Chapter 15- Booby Traps and Ninja Burger
"Huh? Sounds like no ones home....." Moore said. "This is the..." He glanced at the address, "...ah ...that explains quite a lot, I'm at the wrong fricken address. *sigh* should've made sure earlier.." He takes out his map. "...That'd be out in the country...I'll use Hanzos trick"
He pushed himself off the door and went into a runner's stance facing the direction he wanted to head.
3...2...1..
His body burst into flames and his body became a blur as it darted off into the distance.
"With this I should make pretty good time"
He arrived in a few minutes, he dusted off his scorched clothes and jumped from tree-to tree towards the house managing to avoid some traps except for an explosive one.
Oh....... nuts.
The trap exploded sending him flying in low orbit toward the cottage, before he landed he grabbed onto a tree branch and pulled himself up triggering a spike trap which drove itself through his left leg.
It's.....not.... a lot... of pain... bear it....
"JEEEZUS CHRIST!!!!!"
Moore pulled out the spike and put it back into its position, he fell from the tree and landed heavily on his now bleeding leg.
"This is not my day"
He caught sight of the half-wolf beast sitting in front of the cottage, he limped up to a hopefully trap free tree and made his way to the side.
"Oh jeez another wolf, half human to boot"
He moved slowly and awkwardly through the trees and got to the door on the right side of the house and he knocked several times.
C'mon open up already.
He wrapped a bandage he had in his pack around his wound and put out the small fire on his hair.
This better be worth my while.
*******
After a while and a bunch of noises from traps going off below. Gorion noticed that they were heading for a cottage.
"Hmm well I will go ahead of them to that cottage and hover there for a bit. Just in case they might need me. Well I can observe them. So I can figure out what the hell is going on."
Then while he waits. He taps on the sleeve of his jacket and a small vidscreen appears.
"Hello," Fred said.
"Hi Fred I would like to make a call."
"To whom."
"A place that can deliver food in the air. I am starving."
"Let me guess you used teleport one too many times again."
"Well...it was not my fault."
"It is always your fault."
"But it really was not my fault this time!"
"That is what you always say."
"Just shut up and get me the food please."
"Ok I will call your usual place."
"Hmm if my day job at the police agency paid better I would not have had to start up this detective agency. Then I would not have met Fred. Nice guy but he is a bit annoying at times."
"It is on the way here. I will send it to you when it gets here."
"Thanks."
*******
Shortly after Gorion had finished his call, he felt a tap on the shoulder. Whirling around to see who it is, Gorion encountered.... a ninja. From Ninja burger, to be exact. The Ninja bowed deeply and handed Gorion his bags of food.
"One Samurai Chicken Sandwich, One Double Ninja Burger, One Onion Death Blossom, and a Large French Fries of Our Ancestors. That will be 20000 Yen." Gorion handed the masked ninja the money, who then bowed, and disappeared in a flash of smoke.
*******
Derian walked into "MegaRamen", a popular noodle joint on the East Side of MegaTokyo. The restaurant was run by the family of two members of the Kimiko Army, twin brothers Chan and Wang How. Their mother, Tokomo, was KA sympathizer. Good thing to, they needed her to sign the permission slips so her 16-year old sons could be issued their firearms.
Mrs. How greeted Derian as he entered the restaurant.
"Welcome, Hatcheter-san," she said, with a small bow. "Would you like something to eat?"
"Thank you, no, I just need to pick up some equipment."
"Of course. I'm glad you are watching these recent incidents. MegaTokyo is a reckless place."
Derian laughed. "It is, isn't it? Still, I wouldn't trade it for anyplace else."
"Neither would I," she said with a smile. She led him through the kitchen, into a walk-in refrigerator. Lifting a box of cucumbers, she tapped a code into a small keypad. The back wall slid away, revealing a large storeroom.
"Thank you," Derian said, stepping into the room.
"Let me know if I or my sons can do anything else for you." With that, she returned to her work.
Derian entered the storeroom. More of a weapons locker, really, one of many they had throughout the city. While the Kimiko Army was officially disbanded, they kept their resources and infrastructure hidden. They were 'underground', you could say, waiting until other Idol needed protection, or rescuing, again.
