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All characters and settings are strictly fictitious. Any relations will real-life situations are coincidental. I don't own Inuyasha or any of it's characters, but I do own this plot, and my own original characters. Settings may be real, but are set in a futuristic area, not meant to offend anyone from the areas mentioned. Characters may also be very OC, because I felt like it. Different situations require different attitudes. Any questions can be emailed or reviewed.
Thank you,
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Chapter 4: The WRS
The subway screeched to a halt at Tokyo's station, Sango jumping off quickly as soon as the door's opened wide enough. She looked around at the three people in the subway station. She walked over to a scantily clad woman.
" S'cuse me, could you-" Sango was cut off by the red head, who was putting on a thick layer of red lipstick.
" Sure, toots, I'm into anything... For a price." Sango shook her head.
" No, that's not what I'm asking... Is there any fighting up there?" Sango finished with a lengthy tone at the beginning. The woman shrugged.
" Course, lots of riots, especially near Jhon's goods. Them terrorists have big nuts to pull the stunts they do. I'd do them for free." Sango nodded with her eye brow raised, and walked away from the prostitute. She walked over to a ranting bum.
" Sir, could I ask you a question?" Sango asked, trying to catch the pacing man's attention.
" Those dreams, the whispering in my ear... My dear, the Divine twenty-three wants you, for I have seen it! Be wary, young lass, be wary." The man groped at her collar, bringing Sango down to his height. " They do experiments, I've seen them. The city beneath the crust... Be wary! Be wary!" The man let her go, and continued to rant to himself. Sango shook out her jacket, returning to it to it's crisp look. She walked to the stairs, not even bothering with the third man, who was drunk out of his mind.
As she walked up the stairs, Kohaku ran down them, stopping her.
" Hey, thought you were supposed to be raiding a warehouse. Going AWOL?" Sango chuckled, lightening the dark situation. Kohaku shook his head.
" No, not yet. We have a problem. An EMP field is stopping us from getting into the warehouse. They probably have it's generator in a large industrial building. We need that field down, so could you find it, and bring it down?" Kohaku asked. Sango yawned loudly.
" Sure, whatever. I'll ask the locals. Where did you tell the street people to go?" Sango asked, walking up the stairs with Kohaku.
" The Kappa bar, and the Free clinic." Kohaku answered. He waved a quick goodbye, and sped off down the street. He still runs fast, like when we were kids... Kappa bar... Ah, there it is! Sango quickly located the bar, and open the door. She looked up at the sigh. Please conceal all weapons from this point on. Sango chuckled, and simply walked down the cracked hallway. The bar was a sad retro version of the 90's, the main theme being red. There were wooden chairs and tables, flowers occasionally, and a pool table. The bar tender was a mech, serving beer quickly. Sango walked over to the bar, and put down a few yen on the table.
" Straight beer, double the ice." The bar tender nodded, and handed her the drink. Sango nodded her thanks, and sat down on a stool near the edge. She watched her surroundings as a man sat down beside her.
His hair was dark black, tied into a small dragon tail. He had dark sunglasses on his face, showing some of his violet eyes. He wore a strange purple glove with beads on his right hand, and tight black jeans. He had a heavy black jacket open on him, his muscular chest exposed. He leaned over to her.
" Do you know what would really look hot on you?" He started, leaning closer. Sango knew this deal a lot, she had been to bars MANY times before.
" No, what?" She asked, humoring the cute man. He smiled.
" Me, of course." Sango let out dry laughter.
" Pervert. You got guts though, I'll give you that." She stated, leaning back on the bar table casually. He laughed.
" Comes from being a pilot. You must know though, you're augmented. MEATC?" He asked, quickly ordering a beer. She nodded.
" And you?" Sango asked, turning to face him. He laughed.
" Same. I'm Kohaku's pilot. You're his sister, right? I've heard a lot about you, except for your name. May I be gifted with it?" Sango rolled her eyes again.
