A/N: hey guy and girls, just coming on here to say hello. this chapter could have been made longer, but i'm lazy. the next part will be out whenever i get to it. sorry for this inconvinence, but i have other things i'm working on. hope you enjoy.
*Disclaimor: i own nothing of Witchblade and Halo, they belong to their respective owners*
The drive to Douji was fast, considering the vehicle was able to reach speeds of 256 Mph. After a while, Masane had stopped trying to get him to slow down and just sat in the seat. Salcito had turned on the satellite radio and was letting her listen to music. Masane had found a channel that played Japanese music and she was listening to that. Salcito had no interest in the radio and just focused on driving.
Cars honked and swerved to avoid the supercar. The police would have tried to chase the car down, but the fact of Salcito being a U.N. agent made it so they could not stop him. The cops then chose to clear the road so as to get him to his location. Masane saw the clear roads and asked about them.
"The local police know that if they hinder me, then they can actually be put in prison. They've decided to help us out, so the road is clear," Salcito said, speeding down the highway. "So what's your connection with Douji?"
"Clean up services," Masane said, keeping her secret about the Witchblade from him.
"Oh, okay. Professionally, do you think they know anything?"
"I don't know, they don't tell me much," Masane said, being truthful. She thought that if she didn't know a lot, why they would tell him was beyond her.
"And personally?"
"They know more than they let on, trust me on that one."
The rest of the trip was fast and they arrived at the front door. A sign said that the parking garage was still ahead, but Salcito ignored it and got out of his car. Masane got out too, and they both walked in. The lady at the desk looked up and was obviously startled to the giant of a man standing there. She calmed down enough to ask him if he had an appointment.
"Yes, with the whole board of directors. The meeting is at eight-thirty, can you point me in the right direction?" Salcito said calmly.
"And may I have your name and identification?" the receptionist said.
"Sure, it's U.N. Agent Salcito," the man said, pulling out his U.N. I.D. The girl was taken aback. She didn't know what to do other than point toward on elevator. "Thank you."
Masane walked over to the elevator with him and got in it. Salcito looked at her in curiosity.
"Going somewhere?" he asked, looking down at her.
"Um, yes. I have to talk with my director at ten and I don't feel like leaving just to come back," Masane said, lying directly to his face. He knew she was lying, but didn't care. Her business was her own. The elevator played some of its normal elevator music, the two standing next to each other. Masane looked at the man and realized he was still wearing the same cloak, and she wondered to that.
"Why do you wear that?" Masane asked, looking up at the U.N. Agent.
"My own reasons, ones that shall remain my own," he said, pulling the hood back up over his head. Masane was starting to feel uncomfortable and moved over a little.
The bell dinged and the doors opened, showing a floor that was mostly void of life. A sign on the wall said "Conference Room" and pointed down the hall. Salcito bid Masane a good day and left for the meeting. Masane left the room and walked to Director Tokayama's office to speak with him about her next pay.
Salcito walked down the hall and eventually came to a pair of doors. One of the directors was outside the room, waiting for him.
"You must be the U.N. Agent, please this way," the director said. He had black hair and was in a crisp suit. He was larger than most people and looked hardy. A scar ran down his right side of his face, and his chin was much squared. This director wasn't afraid to make eye contact with Salcito, even if he had to look up some.
Salcito nodded and the two walked in. A rectangular table sat in the middle of a large room, different directors seated around the table. The director that had led him in walked over to the head of the table and sat down next to one of the other directors up there. The whole group had gotten quiet and they all looked at the U.N. Agent. He looked at them and stepped forward, coming up to his end of the table. One of the directors closest to him looked over and spoke to the Agent.
"What do we owe this from the U.N. for?" the director said, earning all eyes on him.
"Well, for your information Director…"
"Wado, Masaya Wado."
"Director Wado, the U.N. has sent me here to find and protect a very powerful being. The Witchblade," Salcito said, earning silence. "Now, I know for a fact that Douji is involved with the Witchblade. While doing research for it, I was brought to Douji by a joint operation with the NSWF. When I tried to get into your files, I was blocked by a firewall, and a good one at that. After removal of the firewall, I found a file that proved to me that you had the Witchblade." Salcito stopped talking for a second to allow the information to sink in and questions to be asked.
"How were you able to break through our firewall? It is the best and most expensive money can buy," Director Wado said, seeming to take command of the meeting.
"Actually, I have the most advanced security. You guys were actually clever as to make it so only clients on the Douji network would have access to this information, but you forgot that an expert hacker knows how to make themselves seem like they are part of the network without being on the same continent. Also, you might want to do a few scans of your system. I had to take down the firewall for half a second, which is plenty of time for a virus to get in behind me," Salcito said, reaching into his coat and pulling out a sliver of metal. He pressed a button on the side and the thing lit up with a holographic display.
Salcito then placed the object on the computer in front of him and the screen above and behind him turned on. He pressed a few things on his display until an image of the Witchblade and its files shone on the screen.
"This is what I saw when I hacked into Douji, not much information on something so powerful. So I am giving you all a chance to tell me who the current bearer is, or I will get political," the U.N. Agent warned.
All the Directors stared at the man like he was ready to take Douji away from them with a single press of a button. Director Wado though had a mean look on his face, like he was thinking of how to better his position. He stood up and straightened his suit and spoke to the Agent.
"Agent Salcito, I believe if you wish to know anything, I believe that you should speak with Director Takayama. He is the one in charge of the Witchblade Project, so he should know who the bearer is at this time," Wado said, trying to place blame on his colleague.
"Fine then, Director Takayama, may we speak in your office. I am done with these inpatients," Salcito said, pressing another button on his pad and placing it back in his coat.
"Of course. Please meet me there, I'll have my assistant, Segawa, escort you to my office," Director Takayama said, pressing a button at his station and another man walked in. He was of average height and had black hair. He too was in a suit and had a professional manner about him.
"Yes, Director?" the assistant asked Director Takayama.
"Could you escort our guest to my office? He and I have thing to discuss," Takayama said.
"Of course, Director," Segawa said, turning to the guest. "Please follow me."
The two turned and walked out of the meeting room, leaving the Directors to sigh a breath of relief. Director Wado thought that he had gotten Takayama in trouble, but it was not the case. When Wado pressed a button at his station, an image flashed on his screen. This caused Wado to jump back from the sudden intrusion of the image on his screen. Wado looked at it from the scare and saw it to be a troll face, which puzzled Wado.
Suddenly, every screen in the room was filled with troll faces except Director Takayama's. The troll song started to play through the speaker in the room and Takayama couldn't help but smile a little at the antic unfurling in front of him. Segawa was looking at the U.N. Agent when the Agent busted out laughing.
"What's so funny?" Segawa asked, keeping his voice about the same.
"Nothing, just ask Takayama when he gets back to his office. Let's go," Salcito said, leaving Segawa with less answers than before.
The two arrived at Takayama's office to find Masane Amaha was already in the room. Salcito looked at her for a second before he figured it all out, but decided to play dumb to see what she really knew. Segawa talked first though.
"Ah, Ms. Amaha, what brings you here today?" Segawa asked, his tone pleasant and smooth.
"Um, actually it was Salcito here. He offered me a ride and got here early, so I chose to wait for Director Takayama," Masane answered.
"Then I guess that you don't need to talk to Director Takayama," Segawa said to Salcito, earning a confused look from Masane and a fake look from Salcito.
"Why?" Salcito asked, pretending to be ignorant of the facts.
"Well, because if you are here because of the Witchblade, than you don't need to look any farther than right in front of you," Segawa said. "Agent Salcito, may I re-introduce you to Masane Amaha, bearer of the Witchblade."