Derian sat down at a computer, booting the Athalon to check the latest status reports:
Scattered reports of werewolf activity; arguments, fights, and general irritability.
Several Mihotists raves had been canceled, with no official reason. A rebellion in their council, a purge, or did somebody forget to pay those electric bills again?
The Nagasaki Rockets won tonight, pulling within three points of Derian's team in the JHL standings.
Finally, it seemed there were agitators on the city forums. A link to a message was sent to Derian:
From Crsh667
Time: 9pm EST
Post # 1
In need of assassin/omnipotent authors or anybody with reasonable power/skill
Job: Will fill in later
Pay: Depending on outcome. Will pay in anything, even beer
-Thank you
-Crash667
-P.S. You will get a quick background check, and then given the address.
P.P.S. No vibrating sheep of doom please
For now, there were two bites. One from an "ACDragonMaster", the second from a "Koryorto." Derian did a quick check on those names. The first brought up virtually nothing. Apparently, another foreigner who had recently come to town. The second...
"Oh, boy." Moore was back in town. He had been quite helpful during the CoM incident. Derian could only hope that his intentions were as honorable this time around, 'cause he knew he couldn't handle him if he was up to no good.
No, he told himself, he fights evil across multiple realities, or something like that. He'll keep his nose clean.
Now as long as he doesn't lead any more extra-dimensional foes into MegaTokyo...
Derian picked up a telephone and called the arcade.
"Pierre here."
"Pierre, this is Hatch. You've seen this request for assassins and omnipotent authors, right?"
"Yes, I sent that to you. And before you ask, I've already traced the info from the original message."
"And?"
"No ID on this Crash667. They're either new here, or using anonymous info. However, we were able to trace the IP it came from. It belongs to someone called 'Spacy'. There's little info about him, but we do know he's a werewolf. No info if he's with the council or not.
"By the way, did you see that Nagasaki won?"
"Yes, you sent me that, also," Derian answered.
"Oh, right. What are you going to do now?"
"Check this Spacy fellow out."
"All right. I'll keep you posted on any new developments."
"Thanks Pierre."
Derian hung up the phone and shut off the computer. He grabbed a bag of his gear that he had stored here, just for an occasion like this. It contained a full set of hockey pads, which doubled for him as armor.
He quickly strapped on the knee/shin pads. Under his baggy jeans, they wouldn't be noticeable. He put the chest protect, shoulder and elbow pads, and the helmet and gloves into a large backpack.
Derian grabbed a pair of enforcers off of a shelf, and shoulder holsters for each of them. He opened a locked drawer, and pulled out four clips of silver bullets.
He put on his jacket, and was about to sling on his backpack when the phone rang.
"This is Hatcheter."
"Hatch-san, this is Ishi. I've been monitoring the police radios, and found something interesting."
"What is it?" Derian asked my KA subordinate.
"Two werewolves have been found dead on the south side of town. Shot with silver bullets."
"Could it be a coincidence?" Derian asked.
"Possibly, but I doubt it. The cops say they can't find any shell casings at the scene. Either someone was using a revolver, or they're very thorough."
"That could be BGMaster."
"How do you know?"
"I don't, but both of those scenarios sound like the type of 'style' he would go for. I'll head down there, he may be hanging around the area."
"Okay. Take one of the radios, so we can keep in touch with you."
"You got it."
Derian walked to the back of the storeroom. There, conveniently, was a Kawasaki motorcycle. Opening the back door, he pushed it into the alley. He started the engine, and pulled out onto the street.
Once on the street, he popped up on the back wheel, rapidly speeding toward his destination, with style (he hoped).
The fighting had already started. Derian was going to stop it. If he couldn't do that, he sure wasn't going to be left out of it.
*******
The two werewolves never had a chance. Alek watched as BGMaster ducked a massive swing from one and put a round into its chest. Silver ammo and hollow tip by the look of the damage.
The second creature caught one between his eyes a second later.
Again Alek found myself wondering why he was here. BG didn't need his help. The other one however, Kitty... he wasn't so sure about.