" Sango." She answered, taking a large gulp of her beer. He laughed, and chugged down his beer.
" My name is Miroku. Now that we've been acquainted... Wanna fuck?" Sango burst into laughter, confusing Miroku. "What, it's a completely legitimate question..." Sango shook her head.
" No, you pervert. But, I must say that you do look fuckable. And, if you want to keep those, I suggest removing your hand..." Sango threatened, her eyes locating Miroku's hand on her rear. He blinked, and felt pressure on his privates. He looked down, and found a stealth pistol there. He removed his hand slowly, and the gun withdrew into Sango's jacket.
" Feisty. You don't seem green, but I know you are. I could tell you things they don't at the academy... For the price of a kiss." Sango shook her head, taking another swig of beer.
" You tell me anything you know about a generator and the WRS, AND whatever you know that the academy won't tell me for a hug." Sango bargained, downing her drink. Miroku shook his head, very persistent.
" For a kiss. Just on the cheek, that's the deal." Sango let out a long sigh, and shrugged. Miroku turned his head. When she got close, he turned his head quickly and captured her lips with his, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Sango pulled away, and slapped his cheek. He smiled wide.
" Oh, was it ever worth it..." He mumbled happily. Sango popped a vein in her forehead.
" And the information?" She asked forcefully, her temper beginning to waver.
" Ah yes... Well, I don't know anything about the warehouse, but I can tell you a lot about..." Miroku motioned her in closer, and began to speak in a hushed tone. " Bunker 45." Sango made a noise of disappointment.
" Don't waste my time on bull-" Miroku stopped her sentence.
" But it's true. I worked there, just as a delivery man. They hired me 'cause I never asked any questions. Loads of military type weapons and closed in livestock trucks went in there... None of it ever came out. They do experiments, thousands of them with grey coloured scientists. And all the higher-up guards have grey skin, blue hair and eyes tattooed on the backs of their necks." Sango quickly logged down the information.
" Sounds a little farfetched... But believable, nonetheless. Anyway, I have to start searching for that generator or Kohaku will have my ass." Sango said, standing up. Miroku laughed.
" Do you think if I paid him, he'll lend it to me?" Sango slapped him upside the head (while laughing of course) and walked out of the bar, to the back of the Tae Hotel. She walked down a side street, and heard a strange noise.
" Come on, Kuranosuke, this isn't funny anymore. I thought we were just going to hang out." Sango investigated further, slipping into the alley way behind a large cardboard box.
" This is business. Mixo said today was business. Now get to work, bitch." Sango took this moment to appear directly behind the man who was pushing himself on a street woman. She tapped his shoulder.
" S'cuse me sir-" Sango quickly ducked as the man whipped around with a crowbar in his hand. He continued to swipe at her until she grabbed the crowbar and bent it into the shape of a butterfly. She tossed it aside. The man backed up to a wall.
" Get away from me you mechanical freak!" Sango's eyebrow twitched. She grabbed the man's neck and tossed him into the other wall.
" Listen here you little ass-wipe... I'm going to ask you a few simple questions. Depending on your answers, you might live. First question: Who's Mixo?" Sango asked, stepping on the man's chest.
" He runs the show with the WRS! You can't touch him, he's invisible, no one can trace him or get into his warehouse! He has the deals with the Shikon, the hoes, he owns the police!" Sango logged his information, and thought momentarily.
" Where is this, warehouse?" She asked, though she was very polite about it, completely contradicting with her former appeal.
" I'll never tell you!" Sango became angry once again, and kicked the man squarely across the face with her steel toed boot. The blood from his nose trickled onto the ground.
" Listen you little punk... You will tell me... And I'll give you 3 seconds to do it. 1..." Sango began loading her gun.
" It's at Osgood's! Please, don't shoot!" Sango stopped for a moment, her gun gleaming dangerously.
" How do you get in?" She asked, looking down at the man once again through her dark glasses.
" I don't know!"
