of the room, standing in the midst of a group of spikes, was what Izuku thought had to be Overhaul. Only he was a fair bit different from the images they'd seen previously. For starters, Izuku could not remember the man having four arms. He also didn't remember the two additional arms being made of a red, clay-like substance.
"Get to Acharya and get the girl out of here, now!" Izuku called out and Martin immediately complied. Taking off at a sprint in the direction of a nearby spike, Izuku was just in time to avoid a mass of spikes speeding in his direction. Coming up in a crouch behind a nearby pillar, Izuku leveled his rifle and let out a burst of fire in the direction of Overhaul, but he spun and a wall of rocky earth materialized in the path of the bullets which impacted worthlessly against the wall.
"YOU'RE RUINING EVERYTHING!" Overhaul roared, and Izuku only barely managed to scramble out of the way of another flurry of spikes.
"YOU WON'T TAKE HER AWAY!" Another flurry of concrete and earth, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT SHE'S CAPABLE OF!"
He tried to throw a wave of his constructs at Martin and Acharya who were trying to get the girl out of the room, but was forced to back down and protect himself when the grenade thrown by Rosthein went off. The wall of earth around him exploded, and shrapnel was thrown every which way. Izuku fired another volley of shots in the direction of monster, who let out an ear-splitting roar and leapt in the direction of Martin, who only narrowly avoided a wild swipe from the claws of the creature by diving to the ground, and his shotgun was sent careening away from him. Pulling his sidearm, Martin stopped Overhaul's next attempt at an attack and forced him to summon another wall to block the hail of fire sent his way. Taking the opportunity, Izuku tried to light up the man's flank, but he shot a hand out in Izuku's direction, the ground beneath him shook. Diving out of the away, Izuku wasn't quite fast enough to avoid the spike coming out of the ground which grazed his chest, but the brunt of the attack was blocked by the armor of his flak jacket, but the impact was enough to throw him harshly to the ground.
"Smith!" Izuku called out over the radio, as he and the others kept Overhaul pinned under a constant barrage of fire, "What the hell are we dealing with here?"
"I have no idea!" Smith called out, "But don't let him touch you! He got hold of Wei and took his damn arm off in a second!"
"Touch?" Izuku muttered to himself, as he loosed a flashing from his belt and hurled in the man's direction. A pillar of earthen material rose out of the ground and effortlessly batted the weapon away, which exploded harmlessly nowhere near its intended target.
"His hands then, it must be how he's controlling his quirk, and if he can control all matter, then its not out of the realm of possibility that he'd be able to completely tear apart a person on the atomic level,"
"Now is not the time for this shit bonsai!" Greengrass hollered,
"Aim for the hands!" Izuku hollered, "They're how he uses his quirk!"
"Easier said than done kid!" Rosthein shouted back, as he scrambled away from another triage of spoken earth.
Izuku thought back to the psych profile that had been written up on Overhaul, as well as the dossier that he helped put together on the man. He was a high-functioning sociopath. The type to believe that all others were beneath him, that only he alone knew what was best. Not just for those around him, but for all of humanity. He had an ego, and was hubristic to the extreme. It was then that Izuku began to understand. He understood why the girl, Eri, was being kept here. Why Overhaul was fighting so hard to protect her.
He was using the girl to create the quirk-erasing bullets. He was going to use them to try and return the world to the way it had been before quirks. It was why he was creating such a vast network of arms dealers and distribution networks. He needed a way to move his product to as many hands as he could, so that his man-made virus could spread as widely as possible. All of that meant that Overhaul was exceptionally confident in himself, and while he was normally a very rational thinker, his anger had taken over him, and he was reacting rather than acting, and while his reaction time was good, Izuku was willing to bet that his was better.
Izuku could work with that, but the plan he was forming didn't come without risk. He just needed to get the man close.
"Got an idea," Izuku said into the mic, "Just follow my lead and take the opening when you get it. Just try not to miss and hit me, will ya?"
"Wait," Smith said, "Midoriya what are"-
"A little ironic, isn't it Chisaki?" Izuku called out suddenly, over Smith's question. There was a click from his weapon as his magazine went dry. He was down to his last magazine, but it hardly mattered at this point, not for what he had planned. He threw his rifle to the ground and drew his sidearm.
"You're trying to make the whole world quirkless, and here you are, part of the sickness you want to eradicate."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU SAYING?!" Overhaul roared.
"I'm saying you're a hypocrite," Izuku called out, "You think quirks are a plague on society, a weakness, but you rely on yours like a crutch. What does that make you? More importantly, what does that make us?"
"BE QUIET!" He roared, and Izuku grunted as he had to avoid another wave of earthen hell.
"I mean, I guess you kind of proved your own point huh?" Izuku called out, "You think quirks make people weak and sick, and here you are, unable to kill of a group of quirkless nobodies."