Alek blinked and his vision zoomed back in to normal level. Hadn't even let him get a shot off.
There was a faint half-sound off to his right, among a forest of antennas further back on the roof, just before a third of the creatures exploded out of the shadows within. Claws outstretched, teeth bared, golden yellow eyes glowing, the werewolf came straight for him at speed that should have been impossible for its size.
It was nearly upon Alek as its arms closed like a steel trap around... nothing. The werewolf, suddenly devoid of a solid object to kill its momentum, kept going for several more feet before skidding along the gravel on the roof. Alek was standing behind it, arms folded, wind catching his coat and throwing it back to reveal the sniper rifle in one hand and the shoulder rigs for the two Deagles he was wearing.
The thing snarled and stood to face him. At its full height, it stood well over his head -and he's not short either. Gods this thing was huge.
All the better. Alek grinned.
"Nice try. My turn."
The thing snarled again and stepped forward to swing a massive clawed hand at Alek, which he caught in mid air with right arm, stopping its force cold. Before it can even register Alek's action, he sidestepped and jerked its arm around, flipping it over his shoulder in a roll that ended with a crunch as its arm broke.
The beast was howling in pain, not that Alek was listening. He was listening to three other figures -he wasn't sure if they were werewolves or humans, he couldn't tell over the noise this one was making- climbing up the fire escape ladder on the side of the building.
"Sounds like your friends are coming. Too bad they won't find much of you." Alek smiled coldly at the spark of fear in the creature's eye as he drew one of the Deagles.
He fired the silver hollowtip at point blank range and caught the shell casing before it hit the ground. No evidence and the gun was unregistered. Untraceable.
By the time whatever it was reached the top of the ladder, Alek was five buildings away and fading fast into the darkening night. The ability to jump twelve meters straight up was something he had learned to use to full advantage. That and the augmented strength that allowed it made him wonder why he even pretended to be human. Because anyone who had ever seen him in a fight would tell you that he was definitely something else. Too bad they never realize how right they are until it's too late.
Alek stopped atop a roof several blocks ahead of BG and Kitty and walked over to the edge to try and get his bearings. Despite his working for the CoM, he was still unfamiliar with this city. And it always seemed to be changing. He had been told reality was fluid here, he just wasn't sure he believed it just yet.
A Kawasaki crotch-rocket sped by below him, headed back the way he had come. Alek figured he'd better head back as well. They'd done werewolves, but the bike might be someone important. And he still had a few questions for BG...
"Huh? Sounds like no ones home....." Moore said. "This is the..." He glanced at the address, "...ah ...that explains quite a lot, I'm at the wrong fricken address. *sigh* should've made sure earlier.." He takes out his map. "...That'd be out in the country...I'll use Hanzos trick"
He pushed himself off the door and went into a runner's stance facing the direction he wanted to head.
3...2...1..
His body burst into flames and his body became a blur as it darted off into the distance.
"With this I should make pretty good time"
He arrived in a few minutes, he dusted off his scorched clothes and jumped from tree-to tree towards the house managing to avoid some traps except for an explosive one.
Oh....... nuts.
The trap exploded sending him flying in low orbit toward the cottage, before he landed he grabbed onto a tree branch and pulled himself up triggering a spike trap which drove itself through his left leg.
It's.....not.... a lot... of pain... bear it....
"JEEEZUS CHRIST!!!!!"
Moore pulled out the spike and put it back into its position, he fell from the tree and landed heavily on his now bleeding leg.
"This is not my day"
He caught sight of the half-wolf beast sitting in front of the cottage, he limped up to a hopefully trap free tree and made his way to the side.
"Oh jeez another wolf, half human to boot"
He moved slowly and awkwardly through the trees and got to the door on the right side of the house and he knocked several times.
C'mon open up already.
He wrapped a bandage he had in his pack around his wound and put out the small fire on his hair.
This better be worth my while.
"Hmm well I will go ahead of them to that cottage and hover there for a bit. Just in case they might need me. Well I can observe them. So I can figure out what the hell is going on."
