If you noticed by now...I continued my "tradition" of starting each chapter with a quote. It gives a good idea on starting each chapter off. Also, none of the main characters from Sora no Otoshimono will actually appear until...about the 5th chapter. Just as a warning. I just wanted to place a lot of description on the OC's, since some of them are important for plot development. - LinkinYM

damn...i feel so high right now...

Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Sora no Otoshimono or the original works as a whole. All that stuff. Thanks.

Introduced Original Character(s):

- Jericho Rodriguez

- Gregory James Anderson

- Victor Roget

- Wallace Heckler (Only minorly referenced)

- Siegel Crowe (Only minorly referenced)

"Oh wow. I'll give you a five out of ten for that. But I just wanna let you know that I'm including the four points for effort." - Jericho Rodriguez

Chapter 1: Meeting Greg

"Wait, so why do I have to go get him?" Jericho Rodriguez was walking down the streets of New York, with the heat of the sun warming the back of his neck. His straight brown hair reached down to his neck, and although he had it tied in a small ponytail, his front bangs covered his forehead. He had a cell phone gripped in his left hand and pressed against his ear, while his right hand was in his pocket.

"Because, Jericho, even though it will be nice to visit an old friend, I have my…conditions. You know that."

"But didn't Mixim tell you to go fetch him?" Jericho had a wide grin on his face, simply amused at how the situation was unfolding. He found a lot of things funny in life, a little bit more than what a normal man would. Such as good jokes. Or balloons. Or shotguns. And dead people.

"I'm pretty sure the Department of Defense wouldn't like a polka dotted extraterrestrial walking into one of their companies." The voice on the other side of the line sounded sly. But at the same time, a little lazy.

"Ugh…Siegel, my brotha, you're just lucky that I happened to be in the States for some finished business. About this time…" While he paused, Jericho checked his watch to know that the time was, he stopped at a street light, waiting for the light to turn green. After the light turned green, he resumed walking across the street "...I would be in the Shot Bar in London doing my job."

"Look, Jericho, I'm sorry that I had to ask you for this one favor…"

"I was just joking, man. I'm always happy to help a brotha out. But still, can't Victor come on his own?"

"He wanted to talk about something. I wasn't told about what he wanted to talk about, but it sure sounded important as hell."

"Well, well, well. That sounds interesting. 42nd street, you say?" The wide grin on his face grew even bigger, big enough to make the Cheshire Cat blush.

"Yeah, why?"

"I've just arrived." Jericho stood before a massive building.

The massive skyscraper was the headquarters for GeneTechCorporation. It was a massive biotechnology firm which was also a branch of research for the United States Department of Defence.

"Well, good luck. For whatever he wanted to talk about."

"Yeah, later brotha." *click*

While putting the cell phone in his pocket, Jericho lightly rubbed the Mac-10 hidden in his vest, making sure it's there. He quickly wiped the insane grin off of his face and gained a posture which he made as professional as possible.

Here we go.

He walked up to the main entrance, where he stood in front of a black door, fitting in perfectly with the grey outline of the building itself. He knocked on it, to see if anyone would respond. Jericho would have put his hand on it, but the summer heat made it very hot to the touch.

Metal, solid, about 8 inches thick. Probably bulletproof. It'd take a bazooka to get through this.

After a lack of response, he noticed a screen next to the door. It also had a number pad, with several colored buttons on the side. He tapped the screen, and a female voice spoke from the screen.

"Place your employee Identification Card onto the screen. Para repetir las instrucciones en español, pulse 1. Pour répéter les instructions en français, appuyez sur 2. Zài zhōngguó…"

As Jericho listened to the instructions, he understood what all of it said. Considering that he is a polyglot, he really didn't care for what the lady was saying. Instead, he only thought the following during the message.

Oh god, I don't time for this shit.

"…If you are not an employee, or you are a visitor, please make sure that you have reservations or an appointment. For any questions, please press the yellow button, to speak to the front desk."

He jabbed the yellow button with his finger impatiently, and immediately another voice started speaking.

"Hello, this is the front desk for GeneTechCorporation, how may I help you?"

The voice has a distinct New York accent, and the tone implied to Jericho that the speaker was new to the job.

"Hi, I believe I have an appointment with Mr. Victor Roget? Ya' know, your boss?"

A slight pause and the sound of papers being flipped came out to the screen, and then the speaker returned.

"Sir, we have no record of anyone having an appointment with Mr. Roget. Are you sure you arranged an appointment with him?"

"Yup."

"I will check with him immediately, please hold."

When the speaker cut off, Jericho could hear "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy" coming out of the screen, as some lobby music.

Isn't it a little too early for that stuff?

Just when Jericho was beginning to enjoy the music, it suddenly stopped and the speaker returned.

