Actually, I have a few more chapters (Don't know) to make, but the next 2 chapters could be my last.
P.O.V – First Person, Bailey Regen
March 2017, the first Saturday
Akihabara, Tokyo, Japan
12:26pm
"If you're available, please meet me in one of the KFC stores in Sobu Main Line on Saturday lunch at 12:30pm. Here is the place we're going to meet and do not bring anybody with you," I repeated the letter on my phone that I received days ago before this Saturday, the day I should meet up with these people. Hmph, I rather stay in my apartment and live as a housewife with no social interactions and sleep for the rest of my life.
It was an ordinary Saturday. In my regular black t-shirt, a black skirt, a pair of white rubber shoes, a pair of black sunglasses, a pair of Chelsea's headphones (Akame ga Kill) that's inserted to my strapped MP3 that's on my thigh, my handgun inside my skirt (Yes, really), and my black one-strap bag that only has my belongings and some games and anime merchandise I bought with my own money.
If only I had the money to buy some stuff for my friends in the US, who like to watch the same animes and play the same games that I like.
I looked back at the streets of Akihabara, also known as the 'Otaku Street' of Japan. Moving here, it looks it wasn't bad at all to move here, but I prefer to live in Los Angeles as being a white girl, these perverted creeps that I walk past stare at me.
After taking a left, I continued walking down the street and one turn, my broken legs will arrive to its destination. In a few seconds as I'm walking fast, I took another turn, taking me to the Sobu Main Line and from here, I can see the kingdom of the black people. Kentucky Fried Chicken, and it's just a minute away.
I entered the KFC store and removed my loud-blasting headphones (Currently playing Fireworks by Katy Perry), literally crowded with people. Moms, dads, kids, and a whole lot more of wasteful people.
"Welcome to KFC, ma'am! May I take your order?" The cashier spoke in a very gentle voice, giving out her forced, crooked smile like being in a chamber and pressured to increase customer satisfaction.
"One Chicken Teriyaki, a Cookies & Cream Krusher, and a glass of water," I replied as I pulled out my wallet, handing out my yen money to the cashier, who reached out my money and readied my order on a tray to make a young teenager become more obese.
"Excuse me," I turned my head to my right. A creepy man in a black suit stood beside me. "Are you Bailey Regen?"
He asked me. I remained silent and looked down from head to toe. Black suit, black skin, everything is black. Funny. He's black and he's in a KFC store to order some chicken.
"Correct," I nodded as the man handed out my tray.
"Don't worry, ma'am, I know her," The woman ignored and went with the flow. "Come on, follow me."
I followed him and we made our way upstairs.
"Saying prattle to someone you don't know and with different skin is going to cause suspicion. Are you wishing to be imprisoned for life and be charged as a child sex offender?" The black man turned to me with a confused look.
"Girl, that's some cold shit you spitting there," I moved my eyes away from him.
"Whatever," I muttered.
"Anyway, did you tell anybody that you're going to meet us?" I gave a 'no'. "Good."
I made one last step on the flight of stairs and literally, there was nobody around except for 2 white people in black suits with a still and perfectly cleaned table with an unfinished meal. No doubt, these guys are agents from the CIA or NSA.
"Ah! You must be Bailey Regen," I gave a 'yes' nod.
"And the three of you must be from America's most secret intelligence service of the Federal government," The agents gave out a chuckle or a laugh over my CIA prattle.
"Well, you got that correct," The other agent turned to me. "I'm Agent Montana. I was the one who sent you that email days ago."
"Agent Ian, pleasure to meet you," Agent Ian waved at me. "And that there is Agent Crews."
"Sup," Agent Crews set my tray and food down. Huh, Agent Crews. I guess Old Spice wasn't giving him enough credit albeit not being the actual Terry Crews. "And I understand that we're in Japan, but we ain't fluent enough to speak Japanese. Is it okay if you speak American?"
"Very well," I replied with my American voice and accent in English (No, I wasn't speaking English in a Japanese accent) and sat down on my chair with Agent Montana beside me. "What is it that you brought me here for?"
"Remember that moon incident days ago?" I nodded with a 'yes' again to Agent Montana as Agent Ian digs into his bag and hands me over a file. I opened it and several pictures came out. All of which show not only the recently destroyed moon, but also several photos of the military, including the GKB and their rival PMCs shooting at something. I squint my eyes to the 'most Asian way' I can. An unknown, yellow creature, from what I see, is spotted in the sky, giving out a huge grin while wearing a college graduation outfit while being shot at by military soldiers. "That creature right there, our government claims that creature could be the one responsible for the moon and claimed that he will destroy Earth next year."
"And not only that, the biggest reason why we called you here was this," Agent Ian handed out another file. I opened it, and it showed several papers and pictures about…..my school. "According to the files, the Japanese government agreed with the creature to put him to your school. Not only that, he's going to be your teacher for Class 3-E."
