AN: Hey everyone, Nobel Six and the Nobel Patriots here. We present to you a new Marvel Rising story. This story though is not a sequel, or is related to Vixen. This story takes place in it's own universe, but we hope it's all liked non the same. Special Thanks goes to Story's Shadow for writing the ending of this chapter. We know Vixen set the bar really high as it was well loved, but we hope this story can be, if not be more popular than Vixen. Hope ya'll enjoy and unto the show my good friends.
-Unknown location-
"Where the hell is the buyer?" a man in his early thirties asked in an annoyed tone as he and his partner in crime, a man in his late twenties, could be found waiting in an empty warehouse.
The two of them had been contacted by a client who had incredible interest in what they where selling.
"He said he could be a few minutes late, said he had a stop to make before meeting us." the other man said in a calm tone.
Suddenly the screeching of a large metal door echoed all around the two men, and upon turning around with their guns raised, they saw a man wearing a dark cloak, no part of the man was visible underneath the dark cloak. The men looked at one another in a bit of confusion at the individual's look, but turned back to look at him. Upon seeing the guns the cloaked man raised his hands in the air in a sign of surrender.
"You the buyer?" the leading man asked without lowering his gun.
The man in question reached into his cloak and pulled out a rather large envelope, opened it up, and flashed wads of cash, but still he nodded his head without saying a word.
"I guess this is our guy." the second man said as he and his partner in crime quickly holstered their guns as the cloaked man approached them.
"As soon as I've counted the cash, I'll give you the files you've asked for." the lead man said.
The cloaked man again nodded his head and handed them the envelope. The man quickly counted the cash, and with a smile, he nodded to his partner. The second man reached inside his trench coat and pulled out several large files, all fo them different, but all having one thing in common, that being the word 'Classified' on them.
"It wasn't easy to get the information you asked us for. S.H.I.E.L.D. makes it very hard to find things they've locked away from the public, and it was incredibly hard to find information on the individual you wanted us to gather information on. But as you can see, we got the job done." the lead man said in a proud tone with a smile on his face.
The man in the cloak didn't even look at them, he was focused on the files.
"I normally don't ask questions about business dealings, but what are you planning to do with all this information you requested?" the man asked the buyer.
The buyer, instead of answering, with the speed of a viper reached into his cloak and pulled out a suppressed handgun and with the same speed he fired two shots, one into each of the their heads, and with a spray of blood, the two men dropped dead to the floor of the warehouse with frozen looks of shock upon their faces. The buyer bent down and quickly retrieved the money he had brought as means to get the information he needed. Upon pocketing the money, he closed his eyes in concentration and a swirling blue and black portal opened up in front of him, which he walked into. The portal then sealed and closed itself once the man had walked through the portal.
-Later-
-Unknown location-
The files are carefully placed on a desk. A lamp bathes the files in light. The man reaches for one file and a photo of a strange looking object is held by a paperclip at the top of the file. There are a few pages describing the object, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s studies of it, and its location. A finger slowly passes under the words and as the man reads every word slowly, without missing anything. He continues to do this with every single file he obtained from the men. He takes out a notepad and writes down notes from each file and their subjects. One file has a photo of a golden necklace with several circular objects attached that are different colors. The file is larger than the others and he makes extra notes for this.
He marks certain notes for certain objects. He puts those files aside as he reaches for a group of separate files. Each has a photo of a person and pages on their history, personality, and powers. He does the same thing he did with the files on the objects with these files. But then he comes to a file with a young woman with black hair and with purple highlights. The man's hands clench into fists as he holds the file. He manages to keep from tearing it apart, but just barely. He studies this file much longer than the others, making more notes and highlighting parts of this particular file. He eventually draws a circle around her head.
He puts down the file and notes, staring at them. His clenches his fists again and slowly they unclench. He marks more notes down. He then rubs his hands together whilst staring at the file.
To Be Continued...
AN: Please let me know what ya'll think. This is a story that I've wanted to write for a long time, and I'm happy we are getting our chance to write it. I hope you all are onboard for this adventure.