" 2..." She sounded off, finishing loading her gun. The man screamed.
" I don't know! Please, I really-" Bang. The woman cowered into the corner. Sango wiped the blood off of her boot, and tucked away her gun. She lifted up a flood drain and popped the man in, closing it off.
" Miss, I suggest you head on home. Dangerous area 'round here." Sango smirked at the woman's hesitation, and simply walked towards the front of the alley-way, adjusting her dark glasses in the darkness. She turned the corner, and began walking towards the Tae Hotel once again. A MEATC soldier was standing there, his assault gun loaded in his hands. She went to open the door.
" Hold up, agent. We're waiting on a hostage specialists, there's a problem in the hotel." Sango smirked to herself.
" I'm your specialist. How many?" She asked, turning to the soldier. The light fixture on the landing was flickering, small moths buzzing around it. A single rat squealed by them, under the door.
" 3. Two upstairs, one holding the manager, Mr. Walli." Sango nodded, and opened the door. " Wait, shouldn't we-"
" We don't have time to wait. I'll deal with it." Lazy pieces of crap, can't even deal with a hostage situation. I better be getting paid for this... Sango thought as she crept through the hallway. Rats and garbage bags littered the corridors, and she was almost disgusted. Almost. She pulled out a katana from under her cloak at the top, the blade shimmering dangerously. She crept in. She saw the main manager, looking out from an open desk hole behind a wall and a closed door. She also noticed, that he was sweating.
She took note of her simple, yet grotesque surroundings. There was the Musashi flag in the corner, the edges tattered and covered in moths. The floor was slightly sticky, and rats feasted upon garbage bags near a broken elevator. She crept under the open hole, and chucked at rat at the doorway. Like she suspected, a WRS guard went to the door to check it out. She leapt through the hole, and easily beheaded the guard, tossing him back into the corner. The manager looked little better than a bum, though his blonde hair was neatly combed back.
" Thank you, but there's still more. They're guarding the stairs, though." Sango nodded, and quickly dodged through the corridor, into a broken elevator shaft. She began climbing, and found a small ledge, leaning in. She checked just about the floor level, and saw the terrorists. Both were facing her direction, though preoccupied with the hostages. Sango suddenly heard a strange creaking noise, followed by a harsh snap. She looked up, and saw the elevator speeding towards her. She ducked back into the ledge, and the elevator sped through, nearly taking off her chest. One terrorist came to check what had happened.
" Don't worry, the elevator just gave out." He said, turning back to his partner. They both turned to the hostages, who were still huddled in a corner. Sango crept up onto the floor, making almost no noise as she lurked towards them. A few slashes, and the hostages were safe. The man and the woman stood up slowly, shivering heavily.
" Listen, did they say anything that might be useful?" Sango asked, sliding her katana back into place. The man nodded.
" Yes, something about 66 dogs and 4 cats. I have no idea what it is, though. Thank you for saving us!" Sango nodded, and descended the stairs back to Mr. Walli.
" Thank-" Sango put her hand up.
" Cut the thanks, I really don't have the time. " Mr. Walli nodded, still shaken up. " And do something about the garbage and the rats, honestly, you'll catch the plague this way." Sango walked out of the junky hotel, and notified the officer of the change.
" I guess we didn't need that specialist anyway..." Sango chuckled to herself, but stopped when she heard a gunshot. She whipped around the corner to see a massive shoot-out taking place against the WRS. She picked up an assault gun from a fallen MEATC soldier and took fire, running through the crossfire. She dove behind some boxes, and continued to take out more and more of the retreating WRS. After the last one was shot down, she tossed the gun onto the ground, shaking out her cloak to rid herself of the dust. She then noticed that she had a single bullet lodged in her left leg, just above the kneecap.
" Damnit, I knew I felt something. Nanites don't let the pain through, I guess... Hey, would you look at that, a free clinic..." Sango muttered to herself, walking towards the clinic with a slight limp. As she entered, she noticed the change in scenery. Comfortable couches were lined against the grey walls with a few lamps here and there. She walked by two bums talking, and decided to listen in.
