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Dead or Alive 5
Prologue
"We've reached the site sir," a well built man donning a black suit, pristine white dress shirt, and black tie stated calmly through a sleek black walkie-talkie. Running a hand through his short cropped brown hair he released a beleaguered sigh as he gazed up at the cloudless night sky above. Correcting his all black sunglasses he gazed up at the moonless sky and felt a sense of forbidding.
'Some how I know this isn't going to work out,' he thought to himself with a frown as he waited for his superior to respond, 'I just get the same felling that I had when they developed Alpha, except this could be worse.' The man continued to thinking distressing thoughts as he gazed around the ancient graveyard full of old modest tombstones, some covered in vines due to the fact that no one had bothered to keep them up.
"I see, well in that case what are you waiting for? Alpha team has already retrieved the fragments, your team needs to obtain the eye and the corpse," a warped voice demanded calmly through the walkie-talkie.
Pressing the red button on the side of the device the brown haired man spoke again. "Will do sir," he stated as he turned of the walkie and walked along the broken grey stone path past several bamboo trees and ancient gravestones. Upon arriving a little further back in the cemetery he spotted a few other men dressed in similar attire taking a smoke break. A short bald muscle bound one was the first to address the brown haired man.
"What is it sir?" he inquired as he cocked an eyebrow and corrected his sunglasses.
"Start digging boys, and hand me that stone," the man stated as he pointed his index finger at a faintly glowing lavender gem in the hands of a tall muscular man with short cropped blond hair who was currently tossing the stone up in the air. The man blew out a cloud of smoke before he spit his extinguished cigarette out onto the ground and mashed it to smithereens.
"Sure thing chief," the taller man replied as he caught the stone and then whipped it at the brown haired man who caught it deftly and with ease.
"Thank you, now if you would exhume the body we could be on our way," the man stated tiredly as he slipped the gem into his pocket and took a seat on a slightly less dirty gravestone.
"Well aren't you going to help?" the a young man with long raven black hair inquired as he tied his hair back into a ponytail and straightened out his black suit before putting on a pair of rubber gloves. The taller man then tossed him a shovel and he set to work digging up a grave with a small beaded necklace on top of the gravestone.
"I think not, I don't want to get this suit anymore dirty then I already have. Besides, I've earned the right to sit on my ass, you all haven't," the man stated with a smirk as he casually fished out a Cuban cigar, clipped the tip with a stainless steel cut cutter he fished out of his pants pocket, and popped the end of it into his mouth. Reaching in his blazer pocket he fished out a stainless steel lighter, flicked it a few times, and promptly lit his cigar.
"So how long have you been with the company?" the young man inquired trying to make small talk as he wiped away a bead of sweat forming on his brow before he continued digging.
"Too damn long kid, too damn long," the man stated almost somberly as he took a long drag on his cigarette and blew out a cloud of smoke that streamed through the clear night sky while a cool breeze whipped through blowing it away.
"Right, well then could you tell us why we're digging up a body that's been buried for years? What could DOATEC possibly want with a shriveled mummy?" the taller man inquired with a hint of annoyance in his voice as he jammed his shovel back into the ground and tossed out a heaping mound of dirt.
"I've always been taught not to ask questions, but apparently the corpse is part of their plan for some reason. The exact reason I don't know, but I think it has something to do with the President's uncle getting killed during the last tournament. I guess this is his way of getting back at the guy who did it and at the same time developing something far more deadly for the company," the brown haired man replied casually as he took another long drag on his cigar before tapping out some of the ashes onto the ground.
"Oh yeah, I think I remember hearing something about his younger brother dying when his helicopter exploded due to that magic blast or something by one of those ninjas. Those ninja's sure are efficient aren't they," the shorter man asked with a small weary smile as he chucked another pound of dirt of his shoulder. "Which kinda makes me weary about doing something like this. I mean granted no one's been here in years, but still. I mean we saw what that guy did during the last tournament; he took down our choppers like they were nothing. He's no human and neither are the others."
"Hey they pay you to work, not to think so hurry up and dig it up already. Besides, the boss said that this would set them against one another, or at least Mr. "Super Ninja" against the other three. Either way we need to hurry up because he's going to be getting impatient if we take too long," the leader stated firmly, with a slight frown on his thin lips, as he took one last drag on his cigar before dropping the rest onto the stone walkway and stomping it out.
"Whatever you say boss," the taller man stated as he brought his shovel down on last time and brought his shovel down only to hear a soft "thwok" in response. "What the?" he mumbled to himself as he reached down and brushed away a few grains of dirt revealing a well done make shift casket made out of bamboo wood which was tightly bound around something.
"Hey I think I've found it!" the man exclaimed proudly as he and the others continued digging by hand until they had completely unearthed the casket. With each grasping their respective sides they struggled to lift it up out of the ground, but were finally able to do so when their leader hopped down into the thigh deep pit and helped the push it out.
"Good job boys, now all we have to do is call the chopper in and were out of this trite little ghost town," the man said with a small smile as he pulled out a small sleek silver cell phone from within the seemingly endless depths of his blazer's inner pocket and brought it to his ear. "Alright we've got both of them, come pick us up," the man demanded as he looked toward the empty village and watch a black chopper fly out of the dark depths of the surrounding mountains.
"Well then, I guess the Dead or Alive tournament will be plenty interesting this year," the man mused to himself with a grin as he took seat atop the casket causing his subordinates to gasp in shock. "What?" the man asked with puzzlement clearly written on his features as he cocked an eyebrow in confusion.
"Your," the short one began in a shaky voice as he began to quiver slightly.
"Disrespecting," the taller one chimed in in a familiar fashion.
"The dead," the young man stated softly as he gawked at his superior in disbelief.
The older man simply regarded his men with a look that clearly read "are you kidding me?". "Look you cowards, I don't believe in some absurd bullshit like that," the man stated firmly as he furrowed his brow and scoffed. Suddenly a bamboo tree fell inches away from his face grazing his thin cheek, which promptly oozed with a small amount of blood.
Clearing his throat and pushing himself off the casket, and immediately brushing it off, the man then stared down at the tree and frowned. "Okay, so maybe it isn't bullshit," the man mumbled to himself as the helicopter appeared over head, blades spinning and wind swirling around powerfully causing the their suits to flutter and ruffle wildly.
"We're here Bravo Team, now just ease the casket onto the gurney and well take it from there!" a man donning a pilot's jumper stated through a megaphone as the men below him hefted the seemingly thousand pound casket onto the gurney that had just been lowered down from underneath the chopper. "Good, alright boys let's head home," the pilot called out with a weary sigh as threw down a black rollout ladder.
"Right, no place like home," the brown haired man stated with a small weary smile as he hefted himself up onto the ladder and climbed up. The rest of the men soon followed and within moments they were all headed toward DOATEC's new headquarters past the rocky mountains of a certain empty ninja village.
To Be Continued
Author's Note: Okay those of you have played Ninja Gaiden (for the Xbox) might already know who the corpse is. You also might know where this story is heading, but I guarantee there will be some very interesting twist along the way. Anyway, please review and feel free to flame!