"I'm sorry Mr. Frank, I was not informed of your meeting with Mr. Roget. I will have the doors opened immediately." *click*

The heavy doors next to Jericho began to rumble and shake, then they smoothly slid out of the way so that the entrance was wide open. Right when he walked through, the doors immediately closed behind him.

Well, well, well. This place is pretty big.

The lobby was extremely large, with glass tables adorned along the sides, workers casually holding conversations while eating on them. The walls were all made of polished stone, making the entire place have a very pristine feeling.

He felt slightly out of place, considering that everyone around him was either wearing a suit or lab coats, and he was the only one wearing a vest and jeans. He tried to make his presence as invisible as possible, and walked up to the front desk.

The front desk was made out of obsidian, and a blonde receptionist was sitting in a chair, almost hidden by a large computer screen.

5'3" tall. B36-W24-H36. Wait, why the fuck am I getting these measurements in my head?

He accidentally overheard a conversation from a passing businessman speaking to a fellow worker, "…yeah, that chick working at front desk is so hot."

Glad I'm not the only one.

The woman at the front desk looked up, and immediately began speaking in a slightly rushed manner.

"I'm so sorry about the confusion at the front desk, I didn't know that you were friends with Mr. Roget…" The rest of the words she was saying were slightly lost to Jericho as he fazed out.

Oh shit, I popped a boner.

"…If you will allow me, I will get you to Mr. Roget." She walked away from the front desk, and to a nearby elevator. Jericho quickly followed, while rearranging his pants.

The elevator doors opened, and when the two of them entered, she pushed the button for the 85th floor. The doors closed, and she held onto a bar on the side of the elevator.

"Please hang onto something, as the elevator will gradually travel at a rate of 5 floors per second, so to avoid waiting for a long period of time."

Jericho briskly nodded, and grabbed a bar next to him.

By the time the elevator stopped at the 85th floor, Jericho felt like he went on a rollercoaster. Sweat dripped from the side of his head as he stumbled out of the elevator.

"Do you do this every time?"

The blonde receptionist simply nodded.

"Mr. Roget's office is straight down the hall to your right."

Right the elevator doors closed, Jericho threw up in a trash can next to him.

That was the fastest elevator ever…holy shit.

He quickly wiped his mouth and walked down the hall, where crystal doors with golden handles awaited him.

After accidentally pulling of the handles off, Jericho decided to knock instead.

Knock, knock, knock.

A strong, yet slightly aged voice came from beyond the doors. "Please enter."

Jericho opened the doors and jumped in, while screaming at the top of his lungs, "I AM THE BATMAN!"

He quickly realized his mistake, as two guards in riot gear armor held two submachine guns tightly against his head. Along with an elderly man behind a polished wooden desk, three other corporate executives in suits were staring at him in dumbfounded expressions.

The elderly man, in thick glasses and balding grey hair, spoke with a strong articulate tone.

"I'm so sorry gentlemen, that is my nephew. I forgot he is coming today. Shall we continue this meeting at a later date?"

The three executives promptly left the room, all of them giving looks to Jericho as if he was plainly retarded.

The elderly man behind the desk motioned to the two armed guards at the door with his relatively aged hands. "Oh yes, you two. You can leave us."

"We will be waiting right outside the door, sir."

"Nonsense. Take a break, and that is an order."

"Yes, sir."

After the two guards left, Victor Roget got out of his chair and walked up to Jericho.

"Jericho, how are you? It's been far too long." He stretched his arms, and the two hugged each other.

"Yea brotha. Too, too, long."

After they let go, Victor opened a cabinet. Even though he was aged, he was still very limber and fast. He pulled bottle a bottle of brandy and two glass cups.

"I thought Mixim was coming." He inquired as he poured into the two cups.

"Mixim had to get the other guys, so he asked Siegel. Then Siegel was busy with something I really have no idea whatsoever, so Siegel asked me to go instead." Jericho explained, and downed a cup of brandy in a flash.

"Interesting. And I assume that you heard about the assignment from Mixim already, considering that he is the primary contact between us and Synapse?" Victor poured another round for Jericho, and walked over to a shelf and observed an Aztec arrowhead he salvaged over five hundred years ago.

"Nope. Mixim didn't tell anyone what the mission was about. At least, he didn't tell me."

Victor raised a gray eyebrow, while now observing a pearl the size of a fist which he got while diving. "He told me briefly. Not too specifically though, it seems that everyone will receive information on it simultaneously at a late time."

He turned around, and walked towards Jericho.

"Listen, Jericho. I have something to tell you, and I want you to convey the message to everyone else." Victor set his cup onto the edge of his wooden desk, making sure to place it where there weren't any important papers. "I am resigning."

