Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own anything Megaman related in anyway. I did one time...but then I caught it cheating on me with that Capcom place...the divorce was murder...anyway, yeah. Nothing owned. If I did own anything, well...you'd be fearing for your psychological state of mind...onward!

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It took a moment for Vent to recover from his initial surprise.

"Seriously? We have a client?"

"Yes. The Guardians to be exact."

Aile remembered hearing the name somewhere.

"Aren't the Guardians that group that goes around fighting the Mavericks?"

"Well...yes, you could put it that way I imagine. Regardless, the client wants this done quietly. They won't say what we're delivering. Even to me," Giro lied.

Vent stood up and clapped his hands together.

"So, when do we get this mystery package, when do we deliver it, and which of us is going to be the transporter?"

Giro went over the details in his mind.

"We're going to get it any day now. We deliver it tomorrow. Vent, you're going to transporting it and I'm going with you. Aile, you'll be meeting up with the Guardians to confirm the meeting place. This is a delivery for all three of us. We're not just dropping this package off. This is going to be in person."

Vent cut in at that time.

"What? You're going with me? Why, what's the occasion?"

"We're getting double the usual fee for this. Expect a slight boost in your next paycheck if we pull this off, you two."

Aile nodded as she went over everything in her head to make sure she had everything in order.

"Okay. Anything else?"

"Not that I can think of. Alright. Let's call it a day."

Vent stretched.

"Alright. I'm tired anyway."

While the Giro Express' main building functioned as the business. It also doubled as home for Vent, Aile, and Giro. Vent wandered upstairs.

"G'night, Boss. Aile."

"Good night."

"See you in the morning."

Aile began to head upstairs as well, but stopped when she noticed that Giro wasn't moving.

"Boss? Aren't you coming?"

"No, I've still got some things to do."

Aile frowned thinking Giro wasn't being entirely truthful.

"Well, if you insist. Good night."

Aile continued up the stairs and out of sight leaving Giro to his thoughts.

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A few hours had passed since Vent and Aile departed to bed. Giro was still awake and was using the dartboard. Unlike Vent, Giro kept himself in range of the board. After three bull's-eyes in a row. He became bored with it and put the darts back in desk drawer, making sure to lock it as a countermeasure for Vent's random accidental attacks on the water cooler. Giro yawned and adjusted his glasses.

"What is taking them so long? Prairie said to give them until about midnight. Its almost one."

Giro's thoughts were answered by a few light taps at the door. Morse code. Very frantic Morse code at that. Giro listened closely.

"Giro...its...us...open up."

Giro opened the door cautiously. Seven guardians poured into the building in a mad scramble and quickly, but quietly, shut the door. The rush took Giro by surprise. His voice was a loud whisper.

"What hell is your prob--"

A guardian covered Giro's mouth with his gloved hand and directed him toward the shadows. Once there, he pointed to the window. Giro could see black shadows moving around. Most of them had a small red light on them somewhere. Some of them were eyes, the others just dotted on the figures in random places. No one moved. Once the shadows were convinced that they had lost their target, they left. Giro kept his voice down just to be sure.

"...Mavericks? What's going on here?"

The guardian gasped for breath.

"They just started attacking us once we found the...you-know-whats. We were lucky to make it here in one piece."

"That explains why Prairie wanted the assistance of a transporter. Less obvious."

"Yeah. It would be too risky to make it to a trans-server. Even if we made it, chances are we would have been tracked."

Giro was rather shocked to hear the word "tracked."

"Tracked? Mavericks don't track targets through trans-servers. They attack anything in sight and move on once they lose their target."

Another guardian, this one female, nodded.

"Yeah, we know. These aren't normal Mavericks. It was like they had a goal."

"I see...do you have the packages?"

"Oh! Yes. Here."

Two boxes were put into Giro's hands. They felt a little heavy. They obviously were carrying something made of metal.

"Two packages? Why not only one?"

"Because if we lost that one package, we'd be in trouble. If we lose one package, better to lose only one biometal, right?"

Giro nodded.

"Good point. Do you guys need anything before you head out?"

"Uh...you got any coffee?"

"I think so. Unless Vent and Aile drank it all. Just a minute."