Then while he waits. He taps on the sleeve of his jacket and a small vidscreen appears.
"Hello," Fred said.
"Hi Fred I would like to make a call."
"To whom."
"A place that can deliver food in the air. I am starving."
"Let me guess you used teleport one too many times again."
"Well...it was not my fault."
"It is always your fault."
"But it really was not my fault this time!"
"That is what you always say."
"Just shut up and get me the food please."
"Ok I will call your usual place."
"Hmm if my day job at the police agency paid better I would not have had to start up this detective agency. Then I would not have met Fred. Nice guy but he is a bit annoying at times."
"It is on the way here. I will send it to you when it gets here."
"Thanks."
"One Samurai Chicken Sandwich, One Double Ninja Burger, One Onion Death Blossom, and a Large French Fries of Our Ancestors. That will be 20000 Yen." Gorion handed the masked ninja the money, who then bowed, and disappeared in a flash of smoke.
Mrs. How greeted Derian as he entered the restaurant.
"Welcome, Hatcheter-san," she said, with a small bow. "Would you like something to eat?"
"Thank you, no, I just need to pick up some equipment."
"Of course. I'm glad you are watching these recent incidents. MegaTokyo is a reckless place."
Derian laughed. "It is, isn't it? Still, I wouldn't trade it for anyplace else."
"Neither would I," she said with a smile. She led him through the kitchen, into a walk-in refrigerator. Lifting a box of cucumbers, she tapped a code into a small keypad. The back wall slid away, revealing a large storeroom.
"Thank you," Derian said, stepping into the room.
"Let me know if I or my sons can do anything else for you." With that, she returned to her work.
Derian entered the storeroom. More of a weapons locker, really, one of many they had throughout the city. While the Kimiko Army was officially disbanded, they kept their resources and infrastructure hidden. They were 'underground', you could say, waiting until other Idol needed protection, or rescuing, again.
Derian sat down at a computer, booting the Athalon to check the latest status reports:
Scattered reports of werewolf activity; arguments, fights, and general irritability.
Several Mihotists raves had been canceled, with no official reason. A rebellion in their council, a purge, or did somebody forget to pay those electric bills again?
The Nagasaki Rockets won tonight, pulling within three points of Derian's team in the JHL standings.
Finally, it seemed there were agitators on the city forums. A link to a message was sent to Derian:
From Crsh667
Time: 9pm EST
Post # 1
In need of assassin/omnipotent authors or anybody with reasonable power/skill
Job: Will fill in later
Pay: Depending on outcome. Will pay in anything, even beer
-Thank you
-Crash667
-P.S. You will get a quick background check, and then given the address.
P.P.S. No vibrating sheep of doom please
For now, there were two bites. One from an "ACDragonMaster", the second from a "Koryorto." Derian did a quick check on those names. The first brought up virtually nothing. Apparently, another foreigner who had recently come to town. The second...
"Oh, boy." Moore was back in town. He had been quite helpful during the CoM incident. Derian could only hope that his intentions were as honorable this time around, 'cause he knew he couldn't handle him if he was up to no good.
No, he told himself, he fights evil across multiple realities, or something like that. He'll keep his nose clean.
Now as long as he doesn't lead any more extra-dimensional foes into MegaTokyo...
Derian picked up a telephone and called the arcade.
"Pierre here."
"Pierre, this is Hatch. You've seen this request for assassins and omnipotent authors, right?"
"Yes, I sent that to you. And before you ask, I've already traced the info from the original message."
"And?"
"No ID on this Crash667. They're either new here, or using anonymous info. However, we were able to trace the IP it came from. It belongs to someone called 'Spacy'. There's little info about him, but we do know he's a werewolf. No info if he's with the council or not.
"By the way, did you see that Nagasaki won?"
"Yes, you sent me that, also," Derian answered.
"Oh, right. What are you going to do now?"
"Check this Spacy fellow out."
"All right. I'll keep you posted on any new developments."
"Thanks Pierre."
Derian hung up the phone and shut off the computer. He grabbed a bag of his gear that he had stored here, just for an occasion like this. It contained a full set of hockey pads, which doubled for him as armor.
