Ayashi no Yuugi
Prologue
Five boys in their teens walked quietly down the hall, a serious look on their faces, guns in hand and ready to fire. There were no words spoken except for the occasional command from the blank faced boy with messy brown hair and icy cold Prussian blue eyes. They came to a heavy metal door, and the boy with the brown hair that fell over his face, covering one emerald green eye quickly slid a card through a slot and punched in a few codes. The door slid open, and they came face to face with over one hundred guns, hammer cocked and aimed at their chests. The boys froze and a smirking man in a commander's uniform stepped forward, gun leveled at the leader.
"So you're the Gundum Pilots. I'm quite disappointed in the five of you. I expected better from the deadliest boys in the colonies and earthsphere," the man said, and his smirk turned cruel. "Drop your weapons."
The five boys exchanged resigned looks and turned on the safety and dropped their guns. The man lowered his gun and made a motion with his hand. Almost immediately, the soldiers were on the boys, and fifteen minutes later, five unconscious and battered teens were slung over broad shoulders and taken to the prison cells, where they were unceremoniously dumped on the cold and slightly damp concrete floor.
The boy with the braid was the first to waken. Wincing, he studied his friends, and breathed a quiet sigh of relief when he found that they had a few broken bones, bruises and cuts, but other than that, fine. He tucked his hands into his pockets and came up with a black stick about half a centimeter in diameter and four inches long with the letters CSA inscribed on it in red and four buttons, colored red, grey, silver, and gold.
He pressed the silver button and said quietly, "This is Shinigami, requesting back up for mission X-498. All pilots seem to be in the same condition, a few broken bones, sprained ankle or wrist, sporting multiple bruises and cuts, all currently unconscious. We can't get out without help, and I sure as hell am not leaving them here to rot."
There was a quiet blip and a feminine voice answered, "Request granted. Contacting Agents 07 Cosmos and 08 Gaia. Estimated arrival time, 1600 hours."
The boy growled in frustration and shoved the communicator into his pocket and closed his eyes in an attempt to find sleep. The CSA was sending their best, but time from point of contact to point of departure took time, as did getting from point of departure to the point arrival. Cosmos and Gaia weren't going to get there anytime soon, so he and the pilots were stuck in the OZ dungeon for the time being.