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The Lady of the Night and the Mystery Continent
3
Cassedy walked through a tunnel. She was in a large building. It was the main operations and training facilities in Daresold Machin. She walked closer and closer to the mission objective. She must seek out the one called Zidane, and eliminate him. She didn't want to do this. She had killed many in the past, but none she knew. She knew his name, what he looked like, where he lived, and other important things about him. How could she, Cassedy Wright, kill this Zidane Tribal? How she would do this, she did not know. But one thing was for sure, she wouldn't get in deep with this man. How very wrong she was...
Cassedy made towards a large room. Grunts, blasts, and clangs were coming from it. The training room. Where a person would be trained in martial arts, gun handling, samurai training, and explosive and potentially deadly "assassins" weapons training. Cassedy walked in. she was unaware of the attacker, but she stopped a dart from resting in her skull. The attacker walked up. "Hello Cassedy." "Hello Artemis," she said with a British accent, "how are you doing?" "I'm fine. Still keen on those reflexes, eh? Nice block. I suppose they'll want you to kill Zidane. He escaped and I guess you're the best we have." He said with a smile. "What?! He escaped? How? When? Where's he going now?" she almost screamed. "Calm down. If anyone can find him its you, I know it. Relax. He's heading somewhere towards the Lamanta." "The Lamanta! He'll be killed! How am I supposed to relax, when my target is going to the Turtle King?!" She said hysterically. "He's been known to get out of all sorts of trouble, and is a decent fighter. So just calm down, and take a rest." He said smiling. "You can calm down. As for me, I'm training for the battle at hand. I'll need some help too. You can come Artemis, and Raven and Jack. Go tell Jack. I'll talk to Raven." She walked off.
1 Hour Earlier
Zidane sat in a cell. He thought about his situation. Clearly he had seen too much or something. Why else would they hold him in a cell? He surveyed the cell. It was a large, cylindrical room. He spotted a small butter knife on a table. He grabbed it and stuck it in his pocket. He sat, thinking, for a while. How can I get out of here? He thought. He stood up and called to the guard. "Hey! Come here real quick!" he called to him. "What are you up to?" the guard said moving closer to him. Now is the time to use the butter knife, he thought. He grabbed the guard's arm and stabbed his neck. Zidane grabbed the keys and unlocked his cell. He searched the guard for any weapons. He found one of things the killers had, a gun he thought they had called it. He put it away in his pocket and found a knife. Now this is something he was used too! Zidane walked down a hallway and through a door. Where am I? He thought. He walked slowly behind some guys. They some of the gun-things too. He carefully and quietly grabbed one of the guys and slit his throat. Good, the other hasn't noticed, he thought. He grabbed the guy and stabbed him in the chest. Although not before he let out a scream. "What was that?!" Zidane heard from around a corner. He ran away from the people. A man walked around the corner. He saw Zidane running from the bodies. "Get him!" he yelled. Both people started shooting. "What the hell is this?! Some sort of magic?!" he yelled, dodging gunfire. He jumped down an open chute, and slid down to a smaller room. He then heard something he had been dreading. An alarm. He had been reported as "escaped." "Damn!" he yelled. He ran towards the only door. He was in a city. It was dark, night of course, and raining. He stared at the flashing lights and many people on the paved streets. He saw large, mechanical things driving around. A man walked up to him. He was wearing black leather clothes, and a helmet. "Hello Zidane. Welcome to Daresold." He said. He then shot Zidane in the arm. "Ahhg!" Zidane screamed. His vision was blurring. He began to totter in place. He fell on his side and slipped into unconsciousness.