"WHAT?" Overhaul thundered,
"That's right," Rosthein said from behind his cover, "There's not a quirk between us,"
"Not a great look for you pal," Greengrass chimed in,
"SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" Overhaul cried out, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, NONE OF YOU UNDERSTAND!" Izuku took that moment to stand up and make a very obvious attempt at changing his cover, and Overhaul turned in his direction,
"BUT I'LL MAKE YOU!" He thundered, and leapt at Izuku, his claws extended in a desperate attempt to rip him limb from limb, or even worse. Smiling in triumph, as he felt the monster fly at him, Izuku suddenly dropped flat to the ground, rotating mid-air so he landed on his back with his pistol raised. pulling the trigger four times Overhaul only had the time to block the last two shots. The bullets tore into his chest and Overhaul let out a choked gasp as he fell to the ground.
The other operator's had not been idle either. As soon Overhaul had leapt at Izuku, they'd been moving. As the bullets from Izuku's pistol found purchase, Both Rosthein and Greengrass came to a sliding stop, they weapons level, and as Overhaul fell from the air, stunned by Izuku's sudden attack, the other two opened fire themselves. Overhaul was caught in a hailstorm of fire, as munitions tore through him. With a dull 'THUD' Overhaul's body fell to the floor of the room. Blood pooling around him, as his essence of life flowed freely.
Breathing heavily, Izuku hauled himself to his feet and slowly approached the fallen Yakuza leader, his pistol held at the ready and pointed at the prone form. With careful steps, he approached the fallen monster, but Overhaul wasn't moving. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see that his teammates were also approaching slowly. Kneeling beside the body, Izuku couldn't help but feel slightly revolted by the sight. It was one of the ugliest scenes Izuku had ever been privy to. Kai Chisaki's already grotesque form, looked even worse, ridden as it was. His chest had been torn open completely, and Izuku could make out the shredded remains of his internal organs through the cavity in the man's chest. There wasn't an inch of the man that had been spared from the onslaught.
It felt like a fruitless exercise, but Izuku had learned a long time ago to never take chances where these super-powered quirk users were concerned. Placing his fingers agains the pulse point of his neck, Izuku was relieved to feel that there was nothing there. Keying in his mic back to headquarters, Izuku let out a weary breath,
"Team Two to Hightower, objective secure."
AN: Hey there! If this is your first time reading one of my stories, welcome and I hope you enjoyed yourself. If you're one of my regulars, welcome back! This idea has been rattling around in my head for quite some time, but I didn't have a real story to go along with it. Still, I couldn't get the idea out of my head, so I decided to put this one-shot together. I'm sure you have plenty of questions so I'll put more information below for those of you who are interested in the greater world that this idea spawned. Like I said, I didn't have a real story to make behind this, but if this seems like it's popular, I might try and put something together in the future. Hope you enjoyed the ride, and had some fun with some senseless violence and sheer brutality. If you enjoyed this, but haven't read any of my other work, give them a read and see if you enjoy them. Stay safe, safe healthy, and thanks for reading.
BIO FOR TASK FORCE 247 AND ITS MEMBERS
Task Force 247 was created in response to the growing threat of organized villain activity, as well as the growing complacency of professional heroes. Created and operated by the United Nations, Task Force 247 is a multi-national counter-terrorism and villainy unit. It's members come from multiple nations, and are all quirkless. The UN wanted the group to be as separated from the hero community as possible, and so it scouts its members out of the 20% of the population that does not have a superpower.
Izuku Midoriya: 25 years old. When it was discovered that he did not possess a quirk, Izuku was subject to painful discrimination and his mother moved the pair of them out of Japan to live with Izuku's father in the United States. He was a smart kid, did well in school, but still felt lost. All his life he'd wanted to be a hero, but without a quirk he was told that it was an impossible reality. Between the wide-spread discrimination and his realization that modern heroes cared more about popularity and sponsorship deals than actually helping people, he felt lost. Upon his eighteenth he was approached by a military recruiter. Lost and looking to find himself, Izuku signed up for military service, and found that he enjoyed it. Joining the Army Rangers when he was just over 20, he was quickly scouted and brought into the Task Force where has been ever since.
Zhang Wei: 30 years old and born in Beijing he is a former member of the Chinese Night Tigers, and he is the team leader of Task 247.
Aarav Acharya: 28 years old and born in Jaipur, he is a former member of the Para Commandos, and is a specialized intelligence officer.
Johannes Greengrass: 32 years old, born in Bremen, Germany, he is a member of Germany's Kommando Spezialkräfte, and is a heavy ordinance and explosive ordinance officer.
Jeremiah Rosthein: 25 years old and born in Manchester, England. Former member of the Special Air Service, no clear specialization.
Greg Martin: 27 years old and born in Perth. Former member of the Special Air Service Regiment, no clear specialization.
Oliver Smith: 24 years old and born in Saskatoon, Canada, he was a former member of Canada's elite Joint Task Force 2. Long range specialist.