I own Weiss not!
It was half an hour before they all had to slide out of their façades and into the role of the assassins called
Weiss. While the others were trying up the loose ends, Morgan was sitting on her bed staring at the gear
she pulled out from the false bottom of her dresser. She nodded and put it on.
"Oi, Omi, you done yet? We need to go or we'll botch this mission," Yoji hovered over the young
bishonen.
"Hold on I've just got to.." he hit a few keys, "ok, we can go. Where's Morgan by the way?"
"I'm right here," Morgan stepped out of the shadow of the door way, seemingly materializing out of no
where. After getting over the initial creepyness of it all the room was doused in silence as the 4 older
assassins took in the sight of their new team mate.
Morgan had on a long sleeved leather cat suit, that hugged every curve of her body but did not
hinder her movement, with matching boots and gloves. On her right hand index finger she had on her full
finger claw ring and the top few layers of her hair were pulled into a bun held up by 2 silver hair sticks with
the rest cascading down her back in wild waves and curls. She shifted uncomfortably as the others studied
her and breathed a sigh of relief when Aya finally broke the silence.
"Time to set out. Me and Omi will be riding with Yoji and Morgan will ride with Ken until she gets her
own vehicle." Everyone nodded and headed to the garage.
Aya, Omi, and Yoji left first and Ken and Morgan had to wait 5 minutes before heading out. These
5 minutes were dominated by silence save Ken's few failed attempts to start conversation. Every time he
asked something he always got a short ad to the point answer in return, it was like trying to talk to Aya.
Finally the 5 minutes were up and Ken turned to Morgan with a helmet and mounted his bike.
"You ever ride one of these before?"
"Hn," was, of course, the only reply he got as Morgan strapped on the helmet and mounted behind him.
"Ok, hang on."
Ken didn't even wait for the reply he knew would never come and took off when he felt her arms tightly
wrapping around his waist. He was decently surprised at the way Morgan expertly leaned into the turns
with the bike as if she had done it a thousand times before. She didn't even tighten her grip on him when he
took the turns dangerously sharp.
Ken slowed the bike to a stop and motioned for Morgan to get off. He tapped his headset,
"Abyssinian, Balinese, Bombay. Siberian and Mau getting into position." He lean Morgan to a set of doors
that lead to a long metallic corridor where they would be in position to kill any and all who escaped Aya,
Yoji and Omi.
"Copy that Siberian," Aya.
"Copy," Omi.
"Ditto," Yoji.
Their boots echoed down the cold sterile hallway that held those unlucky enough to have become the lab
rats for the scientists that even hell would reject. Morgan and Ken took their positions a way down the
corridor from each other.
"Siberian in position," Ken's voice crackled over the head set in Morgan's ear.
Silence.
"..Mau?" Omi's voice inquired.
"In position."
"Yosh! Lets do this!" Yoji said in English with an accent so heavy it made Morgan snort.
"'Ey Yoji, I think you're the only one to ever get a rise out of Morgan-chan," Ken announced into the com
amused.
Yoji's laugh floated over the com and Morgan couldn't hold back.
"You…suck," her English, obviously, better than Yoji's.
Yoji laughed into the com again, "Yeah he does, but only on weekends," the heavy accent completely gone,
the flawless English suprising Morgan.
"Hey," Ken whined, "Stop making fun of me in a language I can't understand."
"We are on a mission," Aya's deep voiced snapped over the head set, silencing his team mates.
"….Right. Phase one, commence," Omi said, followed by a humming noise and then darkness, leaving our
assassins to rely only upon their reflexes.
Needless to say that all kicked a lot of ass, even Morgan and they all got back in their cars/bikes and
headed home because Liz-sama got bored with this chapter and wants to move on.
AN: ok ok, I know it took a long time to get this up and this chapter kinda sucks. But I also have to give
some credit to Publius Lupus with helping with a bit of this chapter (read his Fic Albus Crux) in English
class. (yes I go to school with him XD I bug him to death too pahaha) And please remember that this is one
of those fics that is going to take forEVER to develop the real story line so if you think it sucks now it'll get
better! I promise!
