*Russia: Volskaya Industries*
The Svyatogors stood guard over Russia and her people, their towering bodies symbolizes the unyielding will and might of the country, even the proud Zarya could not help but feel humbled at the sight of them.
"We will be landing in Volskaya Industries first, then we will brief you your roles for the parade" the political officer said.
"Is the security better than last time? We do not want another breach into the facility again"
"It has tripled since the attempt on Ms Volskaya's life"
With that they said no more as the helicopter lands on the landing pad where Katya Volskaya is already waiting for them in her usual white suit and surrounded by 4 new Mechs.
"Katya, so good to see you again" Zarya said, holding out her hand.
"It is good to see you too" Katya replied, shaking her hand.
"I see our Mech productions is going well" Zarya stated as she examines the entourage, noticing better armaments and armor compared to the previous model.
"Come, let us go to my office"
As they were leaving, Zarya paused for a moment as she thought she saw a trail of black smoke seeping from the container as the other helicopter lands.
The guards followed until they are outside of the office, 2 Mechs are positioned next to the Elevator while the other 2 are stationed outside the office.
Locking the door behind them, Katya remained silent as she flips on a few more switches. Zarya watched in interest as beams of light scanned the office, no doubt scanning for invisible intruders.
"Looks like we are clear, now we can talk" Katya said as she sat down behind her desk.
"Security has indeed improved here" Zarya said as she took a seat.
"State of the art scanners and walls, no one can hear anything from the outside and vice versa"
Zarya nodded, impressed at how much one would spend to keep themselves safe.
"How goes the war?"
"Harsh and cold, perfect for the men"
"How are my Mechs performing in combat compared to the other factories?"
"Far better, which they should... Given your sources..."
Katya stared at Zarya for a moment and glanced at the picture of her daughter on the table.
"I did what I had to do for Russia"
A slight tremble shook the floor but they both ignored it as it was common for slight vibrations as the Svyatogors shift or reposition themselves where they stood, but it reminded Zarya of the front.
"Why did you call me back? The army has already made the final push and I am not there with them"
"I need you to be part of my security during the parade"
"You seem to have enough protection already"
"Those can still be hacked by… Her… I need someone who is unhackable, someone who I can trust"
"I am a soldier, my place is with the army"
"You are not just a soldier, you are a hero"
"Is that why you hired me to chase after a spy? Because of your 'hero' fantasies?"
There was an awkward silence at those words, broken only by the clattering of a few objects in the room as the ground shook again.
"Machines and soldiers can be replaced, but heroes and symbols are legacies, you must recognize that we need a symbol here in Volskaya, with you alone you can inspire more men to work for us and produce more weapons to end this war"
"Enough, find yourself another bodyguard or poster girl, I'm going back to the front" Zarya said as she stood up and walked to the door.
"Wait! We are not done here" Katya shouted at her.
Zarya ignored her and open the door to find a skull staring back at her.
"Die"
She heard a loud bang and Katya screaming her name before she realize that she was thrown backwards a few feet from the door with the force of a shotgun. Then the pain came, so much that when she collapsed to the floor, she could only clutch her stomach as blood flow out of the wound, paralyzed by the pain.
"Katya Volskaya… There is no escaping this time" Reaper said triumphantly as he enters the room.
"Guards! Guards!" she shouted.
"They'll be too late by the time I'm done here" Reaper said, his Hellfire shotgun pointed at her heart.
He was about to pull the trigger when he felt someone grabbed his foot in a vice like grip. He looked down and saw that it was Zarya.
"Still alive? Impressive... Time to fix that" he growled, turning a barrel to her face.
"Not today" he heard Katya shout.
Before Reaper could react, a flash of light sent him flying out of the room, crashing through the wall in the process.
"W… What was that?" Zarya said weakly as Katya holstered her weapon.
"Mechs are not the only things we produce here, lets get you to the Emergency Room"
Wrapping an arm around her neck, they struggled out of her office, then they knew what happened to her guards as they witness a terrifying sight.