Giro crept upstairs to make sure Vent and Aile were still asleep. When he confirmed that they were, he quietly shut each of their doors before heading back down and brewing what coffee they still had in the office. He switched on a desk lamp faintly illuminating the otherwise dark room. He and the guardians sat down to talk business.

"So," Giro began. "Where are we going to meet up and when?"

"Area A-1. Tomorrow about 2 o'clock."

"Alright."

The eight didn't say anything more for a moment until Giro inquired.

"So, how are Prairie and the guardians holding up? Silure still keeping that tin can flying?"

"Prairie's fine. And, hey, don't call headquarters a tin can, damn it. You know better."

"Yeah I do. How bad are the Maverick attacks as of late?"

"Well, until we found the biometals it wasn't so bad. But I think things are going to start picking up soon. And my gut says that this time its going to be a living hell."

"Yeah. Come to think of it, where was Slither Inc.'s defense force when you guys were attacked?"

"Good question. We found the biometals outside of Innerpeace so no surprise that they weren't there, but once we got back to Innerpeace, even then they didn't show up."

"Strange. Procedure error probably."

"I don't see why they need to be called back to the main building only to be deployed again to the same area."

Slither Inc. was a company founded roughly ten years ago. Since then they had halted the energy crisis and also formed a defense force that dealt with any Maverick attacks within Innerpeace. Innerpeace was a term for being within Slither Inc.'s ring of protection. On the outside, Mavericks roamed free attacking at will. Anyone who travelled out of Innerpeace had their survival to worry about. Areas C-1, C-2, and C-3 were the safest place in Innerpeace. In addition areas marked "A," "B," and "D," were also located within Innerpeace, so chances were that there wouldn't be any problems with Mavericks the day of delivery. Giro sighed.

"Looks like I'll have to get more coffee. Vent won't wake up without any. Aile's sweet enough normally...spunky, but sweet...still, she can get a little cranky without a morning jolt."

The group chuckled.

"Sorry about using the last of it."

"Ah, no big deal. I think there's a mini-mart still open this time of night."

The guardians stood up.

"Well, we'd love to stay and chat more, but we need to get back and report to Flueve."

"Oh, hold on!"

Giro pulled out a little compartment from his desk with a remote keypad in it. He punched in a code and part of the wall lifted away to reveal a trans-server.

"When did you get that installed, Giro?"

"A few months ago. I don't tell Vent and Aile about it though. They both enjoy the exercise delivering packages rather than using trans-servers. Wouldn't want them getting out of shape, now would I?"

The guardians smiled as they each stepped within the trans-server and vanished. Outside, a group of purple robots with arm cannons stood there. Galleon Hunters. One tapped the side of its head and spoke in a robotic voice.

"Biometals located. Requesting permission to obtain?"

Over the radio, a quiet female voice responded. Every few words she paused as though she couldn't speak in full sentences.

"No need...Model X...Model Z...safe...return to base...immediately..."

"Roger roger."

The robots left as quietly as they had come.

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After sleeping through his alarm clock for the past seven minutes, Vent finally woke up and slammed the snooze button with his fist before sitting up and turning the evil alarm off. He yawned and scratched his chest before he felt around the floor for his shirt, finding it, and promptly pulling it over his head. He muttered to himself half-asleep.

"...Nnnngh...Shower..."

He yawned again as he dragged himself through the hallways to the bathroom. He opened the door...

"Huh?"

...And walked in on Aile who was clad in nothing but a bath towel at the moment.

"Ack! Aile! Um, I...I'm just going to leave before...oh man, you're going to kill me aren't you?"

Giro had been asleep at his desk and was suddenly awakened by a scream that could have broken the sound barrier. Vent tripped at the top of the stairs, tumbled down them yelling in pain, and collapsed in a heap at the bottom, barely avoiding being hit by a bottle of shampoo. Giro looked down on Vent and sighed.

"You walked in on Aile again, didn't you?"

"I don't mean to! I swear to god!"

"Yes, yes. The coffee is on the counter."

Vent sheepishly made his way over to the counter and poured a cup before sitting down at the table. Aile came down moments later, her hair still wet. She completely ignored Vent sitting there until she sat down at the table, mug in hand. The two didn't say anything to one another for a moment. Vent found it difficult to make eye contact with her as he spoke.