"Why would a creep become my school teacher if he is the one responsible for destroying the moon?" The agents scratched their heads in confusion, leading to an 'even though we're a bunch of secret agents, we still don't know anything because we're not smart.'
"There's gotta be a good reason….maybe because you're being put in Class 3-E, the government believes that you're their only shot to take out the creature for good," I glared at Agent Montana. "Hey, don't glare at me, glare at the Prime Minister."
"And here's our mission to you, Bailey Regen," I turned to Agent Crews. "For the sake of the world, for the sake of your family, for the sake of your friends, and for the sake of your men, we need you to assassinate this creature before next year. If all else fails, we are glad that we met you."
"What is the payment?" The agents looked at me in confusion. "I'm a daughter of the CEO that leads an army of clones and well-trained mercenaries and soldiers. As a mercenary, I expect something in return."
"Okay….one billion dollars?" Agent Montana asked as he shoved his lunch to his mouth.
"Two billion."
"That's too much, how about one and a half billion dollars?" I moved my eyes away and rolled them.
"Fine….and should this succeed, all of you will be my personal slaves for three days," The agents turned to each other with unease faces.
"Uh…..are you sure about that?" Agent Ian blinked his eyes in confusion.
"Refuse and I will not accept the mission."
"Cold…." They muttered.
"We got no choice, homies," Agent Crews turned to them. "It's either the girl gets what she wants or she ain't accepting our offer."
"Being the youngest child, you sure know how to pull a nerve and be an irritating teenager," Agent Montana gave praise and I began eating my lunch.
"Oh shit, I almost forgot something!" I moved my eyes to Agent Ian as I eat. "Okay…..Bailey….this may sound out of the loop, but I'm sure you know someone by the name of Tsugumi Mitsuya?"
"What about him?" I asked, still eating my starting-to-rot meal.
"Well…..here are the files of your classmates," He handed another brown file. I opened it like the others. A list of my upcoming classmates and teachers with their names and faces, including myself, were typed down on the files. Nagisa Shiota, Karma Akabane, and a bunch of other students I don't find interesting.
However, there was one person out of everybody in the list that caught my eye. On 'Class Number 27', the student looked familiar. Black hair to fit in the dark, red eyes to destroy your soul, and albeit a height of 5'9, he can crush one's skull like a cockroach. Unlike the many others, he has white skin just like me. And his name….
"Dimitri Putin," Dimitri Putin, a 15 year old Russian from Moscow and serves not only as the nephew of Russian President Vladimir Putin, but also serves as the eldest son of Yuri Putin, the CEO of the PFM, a Russian private military company rivalling against the GKB, the American private military company that my father, Silver Yuuki, is in charge of and I am the youngest child and youngest daughter.
"Our sources gathered that he had recently made ties with the SVR RF and if possible, he has the Chinese assisting him," Agent Crews spoke while I stared at the picture. "Speaking of which, the MI6 are going to assist us on your mission."
"If the Queen's Land is sending a pack of their agency to assist a young girl, why do I not see or hear an English speaker with a British accent? Has the Queen called them for a pitiful tea party?" The agents turned to each other and laughed densely.
"They're not here because the three of them got food poisoning, so they won't be available until next week," Agent Ian, or should I say Agent iDubbbz (Even though it's not him), adjusted his eyeglasses.
"Very well…." I reached out my food again and shoved it into my mouth, chewing it as many times as I can to turn it into little bits. "If possible, may I have my spec ops to assist me?"
"Who? The GKB SOCOM?" I nodded. "That sounds like a fucking retarded plan. You're doing a covert mission in your school and you're thinking of bringing your most elite men, women, and clones to kill the creature? What about your father?"
"Don't be anxious," I gave out an evil grin. "I'll have 3 companies of GKB elite infantry and special forces, all of them being clones. Obliviously, they'll be given hidden cameras with a self-destruct sequence and will explode under a controlled manual should they attempt to warn my father. However, I'm going to kill them off regardless when the job is done."
"Are you crazy!? Are you out of your mind!? You can be removed from the GKB under your dad's orders!" Agent Montana glared at me, fearing the consequences I'll face.
"If I'm executing cloned troops, he wouldn't care one bit," All of them blinked their eyes and turned to each other and then to me.
"That's…..one way to put it…." Montana's anger cooled down in an instant. "And since Tsugumi and Kanon are your only friends in school….well, for your whole life, I recommend that you talk to them because they'll find out what's going on regardless."
"If I do, they'll tell my father about it," I crossed my arms with my right leg on top of my left.
"A true bro and true sis always keeps a secret," I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Fine…." I mumbled and the agents suddenly began stretching their arms and legs out.
"I guess we're done and your mission begins, right?" Agent Crews asked with a smile.
"Not yet," I shoved more food onto my face. "Let's finish eating and we're done for today."
"Oh right….."
Sorry it sounded a bit rush, but I have a lot of stuff to do.