The corridor is filled with smoke and everywhere they looked has been blown apart by either plasma bolts or bullets and all 4 Mechs have been destroyed, their smoking husks are scattered around the room.
Looking through the ruined office, they saw Reaper's body slumped against a pillar next to the elevator.
They looked at each other before Zarya gave a nod of encouragement, there was no way he could have survived. But as they got closer, he looked up.
"Let's try that again…" he said before he vanished.
"Impossible" Katya breathed, quickly pulling out her weapon.
"Let's keep moving"
They are halfway through the corridor when they heard him again.
"Do not think you can survive this" Reaper laughed, his voice echoing around them in the black smoke.
Katya shot towards where she thought is the source of his voice, her weapon blew a massive hole in the wall.
Reaper laughed even louder.
"That weapon is troublesome, you will pay for shooting me with that"
"We need to move faster" Zarya groaned, her hand over her wound that is still seeping blood.
"Security, we need you up here now!" Katya shouted into a device outside the elevator.
"We are almost there Ms! A few more minutes" a flustered man replied.
"Then let's finish this before they come" Reaper growled as he materialized in front of them, still in his Wraith form but they could clearly see his arms spread out as he glides towards them, Hellfire shotguns formed from spiraling smoke.
Pointing her weapon directly at him, she shot another round but it sped right through him, blowing everything behind it's intended target into nothing as he inched closer to them, his red eyes are the only visible features in the cloud of smoke.
Katya's composure faltered, death has surely came for them.
"Go Katya, I'll hold him off!" Zarya said, shoving the CEO behind a water dispenser and picked up a table with her other arm as Reaper touched the floor with both feet, his weapons trained on them.
"But…"
"Go!" Zarya roared as she charged the Reaper, who shot a chunk of the table apart before he was stopped in his tracks as she tackled him with the strength of a linebacker.
Katya darted away as Zarya grabbed Reaper and threw themselves into another office, smashing through the glass and knocking his Hellfire shotguns away.
"Russia will fall when I'm done with both of you" Reaper growled as he stood up.
"You fool… I… am Mother Russia"
"Then I'll break you first"
Before he could form new guns, Zarya charged again, surprising him because he was sure she has lost too much blood to put up any resistance.
"Surprised?" she taunted as she tackled him, sending him flying across the room but he smothered the impact by becoming smoke just before his hits the wall, though just partially, his Wraith Form is not fully ready yet.
"You know those American movies with Russians in them? They were based off of me"
Reaper felt it before he could see it as another table come crashing down upon him with enormous strength.
"From Russia with love" he heard her say.
He looked up and saw both of her hands clenched above her head, about to deliver what he assumed is a final blow.
With a roar, her fists was delivered like a comet, her attack caused a small crater to appear on the floor.
But to her horror, her opponent dodged her attack. She tried to retaliate but her punch is caught by a clawed hand, weakened by the fact that she has lost too much blood.
Laughing, Reaper pushed her off before throwing her across the room, forming his shotguns in the process.
"Once I get rid of you, everything will fall into place"
"Zarya!'
She looked up to see Katya and the security force rush into the room, their weapons pointed at Reaper and accompanied by a Mech.
"Get out! Get out now!" she yelled.
But it was too late, black smoke billowed from Reaper, surrounding them with darkness.
Die... Die... DIE!
Reaper's Death Blossom filled the small room, in a cloud of smoke he spun around like a tornado, his shotguns spat death everywhere.
The security team was obliterated in an instant as they used their bodies as literal walls of meat in a desperate attempt to keep Katya alive, showering her with their blood. Even the Mech became nothing but scrap as the pilot met the similar fate as its barriers could not withstand the reaping.
Without thinking, Zarya pounced, using her arms to shield her face and neck as she tackled him, stopping his attack.
"You annoying insect!" he shouted as his shot was thrown off course away from Katya, who stood frozen in terror at the sudden wave of death that she just witness.
