Disclaimer: Burst Angel is the exclusive property of Gonzo and this fanfic is not ment to take any claim of the series from the production company. I claim only this fanfic and the characters listed at the end of each chapter.

Undercover

"Genocide Angels. Genocide Demons." Justice repeats, watching the expression on Meg's face grow even more surprised. "You're getting it now, aren't you? ONE and ZERO. Two halves to the same coin, knowing next to nothing of eachother, yet working on mirror projects. It's oddly amusing, isn't it?" she smirks, turning to watch the girl.

"Oh gods, Justice. Are you giving her that binary and coin speech already?" Silver's gruff voice comes from the doorway Onimusha had disappeared into. "Pay her no mind, Meg. That's the speech she gives to all newbies." Justice begins laughing.

"Besides, if the Angels are as bad as that, what do you think the Demons'd be like?" she nods, sheathing her scimitar and looks down onto the moving ocean below her. "I wonder what hell is like?"

"Goddamn, Justice!" Silver slams a fist into the railing beside him, causing Meg to nearly jump away. "You always look for some excuse to get yourself killed!"

"W-wait..." Meg steps away now, looking between them. "You're suicidal, and you're alright with it?" both nod. "You're crazy..." Silver nods again, and Justice just shrugs.

"You've got to be crazy to become part of ONE willingly." Justice says, drawing a hearty laugh and nod from Silver.

"Yes, you've got that right." he turns to watch over the water and lock his eyes onto the horizon.

"You're sure, Commander?" Onimusha asks, his eyes locked to the screen infront of him. He'd just been given the most disturbing order of his entire life. "They are..."

"Yes, the two are. Dispose of them as soon as you get the chance." the Commander nods, his voice stern and a bit rough from his many years of military service.

"What about the third?" This caused him to pause, and the Commander noted that Onimusha tried to steady himself for a shock he expected.

"The third is an asset. Let the third one live." a deep sigh of relief comes from the ship-board man as the news is given. "And Onimusha."

"Yes, Commander?"

"Report to the Eastern Base after the job is finished. You'll be recieving a promotion for this."

"Onimusha out." severing the link to his Commander without acknowledging his order, Onimusha was trying to hold himself together. Slowly the man turns away from the comm channel, his body wracking with a pain he'd long thought he was over, his right hand twitching. Closing his eyes tightly, the man falls into the chair again and mentally orders his arm to obey him. "Things can go from bad to worse in only moments..." he whispers, finally getting his hand under control. Reopening his eyes he takes a deep breath before pushing himself to his feet to deliver the news to his companions.

The dining area of the ship was an elegant place, in much better condition than the rest of the ship for some reason. Meg was seated between Onimusha and Silver, staring down at their food. Chicken wings. The four of them were seated around a square table, the large pile of wings in the center with a rotating circle of dipping sauces around the platter of wings. Onimusha reaches up with one of his already bitten into wings and dips it into a thing of ranch, causing Meg to look at the other two to see if they even knew he was doing that.

"Man, that's nasty." she says softly, drawing Justice's finally un-covered look from over the platter of wings. Her eyes were, and now Meg could see why she wore the fabric over her eyes, pools of absolute black, not even veins or a pupil visible. It seemed only Silver was the only one with normal eyes, if you could call silver irises normal. Silver grins and grabs a handful of the wings and drops them onto Meg's plate.

"Eat. We're all family here." he says, drawing a nod from Justice, who'd looked back down to the ring of sauces and spins it, causing Onimusha's target of ranch to move infront of Meg, and his wing dips into some gravy. He didn't even notice it until the wing was already in his mouth. Justice smirks at Onimusha's glare and dips her own into the 'onion ring sauce' that none of the three were able to name correctly.

"Your fault for not paying attention, Onimusha." Justice brings the wing to her mouth, and the apparent leader of the trio tosses his gravy-wing onto the girl's plate.