It was half an hour before they all had to slide out of their façades and into the role of the assassins called
Weiss. While the others were trying up the loose ends, Morgan was sitting on her bed staring at the gear
she pulled out from the false bottom of her dresser. She nodded and put it on.
"Oi, Omi, you done yet? We need to go or we'll botch this mission," Yoji hovered over the young
bishonen.
"Hold on I've just got to.." he hit a few keys, "ok, we can go. Where's Morgan by the way?"
"I'm right here," Morgan stepped out of the shadow of the door way, seemingly materializing out of no
where. After getting over the initial creepyness of it all the room was doused in silence as the 4 older
assassins took in the sight of their new team mate.
Morgan had on a long sleeved leather cat suit, that hugged every curve of her body but did not
hinder her movement, with matching boots and gloves. On her right hand index finger she had on her full
finger claw ring and the top few layers of her hair were pulled into a bun held up by 2 silver hair sticks with
the rest cascading down her back in wild waves and curls. She shifted uncomfortably as the others studied
her and breathed a sigh of relief when Aya finally broke the silence.
"Time to set out. Me and Omi will be riding with Yoji and Morgan will ride with Ken until she gets her
own vehicle." Everyone nodded and headed to the garage.
Aya, Omi, and Yoji left first and Ken and Morgan had to wait 5 minutes before heading out. These
5 minutes were dominated by silence save Ken's few failed attempts to start conversation. Every time he
asked something he always got a short ad to the point answer in return, it was like trying to talk to Aya.
Finally the 5 minutes were up and Ken turned to Morgan with a helmet and mounted his bike.
"You ever ride one of these before?"
"Hn," was, of course, the only reply he got as Morgan strapped on the helmet and mounted behind him.
"Ok, hang on."
Ken didn't even wait for the reply he knew would never come and took off when he felt her arms tightly
wrapping around his waist. He was decently surprised at the way Morgan expertly leaned into the turns
with the bike as if she had done it a thousand times before. She didn't even tighten her grip on him when he
took the turns dangerously sharp.
Ken slowed the bike to a stop and motioned for Morgan to get off. He tapped his headset,
"Abyssinian, Balinese, Bombay. Siberian and Mau getting into position." He lean Morgan to a set of doors
that lead to a long metallic corridor where they would be in position to kill any and all who escaped Aya,
Yoji and Omi.
"Copy that Siberian," Aya.
"Copy," Omi.
"Ditto," Yoji.
Their boots echoed down the cold sterile hallway that held those unlucky enough to have become the lab
rats for the scientists that even hell would reject. Morgan and Ken took their positions a way down the
corridor from each other.
"Siberian in position," Ken's voice crackled over the head set in Morgan's ear.
Silence.
"..Mau?" Omi's voice inquired.
"In position."
"Yosh! Lets do this!" Yoji said in English with an accent so heavy it made Morgan snort.
"'Ey Yoji, I think you're the only one to ever get a rise out of Morgan-chan," Ken announced into the com
amused.
Yoji's laugh floated over the com and Morgan couldn't hold back.
"You…suck," her English, obviously, better than Yoji's.
Yoji laughed into the com again, "Yeah he does, but only on weekends," the heavy accent completely gone,
the flawless English suprising Morgan.
"Hey," Ken whined, "Stop making fun of me in a language I can't understand."
"We are on a mission," Aya's deep voiced snapped over the head set, silencing his team mates.
"….Right. Phase one, commence," Omi said, followed by a humming noise and then darkness, leaving our
assassins to rely only upon their reflexes.
Needless to say that all kicked a lot of ass, even Morgan and they all got back in their cars/bikes and
headed home because Liz-sama got bored with this chapter and wants to move on.
AN: ok ok, I know it took a long time to get this up and this chapter kinda sucks. But I also have to give
some credit to Publius Lupus with helping with a bit of this chapter (read his Fic Albus Crux) in English
class. (yes I go to school with him XD I bug him to death too pahaha) And please remember that this is one
of those fics that is going to take forEVER to develop the real story line so if you think it sucks now it'll get
better! I promise!