But the Russian hero would not budge, instead she shoved him towards the glass, cracks forming behind him from the impact.
"No!" he screamed when he realized what she plans to do as she heaved a fist above her head.
Discarding his weapons, he grabbed her arm and both wrestle to gain ground, in which Reaper manage to thrust his claws into Zarya, causing her to gasp in pain as he twist his hand, further opening her wound.
"Zarya! Get off!" Katya shouted, her shaking weapon trained at them.
Reaper saw this and turned the near fainted Zarya around, using her as a shield.
"If you shoot, you will have to kill her as well" he growled.
Katya blinked as she realize her weapon will indeed kill them at this range. Her arm shook as she realized she is going to be responsible for the death of the Russian hero.
"Let her go!"
Before Reaper could reply, Katya swore she saw Zarya winked before suddenly leaping backwards, causing the unprepared Reaper to crash against the glass behind them.
His Hellfire Shotguns has weakened the glass of the office and their bodies broke through effortlessly, sending them falling down towards the icy cold waters.
Zarya closed her eyes as she felt Reaper disappear from behind her, as long as Katya can survive another day, the people of Russia is in good hands.
The thought made her smiled as her body crashed into the icy cold water below.
*Gibraltar: Watchpoint*
Quillion stood in attention eagerly since 9:55am at the Hangar.
Some looked at him with curiosity but he is too excited to care, finally he is off with a real squad and for a real mission.
Though McCree did not wear regulation clothing when they saw him yesterday, he seemed quite experienced, especially since Winston called him back to lead the new soldiers.
But around 10:30am, he began to weaken in his posture. Perhaps he is at some briefing? And where is the rest of the squad?
"Heya! Whatcha doing?" he heard a voice say, followed by a familiar blinking sound.
"Hey Lena, just waiting for McCree, have you seen him?"
She shook her head as she stood next to him. It wasn't long until he realized that she too is standing at attention.
"Err… What are you doing?"
"Standing at attention with you" she said with a serious face.
"I can see that but… Why?"
"Cause you look lonely doing it alone"
"You're mocking me aren't you?"
"You're the one doing it to yourself"
"I… What?"
He tried to sound angry but a grin has cracked across his mouth and when Lena saw it, they both fell into a fit of laughter, causing passerbys to glance at them with curious looks.
"What are you doing here anyway?"
"I'm off to another mission, just waiting for my shuttle to be ready" she said.
"Another one? Don't you think... You're overdoing it a little?"
"As long as people need our help, we should do our part"
"What happens when they don't? You know, since we are criminals and all"
She looked at him with what he thought was anger before it was replaced with her usual positive spirit.
"Then we do what we can to make the world a better place"
Quillion looked at her pilot, Lox, and notice that he has heavy eye bags beneath his eyes while staring at his pad.
"Where were you guys? And where to next?"
"We were in Brazil to stop a small Null Sector uprising, now we are going to Dorado in Mexico, Morrison asked me to deliver something to help the people. And also to pass a message to Los Muertos"
"What message?"
Lena puffed out her chest and deepen her voice.
"These aren't your streets anymore"
They both laughed at the bad imitation of Morrison, though softer as they looked around to make sure that he is not at the hangar.
He looked at his watch and realize that it is now 11am.
"Well, my shuttle is ready, I'll catch ya later then"
"Yeah see ya"
She smiled and gave him her signature two finger salute before blinking away.
"Now where is that McCree..." he wondered as he walked back into the base.
Pondering what his next action should be, he met Winston who is making his way to the Engineering Room.
"Good morning Quillion, how are things?"
"Morning Winston, just looking for McCree" he replied casually, finally used to speaking with a talking gorilla.
"Oh he is still asleep"
Huh? Asleep?
"Wait I thought there is a mission assigned to him?"
Winston chuckled.
"Sounds like he has not changed after all these years"
"What should I do?"
"Just wait in the dining room, I'm sure he will be there later"
"You mean the Mess Hall?"