"You eat it. And you." Onimusha turns to Meg. "Eat. We can't have you dying of hunger when we haven't even begun the job."

"Huh? Job? What do you mean?" Meg asks, her hand halfway to her plate.

"Is that what the Commander wanted with you?" Silver doesn't even look at the others as he spins the rotating ring so he'd have access to his gravy. "What're we going to do this time?"

"Revolution and Blade are alive." he says simply. Justice drops the gravy-covered wing and turns her neck to stare at him.

"Revolution?" Meg was lost here. She'd heard about Blade, but Revolution? Nodding, Onimusha begins to explain.

"Blade, Ion, and Revolution were... are... a part of ONE East's HAS teams. It seems the trade of them and us is still supposed to go through. Ion is the only one that's dead from their team, it seems, and they need a new heavy. I think that's why we were told to get Meg here." he had to be hiding something. Most people would be at least a little excited that their allies are alive, yet Onimusha seemed a bit grim to Meg. She knew something was up, but wasn't able to voice her suspicion before Justice cut in.

"And ONE wants to bring Meg into the HAS teams on a pair of people that don't even know her. She's not a Heavy. I'd say she's more of a Speed." the black-eyed woman says, turning back to her food. Meg again opened her mouth, but Onimusha turns towards her and shakes his head.

"Eat. That's an order." of all the times for his arm to pick to act up, this was one of the worst times because he had a handful of wings. The limb spasms, his elbow jerking towards Meg and the food is sent flying onto the floor of the room. "Silver, I need you to help with this." Onimusha orders the man, who rises up and takes a swig of his water before following after the leader, leaving Meg and Justice alone.

"What the hell was that about?" Meg asks, but the other wouldn't answer. She only spoke one phrase, and it was completely unexpected. The ring of sauces was spun around, a dark blue container with picante sauce in it stopped infront of the girl.

"Dare ya to eat it with salsa." and that was the first time Meg'd seen an honest smile of friendship from any of the three.

A fortnight passes, Onimusha's attitude only worsening as they drew closer to Central America. 'At least one thing comes out of this.' Meg says to herself silently. 'They don't seem as proper anymore since they've discarded the suits.' and it was true. Sure, Justice took on a more solomn look with a dark veil over her eyes and the robe covering her body. Meg couldn't understand why she wore black. Silver was enjoying himself, at least. The man had taken on more of a tourist look, even going so far as to have a camera hanging around his neck as well as the usual tourist stereo-typical hawaiian shirt and shorts, sunglasses, and hat. Looking around Meg couldn't find Onimusha, and hadn't seen him since that morning. As they drew closer to the Panama Canal, that was when Onimusha finally appeared. His dress was much differant than Meg'd expected. She wasn't thinking he'd go as a military man, much less was she expecting what he told her, nor what he threw her way.

"Our guise is an American Army and Air Force couple on leave, and this ship is a recent home outting purchase." he explains as Meg unrolls the airforce uniform. "I am Colonel John Black, and you are Staff Sergeant Maria Black." he says, the Canal finally coming into view. "Those two are your brother and his fiance, Maxwell and Sarah Willard." she nods, understanding, but not liking the arrangements too much. Sure, she could act, but an Air Force Staff Sergeant? Meg doubted she could pull that off. "We're meeting our contacts for Revolution and Blade tomorrow evening as old friends for dinner. If things go well, Revolution or Blade will be there themselves." This draws nods from the other two. Meg moves over to Onimusha and pulls him to the side.

"How long do we have to pretend to be married to eachother? And... we don't have to do anything, do we?" she was very concerned about this.

"Don't worry. I doubt that we'll need any of those things for it. If we need to, we only have to act it. Nothing beyond a kiss, and that's only if we must." this draws an alarmed look from Meg. "Don't worry. It shouldn't come to that. We can drop the act as soon as we meet the contacts."

OC intros:

Commander: The leader of ONE West.

Revolution: A high-ranking warrior of ONE. He is Ion and Blade's partner.