" The WRS is back, I can't believe it. Weren't they just a little group a long time ago, just the World Rebellion Secessionists? Now their shooting people, even the ones on their side. What is this world coming to?" The younger bum asked, coughing slightly. The older bum sighed.
" Who knows. It's the same wars, but now they can kill more people. This plague is just another weapon in a war where the street people and the common working folk are the only ones who will lose." Sango stood up from her seat at the couch, and walked in towards the middle of the clinic, having heard what she needed. She walked over to one of the doctors.
" I need something for my leg. What have you got?" She asked, pointing to her knee. The doctor blinked.
" Well, I'm not much of a mechanic myself, but the bots will do what you need, for 2000 yen." Sango dished out the cash quickly, having a nice little card she swiped from the main bank manager a VERY long time ago. " The code is 7896." Sango nodded, and walked over to a closed door, and punched in the code. The door slide open, and she sat on the table. A medical bot quickly began working on her leg, removing the bullet and patching up her knee. She quickly walked out, but not before stopping to ask some questions of another man, seated at a chair. He had lovely long, black hair and beautiful teeth.
" Excuse me, sir?" She asked, looking down at the man. He looked up.
" Who will help the grey fang?" Sango blinked, quickly double-taking on what he just asked.
" Wait, what?" The man was suddenly nervous, then returned to his cool demeanor.
" Sorry, I thought you were someone else. Carry on, miss agent." Sango nodded slowly and walked away, still slightly confused. She looked around outside, and spotted the same street woman she had saved earlier. She walked over to her.
" Hey, I thought I told you to-" The woman suddenly cut her off.
" I'm looking for a way into the Hoarders home, I'll be fine." Sango shook her head.
" Hold up. Who's the Hoarder?" The woman chuckled dryly as they walked along the dark street.
" Figured you'd be a huge customer. He's a weapon's dealer, but he's paranoid. He won't let you in unless you give the password 'Tag Toe'. Anyway, are you gonna follow me until I go home?" Sango laughed.
" Yes." The woman sighed, running a hand through her reddish-blonde hair.
" Alright, I'm going. My father owns the Tae Hotel." Sango pointed towards the hotel.
" I already took care of the hostage situation, and I'll told your dad to ditch the rats." The woman laughed, and ran off towards the hotel. Sango looked back towards an odd looking passageway that led to a steel door. She pressed a little button beside the door. A camera popped out and stared at her, making little buzzing noises.
" Password?" Sango almost laughed at the odd camera, and the way it swiveled to look at her.
" Tag Toe." The door creaked open, and Sango stepped inside, taking a lift down into the basement. She walked towards the door, and opened it wide, stepping inside an odd looking room. She heard a buzzing, but couldn't quite place it. She looked around, and found many weapons lined up beside a computer. She felt a small bug bite her. Smack! She crushed the little bug, and looked to see what it was. It appeared to be a flea.
" Ow... That wasn't nice! What do you want, anyway?" The flea complained. Sango blinked, and then burst into laughter.
" Too priceless... Well, just had to check the rumors. See ya." Sango laughed, and made to walk out the door.
" Wait! You have to help me!" Sango turned around, and stared at the little flea.
" What do you want?" She asked, taking a seat on a chair, putting her feet up on the desk. The flea came and sat on her shoulder.
" I am Myouga. Recently, I have located something that you may be interested in. Down in the sewers, there is a tunnel beside them, where some sort of government funded agency is operating. They took my friend, Erik the Smuggler, and have him captive there. Would you perhaps... Find him? I'll give you a big discount on the hardware, 45 percent! Please?" Sango sighed, and got up, taking the large key from Myouga.
" I'll find your friend. And it better not be a stray dog or something." Sango turned away, and walked out of the room, up the elevator and out into the streets once again...