"...Sorry...about that, Aile..."

"I've heard it before. Its fine, but you really should learn how to knock."

"Y-yeah."

"Though I suppose I could learn to lock the door."

Giro smiled and shook his head as he watched Vent shovel down a pop tart and as Aile nibbled at her toast reading the paper.

"They may bicker daily, but they care about one another...at least I think they do..."

Vent remembered the events of the previous day.

"Oh yeah! Today we deliver this mystery box. So, Boss. Did it come last night?"

"They did. Remember, we're not allowed to open them."

"Yeah, yeah. Let's get a move on!"

Giro laughed to himself.

"So full of energy...yet he can be such a pain in the neck."

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It was roughly one-thirty. Vent and Giro stood on a cliff overlooking Area A-1 waiting for the confirmation call. Giro's cell phone rang and he grabbed it and picked up the call all in one swift motion.

"Hello! Thank you for calling Giro Express Transporters! We can take anything, anywhere!"

"Giro? Is that you?"

"Ah...the guardian, or should I say client?

"Did you recieve the package from the archeological recon unit?"

"Yes I did."

"Good. My unit is on its way to the agreed upon rendezvous point. Its a little earlier than expected but let's meet up there."

"Alright."

Giro hung up the phone.

"Hey Vent! You ready to move out?"

Vent was standing on the edge of the cliff looking at a large building resembleing a giant flower. Giro walked up to his employee.

"Vent! Did you hear me?"

"..."

Giro gazed out on the building no more than a mile or two away.

"You can see the Slither Inc. building from here. This country sure has grown and prospered thanks to them."

Vent snorted angrily.

"Bigger's not always better. If their security force had come sooner ten years ago...My mom might still be alive."

Giro frowned.

"I'm sorry that you lost your mom in the Maverick raids. I understand how you feel, but don't let on about your feelings in town. We were experiencing an energy crisis and suffering from never-ending Maverick raids. But that company stepped up and fixed all of those problems. As far as the people are concerned, the president of the company, Serpent, is a genuine hero. Anyway, we better get going. Our client is already on their way to the rendezvous point."

Vent and Giro headed over to their motorbikes. As they did so, Vent asked himself what exactly it was the Guardians did other than fight Mavericks.

"Hey Boss, just who are those Guardians that we took the job request from? They haven't even told us what's in the package they want delivered so badly."

"The Guardians are a defense force that banded together to fight the Mavericks. Right now, they're moving from place to place investigating the cause of the Maverick outbreaks. As for the package, try not to ask too many questions. I'm sure it's very important and very dangerous. It's probably best we don't know."

All of a sudden, a series of plasma bursts came out of nowhere and struck Giro's motorbike damaging it. Vent and Giro ducked behind them for cover. Vent tried to look at what happened.

"W-what's going on?"

Galleon Hunters began to close on the transporters. Giro could hardly believe what he saw.

"Those are Mavericks! How did they get here? Ah!"

The lead Galleon Hunter opened fire again. Giro's bike began smoking. Giro realized that these had to be the Mavericks pursuing the guardians from the previous evening.

"They must be after the package!"

The Hunters opened fire yet again at Vent's bike this time. One of the plasma bursts hit the fuel tank and detonated it. Giro didn't realize what happened until he heard the bike explode and Vent's yelling as he plummeted off the cliff, the package following him.

"Vent!"

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Bwahahahaha! Cliffhanger...unless you played the game...Okay! End of chapter 2...wait...chapter 1 was the prolouge...wouldn't that make this chapter 1? Oh screw it, I'm calling it chapter 2. Anyway, I'd just like to be safe legally and say that I don't own anything Star Wars related either. I just couldn't resist letting that Galleon Hunter say "roger roger." Once again, I'd love it if you reviewed my story thus far! Even if you've already reviewed at the prolouge, feel free to re-review! If you haven't reviewed yet, hurry up! The cookies from the prolouge's closing statements are going to go stale sooner or later! I love to hear your opinions. Need I remind you this is my first fic? You wouldn't want to hurt my self-esteem would you? Until chapter 3, Dark Assassin Omega leaves you to your lives!