"I liked it better when it is known as a dining room" Winston sighed.
*Gibraltar: Mess Hall/Dining Room*
Nearing lunch time, most of the staff have already queued up, some are still wearing bandages from the last battle in Algeciras. In honor for their efforts, the cooks have made pumpkin pies as a special treat, resulting to a longer queue than usual.
The sweet-smelling pie made his stomach rumble but he did not join the line, instead he chose a cup of coffee only. He did not deserve a slice of the pie as he was not present in that battle.
Finding a seat next to the entrance, he sipped his coffee as he waits for McCree. This was when he was joined by Mei.
"Hey, mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Sure, why not"
She took a seat across him and placed a plate of pie in front of him.
"Here, try some, its pretty good"
He smiled and shook his head.
"No, that pie is not for me"
"Oh? Did they deny you a pie? The sign says it is for everyone"
"It's to acknowledge the efforts of those who fought in Algeciras, maybe I'll have one after everyone else has one. Have to make sure they have their share first"
"Oh ok, if you say so"
Pulling the plate towards herself she helped herself to the pie.
"You are Mei right? One of our scientists?" he asked.
"Yes, where did you hear that?"
"I read some records of the battle in Paris, good idea using your backpack"
"Oh, Winston is the one who thought about it"
"Well either way, good job"
She blushed slightly as she smiled and nodded in thanks.
"How are you handling this?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You have been frozen for quite some time and woke up to a world where everything has changed, I know how hard that can be"
"I'm... Okay I think"
"That's good... Anything you want to ask?" she ask almost hesitantly.
Quillion was surprised that he somehow knew what she meant by that. He has so many questions, but he never had anyone that could understand so he never even thought about what to ask.
In fact, he realized this is the first time he has time to calm down to think about how to cope or why he is here. Even his time staying in the hospital was just focusing on recovery.
"Do you ever miss the old days?"
"Every day" she replied sadly, looking at her coffee mug.
"How do you cope?"
She thought about it for a moment before answering.
"Fortunately for me, Winston was still around, having a familiar face helped a lot"
Quillion nodded in agreement as he too wishes for anyone from the old days to be with him now.
"How about your culture? Do you miss it?"
"Yes, but it is my fault for not returning to China until now, too caught up with work. But I will definitely return when I have the chance"
Oh right, her country is still around, he thought to himself.
"I... Actually do not know what I really want to ask, it's just hard" Quillion admitted finally.
Mei stopped eating for a moment and did not answer, only providing a listening ear, which Quillion appreciated as he gathers his thoughts.
"My friends are dead, my families are dead, my country is dead, I promised to die for all of them and I failed them all..."
Mei shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Though they were both frozen across time, she did not go through the same struggles that he is going through.
"My life only has one purpose now... I have one promise that I almost failed... Jampang would have died for nothing..."
How pathetic can he be? How could he break Jampang's final desperate command so willingly? Anger filled his being as the memories raced across his mind. He should not have admitted defeat, he should've kept fighting.
"All because I thought about myself... No more... Find them... Rip their heads off... As long as Overwatch is looking for the head... I'll rip its head off... They must pay..."
Patience is the key now... He will play along as a soldier... The UN is not looking for the head... The Russians have their hands full with the grunts... Athena told him he is not cleared for the information for this Talon... The Owl talked about them... Are they the enemy? Are they the head? Or is Overwatch the head all along? He must know before making his next move...
But that would mean that he will have to kill Lena...
The handle of the mug snapped, the cut in his thumb woke him up from his almost meditative rant. Looking up he noticed Mei has become quite uncomfortable.
"Haha... Look at me, ranting for nothing" he smiled, reaching for a tissue.
"Well now... What have we here?" a voice interrupted them.
Looking up they both saw that it is McCree holding his own cup of coffee.
"Mind if I join ya?"
Without waiting for a reply, he sat down and place his hat on the table. Quillion tried his best not to wrinkle his nose as it was met by a strong odor of tobacco and whiskey.
