I know this part's long, but suck it up or you'll miss out! Seriously! Important plot…um…stuff….yeah…..
Mario burst into a dark corridor with the other smashers following him. His pace was quick as he hurried down the hall and kicked through another set of doors. They led to an even darker, more open room. The only way you could tell the size of the place was by the echoing of the foot steps. Mario walked to a certain point, small lights lighting his path as he walked.
"This is-a your fault!" he shouted. He held up the Halo 3 disk. "Luigi is dead because of you!" Dark eyes peered through the blackness, making the smashers uneasy, even Mario.
"He died in the line a duty," a cold yet calm voice. It sent shivers done several spines. "It happens."
"It went-a to far!"
"Give me the disk, Mario," Mario took a step back.
"N-no!" he stuttered. "Our agreement!"
"Of coarse," there was a snap of two fingers. More lights appeared, lighting the path for a lone Koopa Trooper. He scurried over to the smashers with a suit case and handed in to them, and then retreated into the darkness. Kirby took it and opened the case full of cash. The smashers gathered around. "Now, what belongs to me…" Mario ignored him. He went in to grab a handful of money. The flash of a blade caused him to freeze. It stopped with in centimeters of his throat. The others jumped back.
"Shall we kill them, master?" a slightly accented voice asked politely. Fox prepared for a fight, Link drew his sword and sheild as the two stood back to back. They felt/heard stomping coming towards them from the darkness. Another light flipped on. Bowser was a few feet away from the other smashers. Samus readied her gun, Kirby and Yoshi also prepared. The cracking of knuckles cought their attention as another light switched on. Captain Falcon was loosening up. The brothers stood of against one another. The cold voice laughed.
"No, no, that won't be necessary, Marth," said the voice. Another light came on. Marth had Mario in a one way stand off. Mario looked worried with his guard off. "The disk, Mario." Mario reached for the desk and tossed it into the darkness. An unseen person caught it. Marth sheathed his sword and retreated next to the darkness, as did Falcon. Bowser jumped back and disappeared. The other smashers eased up. Now only one dark spot remain in the center of a circle of light. Marth and Falcon stood on either side. "Thank you, Mario. My regrets to your brother."
"So how's it feel to be a dog, Marth?" Fox asked. Marth glared at him. Fox kept one hand ready for his blaster.
"You tell me," Marth replied.
"Gentlemen, please!" said the icy voice. "We are, after all, on the same team here. Ever since we formed this plan, it's as if you've taken sides."
"We're not one of your dogs," Samus said.
"And we're not sell outs, you ungrateful bastards," Falcon said.
"That's enough…"
"What'd he do, throw you a bone to roll over like that?" mocked Samus.
"What's it like to be ridden by a fox for three hours?" Falcon snapped.
"ENOUGH!" the voice shouted. It regained its former cool. "We will not succeed if we argue like this. Now, for whatever reason we're here, we're hear. Let's put those reasons aside for now and focus." Two hands clapped, and a squad of waddle-dees hurried into the chamber. The past up the smashers and hurried over to the dark area. The disk slipped out of the darkness and handed it to one of the tiny soldiers. They hurried out again, knowing their task. "To did a good job today, Mario. You and your team. Was there any resistance?"
"A little," Mario admitted. "This-a one kid attacked us in an attempt to get it back-a."
"But we took care of him," Fox said with a devilish grin.
"Did you…?" mused the voice. "Well, that's good to hear. Go and rest easy, and await another assignment from me. You know our next target." The smashers turned and left the chamber. Marth and Falcon stayed behind. The doors slammed shut. "Meet me in Surveillance." The dark spot vanished. Falcon and Marth walked to one side of the room still shadowed. Lights popped on as they walked. Falcon could tell Marth was uneasy about something. They came to an elevator and stepped inside together. The doors closed and the elevator headed down.
"What is it?" Falcon asked with out looking at Marth.
"This seems…too easy…" he replied. "I have a bad feeling about this." The elevator came to a stop. The doors opened and they stepped out into a room surrounded by cameras galore. Koopas, waddle-dee and a few space pirates to over look things hurried about to make sure everything was running smoothly and the building was intruder-free. Countless monitors were being watched, and endless code was being used to make sure everything worked. Marth and Falcon made their way to the center were a dark figure stood over seeing the process. As they walked, a space pirate bumped into Falcon. Flacon pushed him back into a wall with little effort. He slammed into it and slid down, dropping the clip board he was carrying. Marth kicked a waddle-dee out of his way as the approached the dark figure.
"I had the camera koopa put in place where your companions acquired the disk," said the figure in the same icy cold voice from the room above. "It would seem they did indeed face resistance." The huge monitor in front of them replayed the smashers fight against Jordo. Marth and Falcon watched with little interest.
"It would seem they faced a shinobie of no significant skill," Marth yawned.
"Indeed…"
"Honestly, I don't think he's anything to worry about," Marth said.
"Maybe…" their master was thinking, so they let him. The buzz of the room became louder and louder as time passed. A Pirate yelled at a waddle-dee in a grunting language, and the waddle-dee coward at his feet. The tape played over and over again. Then it finally stopped onto one frame. It was Jordo sitting at on the ground with Chuck next to him. Jordo was making a phone call. After a long time, their master spoke. "Falcon,"
"Sir?"
"Dispose of that one," an arm reached out and pointed to Jordo.
"Sir? Is that necessary? He couldn't even take down one of the smashers,"
"I feel he might become a problem if he is left alive," their boss said. "Do it quickly, please."
"Yeah, okay," Falcon said. "I could use some exercise anyways." He walked away and exited through a different door. Math stayed with the ghostly man.
"This bothers you too, Marth?"
"No, not this one," Marth said. "It's nothing, sir."