Luna-Chan: Chapter 2, here we come.

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The room was filled with silence. Yami listened, but could only hear the calm, steady breathing of his hikari. Quietly and

elegantly, he came from the Millenium Puzzle. For a moment, he just stood there, looking down at the sleeping innocent.

Sighing, the yami slowly turned and exited the room. Creeping quietly down the steps, missing the ones that creak, Yami

grabbed his black leather jacket off the back of the chair. Unlocking and opening the door, he looked back once more, then

silently left the small house. Once outside, he glanced around the area. No one seemed to be out this late. Looking at his

watch, he smirked to himself. It was obvious no one was out. It was 2:36 am. He made a face at his being late and quickly

pulled his jacket on, zipping it up. Stuffing his hands in his coat-pockets, he hurried down the street, towards town. Once

in the small city, he looked around. Running across the street, he backed into an alley. A hand fell upon his shoulder.

Spinning around, he rolled his eyes at a dark figure in a black trench coat.

Figure: You're late.

Yami: I know, I know. But I'm here now. What d'ya want done this time?

The figure turns a little to the left and motions for Yami to follow, without a word. Yami walks as though he'd been down

the strip many times. Soon, they came to a small clearing littered with garbage, boxes and other nasty things. Cigarette

smoke curled from a shadowed corner. A shine of silver caught Yami's eye.

Yami: Alright, what do I do?

Shadowy figure (....what?): Tonight, I only want a simple job done. Nothing more, nothing less. Your task isn't hard.

Yami: And I thought you had a challenge for me.

SF: That will come later. What you must do, is find out how many security guards are on duty tonight, where they are and

where they go, what their shifts are and any other emergency security alarms.

Yami frowned a little.

Yami: What about the security alerts? I mean, that place must be loaded with'em.

SF: We have that all figured out. Don't worry about it. Just do your work.

Yami shook his head a little, but shrugged anyways.

Yami: Whatever you say.

Taking off his clothes, Yami reveiled a tight, black cloth suit with a covered every part of him except his eyes and the bridge of

his nose. Nodding to the others, he put night-vision goggles on, and scaled the fence of Kaiba Corp.

### INSIDE KAIBA CORPORATIONS ###

"Sir, the security systems all seem to be down.. I don't know what's going on. The technitions say someones hacked into the

programs... but.. that's impossible... isn't it?"

Guards ran down halls and stairways of the large industrial building. All were armed with guns, tasers and other weaponry.

Seto Kaiba sat up in his office, hands folded on his desk and staring out the dark window. He knew this would happen one

day. The day he'd have to fight back for his earnings. The intercom turned on and he listened. A scowl wore on his face as

he listened. He answered darkly..

Seto: Near impossible... it is quite possible.. but it'd have to be done.. professionally... Turn on the emergency security.

.. I have a feeling we'll be getting a visitor or two tonight..

Soon, every doorway, window and possible entrance was sealed and guarded and had security systems on it - except the

ventilation air ducts. Cool air passed through easily and was directed to different rooms. Each room had at least one vent.

Some rooms had six.

### OUTSIDE THE BUILDING ###

Yami jumped easily down from his half-way mark of the inside of the fence. Glancing sharply around, he motioned to the

others on the opposite side of the fence. Nodding, they tossed a black bag over the top of the fence. Yami caught it easily.

Throwing the bag over his shoulder, he made his way across the yard carefully. Covering himself behind parked vans, trucks

and what-have-you, the spirit finally made it over to the building. Securing the bag on his back, Yami crept around to the

front entrance. As he did so, he talked to himself,

Yami(Whispering to himself): Why do they never suspect the front door? Jeez...

Two guards with large guns and beating clubs stood at the entrance, looking around. Yami stopped in mid-step, eyes widening.

Quickly backing up, he calmed himself for a minute.

Yami(whispering to himself): Whoa.. or not.. almost ran into that one..... Another way.. I need another.. Bingo.

His eyes had gone skyward, then down to the ground and along the buildings sides. There was the ticket. A vent. Kneeling

down beside the small caged entrance, he opened the bag, selecting a silent, automatic screw-driver. Twisting off the

screws, he carefully slipped off the cover and set it aside in the bushes. Pushing the bag in ahead of him, Yami slid into

the air duct. Moving along carefully, Yami found his first intersection. Pulling out a digital map, he attached it to the

side of the panel. Soon, a 3D map of the air system showed up on the little black graphing screen. A red dot showed where

he was at the moment. The heart of the company, the main computer, was set right in the middle. Yami smirked. This was going

to be easy.. Maybe a little too easy. Taking up an identical moniter, he studied the screen, then the 'road' that lay

ahead of him. Carefully picking his way down, he made it to the entrance where he'd recently been expecting to go through.

Looking down at the guards, he carefully opened the vent and hung his head down. Acting like a modern day Spiderman, he

pulled his head back and lowered his self down, so quietly, a pin could be heard to be dropped. Reaching behind him, he

found his gun and clicked a silencer onto a sniper. The guards heard the click and whirled around. Before they could even lift their guns,

Yami shot them both twice in the chest, making no more sound than a footstep. The bodies fell to the ground on top of each

other. Another guard that had been rounding a corner for a shift change, noticed the bodies and Yami and shot the slasher in the shoulder a couple times. Spinning around, Yami shot him too, watching the body fall to the floor. Blood slowly oozed down his chest as he watched. Touching his wound with his fingertips, he sighed. Yet another mistake made. Shaking his head of it, Yami continued on his procedure. Jumping up, he grabbed the bag and lifted it back to his shoulder. Pressing a button on a small phone, he whispered,

Yami: I'm in.

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Luna-Chan: Ok, there's the second chapter.. personally.. I think that this chapter beat the first by far.. very far...