"Hi McCree, you like pies right? Today's option is good" Mei said, sounding glad that he came.
"Nah, I prefer mine apples"
"Good morning sir, when do we depart for the mission?" Quillion said excitedly.
"I told you, stop it with the military mumbo jumbo" McCree sighed as he sipped his coffee.
"Sorry si- I mean, so when shall we go?"
"Until I finish this cup of coffee"
So Quillion waited. And waited as McCree took his time talking with Mei.
"Err... McCree? Don't we have a mission? And where is the rest of the squad?"
"Oh, it has been canceled so I got rid of the rest" he said calmly.
"What?"
"Jack felt that Lena should tackle the mission instead and I agreed"
Quillion stared. McCree agreed to give up the mission and that is why Lena had to go to another one just now?
"McCree, I don't think you know that Lena has been going on missions non-stop? She needs a break and-"
"We do have another assignment"
Quillion stopped and quiet down to listen, maybe a bit too eagerly.
"Hold your horses kiddo, it is an easy one, just promise me 2 things"
"What might those be?"
"First, you must always follow what I say to the letter. Second, all the missions are highly confidential and you must not reveal any details to anyone else"
"Yes sir!"
*2 days later*
"Has anyone seen Quillion lately?" Winston asked.
"No, I have not" Genji replied.
"Well... Last I met them, McCree did say that they went off for an easy assignment" Mei said concerningly.
"Are we ready?" Genji asked as he unsheathed his sword.
"You sure about this?" Mei asked.
"You do not need to worry about me. Begin"
"Okay..."
Mei pointed her Endothermic Blaster at him.
In rapid succession, sharp icicles were shot directly at Genji, who deflected one after another effortlessly.
"Faster" he commanded.
Mei complied and increase the firing speed.
"Now Winston" he said when he felt this is the right speed.
Winston pressed a few button and 2 drones activated, both revealing clawlike arms grasping for the ninja.
Weaving and twisting his body, Genji was able to avoid his attackers for a moment before one of Mei's icicles slipped past his sword, impaling into his thigh.
"Genji!" Mei shouted and dropped her gun immediately as if it is hot.
"Well... Looks like you're losing your touch Genji" they heard someone say behind them.
Turning around they saw that it is McCree.
"I can still render your 'Dead Eye' useless McCree" Genji shot back as he stood up.
"How was your mission?" Winston asked.
"It was fine, I think my new assistant is getting the hang of it"
"Assistant?"
"I am not your assistant" an angry voice called out from the corridor.
Quillion stormed in and everyone stared.
Unlike McCree who is relatively clean and tidy, he looked as if he just went through the harshest of battlefields. Covered with dirt and soot, he limped into the room, filling the room with a foul odour.
"What happened to you?" Winston asked, his eyes wide.
"We just had a run in with some Null Sector supporters in Texas" McCree said, putting out his cigar.
"Supporters? It was an entire battalion!"
"Tip was that this group were about to hijack a convoy so we stopped it"
"You mean you made me jump off the building while you just drank coffee!"
"Hey hey, remember what you promised" McCree laughed.
At those words Quillion's mouth open and close rapidly before he turned around and angrily limped off.
"Where're ya going partner?"
"To clean up! And I am not your partner!"
"What did you do to him?" Genji asked in wonder when Quillion stormed out of the room.
"I just wanted to see what the kid can do" McCree said nonchalantly, lighting another cigar.
"What really happened out there?"
"Sometimes the results are more important than details"
"Well? What's your assessment?" Mei asked.
"Kid's got talent, a few more weeks he'd be able to lead his own team, I've got another idea to check if he's got it though"
"What might that be?" Winston asked.
"Well, Lena requested for reinforcements for this other mission and I've already accepted. I'll wait until he's halfway through his bath before screaming for him to get out" McCree said as he walked off.
"Is... Is he allowed to do that?" Mei asked concerningly.
"He has his methods" Winston said, trying to reassure himself of his decision to have McCree ease Quillion into the cultures of the world instead of Morrison.