"Oh that's great, that means you can spend more time with us."

"No, I mean I'm retiring from the team. For good."

Jericho gave bit of a giggle. "Geheheh. Nice joke, man, nice."

After Victor gave him a stare, Jericho realized. "You're no joking, are you?"

"No, I'm not. Jericho, unlike you, I am not immortal. I merely have an extreme level of longevity. And I'm afraid that the reaper is coming for me fairly soon."

"That's a bit of a morbid way to say it, yo."

"I want to live my last days in peace, not in the middle of war."

"Oh, I get'cha."

An awkward silence followed, and then Jericho jokingly said, "Then who's going to be the moral compass for our team?"

"It isn't all a loss. I have a recruit for the team."

"Wait brotha, I was joking."

"But I am not. Jericho," Victor turned around to face his old friend. "I only find it right, that if I were to leave, then someone must serve as my immediate replacement. Besides, I'm fairly certain he'll be suitable." He walked back to his desk, and pushed the intercom button.

Bzzzt. "Attention, Garret Shunman, report to the 85th floor at once. I repeat, Garret Shunman, report to the 85th floor at once."

Right when Victor lifted his finger from the intercom button, Jericho stood up from his chair.

"Brotha, I thought that the team runs one of those investigation thingies on anyone new. They did the same for me when I first joined."

"Yes, there was that rule. But the recruiting and the examination was primarily conducted by me, so I don't need to worry about that."

"'kay, just checkin'."

Several minutes later, a knocking could be heard from the door.

"Mr. Roget, may I enter?"

"Come in!" Victor raised his voice and called to the person at the door. Only at that point, did Jericho notice, how well the room was decorated. There were paintings on the walls, a full scale copy of the Mona Lisa, several oak shelves full with books, a brick fireplace, and a large window, layered with bulletproof coating. Victor's desk had a phone, the previous intercom button, pens and papers everywhere, and a copy of the Declaration of Independence in the surface of the desk itself.

The man who entered the room had a light all-around trim, his hair being about an inch in length. Although the area around his ears was slightly shorter, his dark red hair had an odd streak of silver around his ear. He was 6 feet 2 inches in height, and wore a lab coat that went past his knees. His black leather business shoes matched with the black slacks he wore. His thin lips moved very little when he spoke, in great contrast to Jericho.

"Did you call for me, Mr. Roget?" His cheeks were thin, giving him a slight moody appearance, but his face was expressionless.

"Yes, and stop calling me that, call me Victor. And that is one of my associates, Jericho Rodriguez."

Jericho simply uttered, "Sup."

"Garret, Jericho will be getting you to meet the other members of the team you will be with. You understand that you will be serving as my replacement in their team from now on?"

"Yes sir. And about my income…"

"Your salary is taken care of. I have arranged for your regular salary to be directly wired to your account during your absence. You are to listen and learn from the other members of the team, you understand?"

"Yes, sir. And my real name is Gregory James Anderson, sir."

"I know. I had to put you in with a false name to ensure your safety while you are with the team."

"Thank you, sir."

Victor walked over to his desk, and retrieved two VIP passes. "Jericho, I arranged for a private jet to take you to your destination, along with Wallace and Siegel. Although I really don't like the former so much…"

"Aw damn man, why would you say somethin' like that to a good brotha?"

"Wallace Heckler is a sadistic psychopath who takes pleasure in torture and slaughter. Although I could list others worse than him…anyways, you and Gregory will be ferried to the airport by a helicopter, and you will ride the jet from there."

"Thanks brotha, I owe you one." Jericho motioned to Gregory, and the two of them started walking towards the door.

Victor spoke to them as they left. "Don't mention it. And Jericho,"

Jericho turned around as he was called.

"Make sure Greg there doesn't get into too much trouble."

Jericho nodded with a massive grin, which slightly disturbed Greg.

"Jericho, I hope you don't mind, but I need to speak some final words to Greg before you go. In private." Victor made a slight nod, and Jericho walked out of the glass doors.

Right when his former accomplice left, Victor turned to Greg with an abnormally serious look on his face.

"Greg. The content of what I am about to tell you is something you must take very, very seriously." Victor peeked out of the door to make sure that Jericho wasn't listening in on them. He then flipped a switch on the side of the wall, which activates a system which made the room impossible to monitor.

"The men you will be working with are not people with the greatest sense of morals. Some of them would even conduct genocides without even thinking twice. One of them conducted…things…which are unspeakably horrifying. I served as the primary 'moral compass' for the team, to make sure that they don't go seriously off track. You must understand that it's your duty now, to make sure that they don't commit serious wrongs. Am I clear?"

An awkward pause nulled the atmosphere of the room between them and after wiping his brow, Greg responded.

"Yes, sir."

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