A/N: hello to the new installment of this story. now for a few things coming up; the were hacked into by , the knife was left behind, and the cigar really is that much.
I DO NOT OWN WITCHBLADE OR HALO. enough said.
Director Takayama walked into his office expecting to find Segawa and the U.N. Agent in the room waiting for him. What he found was not that.
Salcito was standing on one side of the room as Masane was yelling at Segawa. Takayama looked at the situation and was able to figure out what had happened, adding to the weird day. Salcito looked at Takayama and walked over to him.
"Director Takayama, I think that your assistant has made a mistake and is pay the consequence of that now," Salcito said, standing next to Takayama.
"Same here. Ms. Amaha, would you please stop badgering my assistant?" Takayama asked, Masane stopping and glaring at Segawa. "Good, now that we have that settled, Agent Salcito is here under orders from the U.N. about the Witchblade. I believe he should be the one to tell you."
"Yes. Masane, I have to come to protect you until my life is threatened. That means that if something was to kill me, I am to immediately leave the fight. If and when you die, I am to take the Witchblade back with me and destroy it by any means necessary. Any questions?" Salcito said, leaving Masane dumbfounded.
"Um, and what makes you think that you can protect me? I have the Witchblade and you are just a man, how could you possible protect me?" Masane asked, a question on everyone's mind.
"When the U.N. sends agents to do protection details, we have to be able to take out the one we are protecting. This in the event that the client becomes the target. I was chosen because I am the only one who could challenge the Witchblade and win," Salcito said, making Masane cross her arms.
"You can't be serious. How are you strong enough to take on the Witchblade? I don't believe you," Masane said.
"Then I think a demonstration is in order. Takayama, could you allow me access into your training area for the iWeapons? I think that would be a good place to show off," Salcito said.
"Of course. When do you want us there?"
"ASAP, I'll be there soon," Salcito said, walking out of the office and leaving the three alone. Segawa sighed and looked at Director Takayama.
"Do you think he's going to use an iWeapon on himself?" Segawa asked, hoping it wasn't true.
"I don't know, but I would hate to explain to the U.N. what happened to their favorite agent," Takayama said.
iWeapon facility
Takayama, Segawa, and Masane all stood in the observation room overlooking the faux city street. The room was lit and waiting for Salcito, and they were getting anxious.
"What do you think is taking him so long?" Masane asked, her question being ignored. But the answer came soon.
One of the doors that go into the holding area for the iWeapons opened and three iWeapons rolled out, looking for their target. They moved into the middle of the street and waited. Takayama looked at his console and cursed when he tried to gain control of the iWeapons.
"Damn, they seem to be working on a different system. They safeties are off on them too. Why would he do that?" Takayama said.
"Why, what happens if the safeties are off?" Masane asked.
"They iWeapons become unpredictable and don't worry about ammo conservation. This is when they are most dangerous. Even on the battle field, generals know that this is something that you never do. Because the machines will do anything to defeat the enemy, even self-destruction," Takayama said, his face hardening.
"What?! Is he trying to get himself killed?" Masane said, looking for him. A door on the far side of the room opened to reveille Salcito walked toward the machines. He was still wearing his coat, but he had something tucked under his arm. They zoomed in and saw it to be a helmet with a reflective visor.
As Salcito walked farther out, the weapons saw him. He placed the helmet on his head and kept walking toward the machines, shocking the whole group. The iWeapons moved forward, aiming their front cannon's at the man.
"Target acquired," the machines said, all open firing on the man. Masane looked away from the barrage of fire on one target. Smoke filled the area and the machines were unable to see their target.
Suddenly, one of the machines was engulfed in a blue shroud and exploded, causing the other two machines to look at their fallen comrade. This was their mistake as man came running out of the smoke and slammed right into the side of the iWeapon closes to him. The weapon was thrown fifty yards back and on its side.
The other iWeapon looked over and the cannon barrel was grabbed by Salcito. The barrel was under each arm and he squeezed, crushing the barrel. He then proceeded to lift the machine and throw it at the other one. The iWeapons collided and fell over each other.
As the iWeapons tried to situate themselves, Salcito removed two knifes from under his coat and threw them into the machines control panel, causing both machines to detonate. One of the knifes came flying back at him, which he caught as it was just about to hit his head. He replaced the knife back under his coat and did a quick look around.
Salcito straightened up and looked up at the control room. Director Takayama, Segawa, and Masane all stood in shock at the whole seen. He took a bow and spoke through the rooms speakers.
"Now do you believe me that I was the best choose to protect the Witchblade?" he said, his voice even and calm. The group was silent.
Salcito walked over to the exit and walked out, prompting the upper group to meet him outside. They were still in shock as the saw him by the door. He had his helmet off and was smoking a cigar. He looked down at the group and little chuckled.
"By the looks on your faces, I made an impression. Good, so Ms. Amaha, I will need to stay near you so as to better protect you. Director Takayama, there is no charge here as I technically don't exist. Anything you have Ms. Amaha do, I will also be present. Are there any questions?"
"Yeah, how were you not destroyed back there?" Masane asked.
"Classified."
"What do you mean classified? Aren't I supposed to trust you to protect my?" Masane asked, placing her hands on her hips.
"Yes, but there are still things I am not allowed to tell anyone. Any other questions?" Salcito said, taking a puff from his cigar.
"Yes, could you please put that out? It's not healthy for you," Director Takayama said, waving away the smoke.
"For you it might be, but I'll do it just because you might get cancer from it," Salcito complied, taking the cigar out and jamming the smoldering end into his helmet. The group looked at him weird. "What? This is a fucking expensive cigar. I paid 750 American dollars for this one cigar. I am going to enjoy it until it's completely gone."
Takayama and Masane both shook their heads at the man, Segawa had left to go get the car for Takayama. Segawa returned with the car and offered a ride to Masane, but Salcito beat him to it.
"No sir, I will be escorting Ms. Amaha around from now on so as to insure that she is protected. Are you ready to leave?"
"Fine, but no funny business while you're staying with me, got it?" Masane ordered.
"Would never think of it ma'am. I have a certain standing that I never fratinerize with those I am ordered to protect. It's not good if I have to kill you," the U.N. Agent said, walking over to his car and opening both doors with a single press of his keys.
He got in his side and Masane got in her , them driving away toward Masane's residence. Takayama and Segawa watched them drive away.
"Director, do you believe what he said about the U.N. knowing about the Witchblade being as powerful as they think?"
"Maybe, but it is impossible to find out. They have the best systems on the market for everything, and their people are the best trained. All we can do is hope that he is telling the truth, or we'll be out a lot of money fast. And don't tail him either, I don't want to get on his bad side," Takayama said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes in thought.
"Yes sir, I don't think we would enjoy ending up like our iWeapons did," Segawa said, driving back to Douji, Ind. to continue the rest of the day.