"Either way, let's resume our training, these tools will soon be vital for our fights in the future" Genji said as he sprays some chemicals over his wound.
*Southern India: Vishkar Corporation*
Applause rang through the great halls of the Vishkar Corporation as the CEO announced the approval of their new venture. This opportunity will open multiple doors for others to expand their research and influence. Soon they may even earn an entrance into the City of Oasis.
But no one is as happy as Sanjay Korpal, who threw a small party in his department at his expense, providing everyone freeflow of drinks and food to show his appreciation for their hard work.
Finally his plans to have revenge on the company that ruined his reputation as their chief spokesperson and passed it to that one glorified architect, will soon come to reality. Years of planning, years of negotiation has finally paid off.
They have passed the international audit on their new hardlight crates and containers, revolutionizing the amount of food that people are able to send out with practically no weight or maintenance while ensuring a protection as hard as steel with relative ease.
The first shipment will be to Russia.
Sanjay also smiled in glee as his research, though temporary, may become more influential than even the Architect Academy, where his rival, Satya, or Symmetra as she is known now, resides. Maybe he could even buy it quickly and dismantle it before his own departments...
As he sat in his office and thought about what is the appropriate thing to do next, one of his employees burst into his office.
"Mr Korpal, we must stop the production for the crates!"
"Wha- why?"
"Because they are all infected!"
Sanjay broke into a cold sweat. How did he find out?
"What do you mean?" he ask, licking his dry lips.
"I was doing a random quality audit and I realized that hidden in the crates is a strain of virus that I've never seen before!"
"Is... Is it obvious?"
"No, it was very well hidden, only our equipment can pick it up but even with them we have to be purposefully looking for it"
Stunned, Sanjay said nothing but motion the staff to continue.
"I checked the others and they all contain the virus, I fear this will cause an epidemic because it is directly connected to the food storage, we must stop it before it's too late!"
"Did you inform anyone else about this?"
"I tried reaching the bosses but they require your verification first, please you must hurry! I think someone sabotaged the design!" the staff said urgently.
"That's it? Just the Management and myself?"
"Yes, wh-"
He could not finish the words as he suddenly felt excruciating pain in his heart. He grabbed his chest and felt a very thin object impaled him, he tried to pull it out but to no avail.
Dropping to his knees he looked up and saw Sanjay, who remained sitting in his chair, has a finger raised. From this angle he could see the ultra-thin hardlight attached to his finger that is piercing his heart.
"You just had to go do an audit" Sanjay said as he stood up, piercing his heart deeper with every step.
The man tried to fight back but he could not get a grip on the material.
"Do not worry, it will look like as if you had a heart attack... Or a stroke, these things happen during a party you know..."
A few desperate moments later, his victim stopped struggling and he retracted the nail back into his palm.
Pulling out his monitor, he sent one message.
"Phase 2 is now operational"
*Malaysia: Somewhere in the Jungle*
It has been a few weeks since his declaration of war with the Mexican. Weeks of careful hunting throughout the world through his connections, using everyone in his pockets to find this Overwatch and its agents. Corrupted authorities and businessmen combed through their areas of influence under his orders and they all ended with nothing.
There is only one lead however, a lead that Agong does not trust, which is the picture that has been left behind. He had sat in his office staring at this picture of the three woman standing in front of Big Ben. Sure the other two looked like locals, but surely the Mexican would not be staying in England as well. That is too easy.
His phone rang and he looked who is the caller. It is one of his business partners in Mexico.
"What do you have?"
"Senior... All the cartels here have already checked their sources, there is no one that fits that description of yours"
"Thank you... How much do I owe for this?"
"20 million American dollars"
"Done"
Sending a message to his accountant, he stare into the picture again, as if hoping that it will speak to him.
"Where are you Mexican... I need to see you dead..."
A knock came from the door and he pressed a button to allow entry.
"Boss... 'da dua orang cari kamu (there's two people here to see you)"
"Siapa (Who)?"
