Ronin by StevDown
Disclaimer: Don't own the X men, like I don't own the Swat Kats.
A figure crouched down in the darkness of the warehouse and swung a bag down off his back. His gloved hands working quickly and silently, his face braking into a grin under the cloth that covered his head and face, leaving his eyes visible which had a evil glee. He had hoped to find a large stockpile in this warehouse but this was better then he had dared to think. The warehouse was full of weapons that were going to be handed out including assault rifles, grenades and C4. Luck had smiled upon him when he had found the C4 because it had given him the perfect way to complete what he had came to do. The figure stood up, slung the bag over his shoulder and sets the timer for 6 minutes. Moving quickly but silently, he headed back to the window that he got in with after disabling the alarms. Three minutes later, our mysterious man in black stops at a junction box and picks up a small laptop computer that he had used to disable the CC cameras and disconnects it intending to leave no trace but one, his mark. As he runs he hears the explosion behind him and with that this mysterious solder of the night disappears.
Charles Xavier watched the TV thoughtfully as the reporter went on "An explosion occurred at this warehouse at the bayville docks. As police and fire-fighters arrived at the site and investigated, they found what appears to be a large cache of weapons being stored here." The cameraman zoomed in over the reporter's shoulder to show a blast crater in a wall blocked off with police tape. "It was later found out to belong to the friends of humanity. Several arrests have been made in conjunction with this but police will not confirm if the person known as Ronin was involved with the explosion or the incident that happened two days ago." Xavier switched off the TV, still deep in thought; two questions ran in his mind.
"Who is Ronin?" and "What is their agenda?"
Disclaimer: Don't own the X men, like I don't own the Swat Kats.
A figure crouched down in the darkness of the warehouse and swung a bag down off his back. His gloved hands working quickly and silently, his face braking into a grin under the cloth that covered his head and face, leaving his eyes visible which had a evil glee. He had hoped to find a large stockpile in this warehouse but this was better then he had dared to think. The warehouse was full of weapons that were going to be handed out including assault rifles, grenades and C4. Luck had smiled upon him when he had found the C4 because it had given him the perfect way to complete what he had came to do. The figure stood up, slung the bag over his shoulder and sets the timer for 6 minutes. Moving quickly but silently, he headed back to the window that he got in with after disabling the alarms. Three minutes later, our mysterious man in black stops at a junction box and picks up a small laptop computer that he had used to disable the CC cameras and disconnects it intending to leave no trace but one, his mark. As he runs he hears the explosion behind him and with that this mysterious solder of the night disappears.
Charles Xavier watched the TV thoughtfully as the reporter went on "An explosion occurred at this warehouse at the bayville docks. As police and fire-fighters arrived at the site and investigated, they found what appears to be a large cache of weapons being stored here." The cameraman zoomed in over the reporter's shoulder to show a blast crater in a wall blocked off with police tape. "It was later found out to belong to the friends of humanity. Several arrests have been made in conjunction with this but police will not confirm if the person known as Ronin was involved with the explosion or the incident that happened two days ago." Xavier switched off the TV, still deep in thought; two questions ran in his mind.
"Who is Ronin?" and "What is their agenda?"