HEY EVERYONE! SORRY FOR THE EXTREMELY LONG WAIT! I WAS TRYING TO GET SOME MORE CHAPTERS IN BEFORE THIS UPDATE, BUT I COULDN'T FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT WORK. ANYWAYS, ARC 2 STARTS ROUGHLY ONE YEAR AFTER ARC 1. I HOPE YOU ENJOY! THIS CHAPTER IS MAINLY INTRODUCING SOME KEY PLAYERS IN THIS UPCOMING ARC, SO NO DOG DAYS CHARACTERS JUST YET. ONWARD WITH THE STORY!
Arc II: Complications
Chapter 1: Cheslea Harpvok and Tauno Siblings
"I'm in position. I can't see the target," a 32 year old woman spoke, wearing a tight body suit, carrying a Dragunov SVU-A rifle, looking through the scope towards a building. She also had two curved blades, both blood stained from almost five years ago, and a silenced black Desert Eagle.
"Calm down Panther. Remember we came early to make sure we got him before he can testify against our client," a voice reminded her over a radio.
"I know. You have the remote sniper in position as well?" Panther asked.
"Just loading the bullet in the rifle. Same model as your rifle, and it has a blank in it so we run a much lower risk of getting caught," her partner informed. "I'll be in this room while you take the shot. I'll make sure that a bullet goes through the window here so it looks like the shooter was in this room. Not going to leave the casing here either."
"Good. Hold on, I see movement," Panther informed, looking through. "That's our target. I have a shot. On my mark."
She took a breath, and had her finger over the trigger.
"Now."
Three shots went off, Panther moving out once the target fell, along with her partner, who collected the casing from his pistol. They met up at the roof, jumping away on the rooftops away from the courthouse, making sure that they had enough distance.
"Great work Panther. I can see that you are serious about these assassinations," her partner informed. "What happened when you were silent for those five months?"
She whipped out her Desert Eagle, and shot him point blank in the forehead, ending him instantly.
"A failed contract," she answered, collecting her casing. "Thank you for your service. I'll be collecting the payment now."
/-/Eight Hours Later\-\
"Sir, Chelsea Harpvok is here to see you," a security guard informed, a woman entering the room. She had a black Desert Eagle strapped to her lower leg, and two karambit knives at her fore arms: both United Cutlery Honshu karambits with four inch blades and a rainbow-like finish, both of which were blood stained. Her current clothes consisted of gray cargo pants and a white shirt. Her black and blonde hair was done in a ponytail, and her left blue eye and her green right eye were gazing into the man's soul. The black hair was just above her right eye, and was her most notable feature. He had become used to the gaze, as he had essentially brought her up after finding and saving her life nearly five years ago.
"How are you doing my daughter?" he asked, Chelsea sitting down in one of the two chairs in front of his desk.
"Excellent. The nanobots don't seem to be acting up," Chelsea answered.
"I don't think they will. But I think it is strange how they have not replicated what that man took from you, but shaped something new," he mulled over.
"So, did I get any mail while I was out?" Chelsea asked.
"Ah yes. This came to you. An invitation to a meeting in Japan. It sounds promising. The date is in a month. They are leaving ample time for a response. I'll leave the choice to you. It was sent to me by a good friend of mine by the name of Ichiro Osamu. He is looking for people to test the world's first stable wormhole. The choice is entirely yours though," he spoke, handing her a letter.
"I see you scanned the letter before handing it to me. Let me see the specifics," Chelsea accepted the letter, opening it. She read over it, seeing everything her adoptive father spoke of. Upon further inspection, she saw that it was a rescue mission for a single man contracted by someone by the name of Banshee. The letter left out the name of the rescue target, but she knew who it was due to the name on the letter. It was also a hefty amount of money offered, three million USD for the safe return of the man. She smiled, and folded the letter, closing her eyes. "I'll finally get to see you again Jaxson Amber," she whispered. She opened her eyes, looking at her father. "I'll go. I need to present this letter as it is also the only way into the meeting point, as it is locked up tight."
"I understand. Should we get the jet ready so you have time to sight see as well?" Chelsea's father asked.
"That would be terrific. Let me just pack a few things. We can only have one duffel bag at most. I'll go pack now," Chelsea informed, a skip in her step now.
'Finally. After all this time, I will get my revenge on you, and do what you did to me, and finally kill you,' Chelsea evilly smiled, heading to her room to pack. Opening her door, her room was the last thing one would expect to see as a girl's room. The usual things were there: a bed, a desk and computer, and some typical furnishings. However, on one wall that used to be bare, was one picture, with red strings going from place to place, and other people's pictures, news articles, classified operations she got her hands on, with all but two crossed out.
Jaxson Amber and Chase Parker.
She was intent on killing them, as she has killed every other lead that got her to where she was now. Making sure to let Jaxson know that she had killed everyone that he was close to.
/-/Meanwhile\-\
Two men were going at it, parrying, blocking, and countering every punch the other was delivering. They were siblings Damien and Sampson Tauno, and currently, they were training to become the top mercenaries so that they could get out and see the world, and not watch their lives fade away. Damien, the younger of the siblings, landed a right hook, and then started a barrage of punches, not giving his brother any room to breathe. Finishing with an uppercut, Sampson was hanging onto the ropes, panting heavily.
"You put up a damn good fight," Sampson smirked. Sampson Tauno, the older of the two brothers at 32 years of age, had short brown hair, green eyes, and had on a black tank top and gym shorts. He was currently barefoot, as was his brother. Damien Tauno was only 29 and had his hair a little longer, and wore the same thing as his brother, along with a black headband tied around his forehead.
"I have to. You keep getting tougher. Let's eat dinner, then some video games. Sound alright?" Damien asked.
"Yup. Oh, the mail came and there was a letter addressed to both of us," Sampson informed, the two sitting down on the couch, Sampson handing him the letter. "I'll let you read it."
"Thanks. If it's another bill, I'll kill you," Damien smiled, opening the letter. "This looks like an invitation."
"What does it say?" Sampson asked, the two siblings reading the letter. Once they finished, they looked at each other.
"Dude, this is our big break. Three million and an adventure," Damien smirked.
"Three million per person or total? I am all for the adventure, but we need to be compensated as well," Sampson reminded.
"Who cares? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Going across a wormhole to an entirely new world to humans is not something you can simply pass up," Damien argued, opening his phone.
"What are you doing?" Sampson asked, feeling like he knew the answer.
"I have one thousand left in my account. I know of someone who can get us there before the meeting time and still have money left over," Damien informed.
"I had a feeling you were going to say that," Sampson sighed.
"You in or what?" Damien asked.
"Someone has to cover your ass," Sampson replied, looking over the letter. "Hold up. Look at this."
Damien looked at what Sampson directed his attention to. "What? We can only use old weapons? Like weapons used before firearms? What kind of place are we going to?"
"I'm guessing that it might just be a parallel world, and they don't have rifles, and that might end up causing chaos. You took an archery class a few years ago, right?" Sampson confirmed.
"I still have the bow. I'll get ready. I know you're decent with a katana, so pack your weapons. We will leave in the morning so we aren't groggy as fuck," Damien informed, placing the letter on the coffee table, making note that it was there.
SO, THERE ARE THREE KEY PLAYERS SO FAR, AND OBVIOUSLY SOMEONE IS OBSESSED. BUT THEY HAVE A GOOD REASON FOR IT. UNTIL NEXT TIME!