*5 minutes later*
"My name is Trung Le Nguyen, this is Mauga" the man said as he indicated his massive escort next to him.
Agong looked at Mauga with great interest, he has rarely seen a man of this size.
"Mauga? Samoan for mountain eh?"
Mauga merely grunted and paced around impatiently, as if impatient to crush something as he kept punching a fist into his other hand as he looked around, leaving the two men to sit across each other with a few tidbits between them.
"What do you want Mr Trung? I am a busy man"
"It has come to our attention that you are looking for a particular individual?"
"Oh yes, I take it you know where she is?" Agong said as he crossed his fingers, only those in the underworld would know that he is looking for someone and he can feel these visitors meant business.
"Currently no, but we do know where she will be in a few months"
Trung opened his suitcase and passed a few documents to Agong, where it revealed that the Mexican seem to be going to England every year with a local working internationally to visit another red headed local.
"We have information that these people are very close friends and she sees herself as their guardian, therefore we believe that if you find the red haired woman, it will increase your chances to find who you are looking for"
Agong did not change his expression as he pretends to read the documents. It's too easy. Far too easy.
"And why should I trust you?"
"You don't trust us? We came with a gift and you throw us out?!" Mauga shouted suddenly, causing both men to jump.
"Mauga please lower your vo-"
"NO! Enough waiting!"
Before they knew it, Mauga threw a punch towards Agong.
"Mauga stop! We need him!" Trung shouted but the punch landed with a crushing smack.
"Need me now do you?"
They stared in disbelief as Agong caught the punch. Mauga's mouth hang open as he began feeling tremendous pressure pushing back at him as Agong slowly stand and pushed the massive man back.
"You come into my home and expect me to just roll around and die?"
Agong threw a punch that sent the giant a few inches off the floor and followed up with another punch that knock him to the ground.
Trung sat shocked, he has never seen anyone that has ever took a punch from Mauga, let alone have the strength to fight back with near equal strength.
"So... What do you mean that you need me?" Agong said dangerously as he stood over Trung, who cleared his throat.
"Very well, since there is no point hiding now. We need your forces to join with ours to find this woman" he said as he pointed to the red haired woman.
"And if I say no?"
"Then you will never find who you are looking for"
Agong said nothing for a moment as he place a giant hand on Trung's shoulder, which caused the smaller man to pull out his pistol and point it straight into his face.
"There is no need for that, I'm just patting your shoulder"
"I've heard stories about what could happen when a man grabs a shoulder" Trung said as he maintain his aim at Agong's eye.
An uncomfortable silence stretch between the two men before Agong broke out a smile.
"If your men are as tough as you, I see no problem to join forces" he said as he let the man go and taking his seat across him again.
"Very well, shall we arrange a plan now?"
"Yes, and please tell your man to stop pretending, I know he has been holding back"
Mauga laughed boisterously as he stood up.
"I like you, I think we can do good business together, that's some punch you've got there" he said as he dusted himself and massaged his chin.
"That's some chin you got there" Agong complimented, laughing as he massage his knuckles.
"So you need me, therefore you need to pay for my services"
"What can you provide?"
"Myself and my best murderers"
"You will go yourself?" Mauga asked with respect.
"I will always be there to end my wars"
"Name your price"
"100 million American dollars"
Trung was taken aback, that is a tall order for a single squad.
"Take my word for it, my men will get the job done, especially when I'm there with them"
And that's it! The end of Act 1!
Thank you reader so much for being interested in my story, so far it has been a ton of fun.
For any of those wondering, this means that my FanFiction is a third way done as I plan to have 3 Acts (25 chapters each).
Looking forward to seeing you in Act 2 :)
PS. Some are confused about Anna in the previous chapter so I thought to clear it out here. No it is not Ana Amari. In full honesty I looked up common Italian names and picked the first one that I saw which happens to be Anna. So yeah that was a big whoops, I'll pick the names more carefully for future chapters hahaha