He quickly strapped on the knee/shin pads. Under his baggy jeans, they wouldn't be noticeable. He put the chest protect, shoulder and elbow pads, and the helmet and gloves into a large backpack.
Derian grabbed a pair of enforcers off of a shelf, and shoulder holsters for each of them. He opened a locked drawer, and pulled out four clips of silver bullets.
He put on his jacket, and was about to sling on his backpack when the phone rang.
"This is Hatcheter."
"Hatch-san, this is Ishi. I've been monitoring the police radios, and found something interesting."
"What is it?" Derian asked my KA subordinate.
"Two werewolves have been found dead on the south side of town. Shot with silver bullets."
"Could it be a coincidence?" Derian asked.
"Possibly, but I doubt it. The cops say they can't find any shell casings at the scene. Either someone was using a revolver, or they're very thorough."
"That could be BGMaster."
"How do you know?"
"I don't, but both of those scenarios sound like the type of 'style' he would go for. I'll head down there, he may be hanging around the area."
"Okay. Take one of the radios, so we can keep in touch with you."
"You got it."
Derian walked to the back of the storeroom. There, conveniently, was a Kawasaki motorcycle. Opening the back door, he pushed it into the alley. He started the engine, and pulled out onto the street.
Once on the street, he popped up on the back wheel, rapidly speeding toward his destination, with style (he hoped).
The fighting had already started. Derian was going to stop it. If he couldn't do that, he sure wasn't going to be left out of it.
The second creature caught one between his eyes a second later.
Again Alek found myself wondering why he was here. BG didn't need his help. The other one however, Kitty... he wasn't so sure about.
Alek blinked and his vision zoomed back in to normal level. Hadn't even let him get a shot off.
There was a faint half-sound off to his right, among a forest of antennas further back on the roof, just before a third of the creatures exploded out of the shadows within. Claws outstretched, teeth bared, golden yellow eyes glowing, the werewolf came straight for him at speed that should have been impossible for its size.
It was nearly upon Alek as its arms closed like a steel trap around... nothing. The werewolf, suddenly devoid of a solid object to kill its momentum, kept going for several more feet before skidding along the gravel on the roof. Alek was standing behind it, arms folded, wind catching his coat and throwing it back to reveal the sniper rifle in one hand and the shoulder rigs for the two Deagles he was wearing.
The thing snarled and stood to face him. At its full height, it stood well over his head -and he's not short either. Gods this thing was huge.
All the better. Alek grinned.
"Nice try. My turn."
The thing snarled again and stepped forward to swing a massive clawed hand at Alek, which he caught in mid air with right arm, stopping its force cold. Before it can even register Alek's action, he sidestepped and jerked its arm around, flipping it over his shoulder in a roll that ended with a crunch as its arm broke.
The beast was howling in pain, not that Alek was listening. He was listening to three other figures -he wasn't sure if they were werewolves or humans, he couldn't tell over the noise this one was making- climbing up the fire escape ladder on the side of the building.
"Sounds like your friends are coming. Too bad they won't find much of you." Alek smiled coldly at the spark of fear in the creature's eye as he drew one of the Deagles.
He fired the silver hollowtip at point blank range and caught the shell casing before it hit the ground. No evidence and the gun was unregistered. Untraceable.
By the time whatever it was reached the top of the ladder, Alek was five buildings away and fading fast into the darkening night. The ability to jump twelve meters straight up was something he had learned to use to full advantage. That and the augmented strength that allowed it made him wonder why he even pretended to be human. Because anyone who had ever seen him in a fight would tell you that he was definitely something else. Too bad they never realize how right they are until it's too late.
Alek stopped atop a roof several blocks ahead of BG and Kitty and walked over to the edge to try and get his bearings. Despite his working for the CoM, he was still unfamiliar with this city. And it always seemed to be changing. He had been told reality was fluid here, he just wasn't sure he believed it just yet.
A Kawasaki crotch-rocket sped by below him, headed back the way he had come. Alek figured he'd better head back as well. They'd done werewolves, but the bike might be someone important. And he still had a few questions for BG...