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A certain day of a certain month, 2010 in Tokonosu City, Japan—

Over a decade had passed since the outbreak in Raccoon City, and the word "bioweapon" was something that was rarely heard now. The reason behind this was the establishment of the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Association by the United Nations, keeping a sharp lookout for anything remotely resembling bioweapons. They are supported in many different aspects as they continued to fight the winning war against its users and distributors with eight different branches working together. The Wolfpack was involved in several of the cases, but very few of them were privy to that information in the BSAA.

Viper—who was now calling himself Takashi Komuro—pulled out a Colt M1911A1 and a knife out from under his pillow and stretched his back as he put them on the bedside table. The interior of his spacious room was simple, all of it black or navy blue besides the flooring and ceiling. The far right corner had a futon, the left had a bookcase, a wardrobe, a desk, and a small workbench which had a small refrigerator that was slid underneath lined up.

His body had incurred many scars of different sizes and shapes over the years, His maturity, at least physically, was now no different from an adult. His body was thin but toned and well conditioned, with excess fat close to nonexistent.

"Goddamn, I'm fucking bored," he groaned. It was true. Life as a civilian was too dull and lacking very much in terms of thrill and excitement. "What to do, what to do…?" He muttered, tracing the tattoo on his right torso deep in thought.

The Wolfpack had traveled to almost every country there is in the world, killing and stealing from extremists, terrorists, various criminal organizations, and street gangs. Two years ago, they had succeeded in uncovering dirty scandals of several politicians participating in auctions hosted by sex traffickers, and stole some plutonium in Moldova. In the following year, they had hunted down Somalian pirates and crippled the military force of a certain small island country. After doing similar things for so long, jobs like that were becoming scarce and long vacations have gotten stale.

Takashi did have a social circle beyond the Wolfpack but is kept at a bare minimum, always keeping them at arms length to keep his "true" self intact.

Is there a man that could forever hide their true nature from others and continue living?

The answer is no. Even animals skilled in the art of mimicry eventually come across a predator that they fail to fool, are devoured, and die. Humans are animals as well, and it was only a matter of time before the id's primal desire overwhelms and drowns out the ego and superego. Everyday life full of excitement, of adrenaline, blood, and killing is the Wolfpack's definition of everyday life.

His thoughts were interrupted by a heavy metal song blaring from his phone. The screen showed a name of someone in his small circle of a social life with civilians: Saeko Busujima. Takashi stared at the phone for several seconds, contemplating whether to ignore the call or not, but he answered the call on speaker. "Yes?"

"H-hello?" Her voice was a little low for a girl's, but right now it was at a rather high pitch. He could already feel her nervousness oozing from the speaker. "Um, is that you, Komuro?"

"Indeed it is. Aren't you still at the training camp for the kendo club?"

"We are taking a break right now, and it ends the day after tomorrow."

"I see. And to what do I owe the pleasure of getting a call from you?"

"I know this may be….well, unorthodox and sudden, but…" her voice trailed off.

"Yes?" Takashi pressed on, his patience wearing thin at an accelerated rate from her wishy-washiness and the prolonged exposure of boredom. "What is it you want, Ms. Busujima? Power? Money? Fame? Your own private continent and an army?"

"None of the above, actually. I was wondering if I may pay you a visit." She answered in a quiet voice after clearing her throat.

"At my place?"

"Yes."

Takashi turned his head to the side. The only people to ever cross the threshold of this house were the members of the Wolfpack taking shifts in pairs, playing their parts of the foster parents and home visits from teachers. Why would she suddenly ask something like this out of the blue? "Well…actually, I'm still working on an assignment right now, and I'm doing it as we speak," he lied through his teeth. In actuality, every assignment was done and finished. Due to the thorough education of the Wolfpack most of whom have graduated from top tier colleges, Takashi's intellect was well beyond a college graduate, and fluent in seven languages including English and Japanese.

"Allow me to lend you a hand then. I have finished mine before the training camp." Takashi had to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle the groan of annoyance for her persistence. "Also, I believe I have insisted that you call me by name on multiple occasions. And you always seem to be standing on ceremony bothers me a bit. Our acquaintance is not slight. Not anymore, at least."

Takashi's forehead slammed into the desk. At least it was on the phone, but on the off chance that someone else had heard this conversation, they would be making baseless speculations about his relationship with her which would open up a new batch of problems.

"What was that sound? Are you alright?"

"No worries. Hardcover book fell off the desk is all."

Takashi first met Saeko four years ago, and the circumstances they met in was far from ideal. It was on the way back from a part time job as a mechanic offered by the Bratva introduced via Spectre's connections. While the workload and pay were good, not everyone was enthusiastic about having a foreigner among them, even in foreign land, leading to some quarrels on the scene. He came across a scene where a middle aged man was obviously molesting her, and unfortunately for the man, Takashi immediately decided to take his pent-up frustration at work out on the unsuspecting pervert, sending him flying into a garbage can after slamming a jumping knee kick into his temple.

Takashi left the scene quickly, but apparently she committed his features to memory in that short span. Their paths crossed again four years later at a private high school called Fujimi Academy. To make things worse, she saw him during a session of shadow boxing including a bout with rubber weapons. While style and ideology may differ, Saeko immediately took a liking to him as a fellow martial artist, and she has been giving him calls, texts, and visits with school materials when he was absent frequently.

But even then Takashi kept his emotions distant from her. Just as she had said, their acquaintance is no longer slight, but that does not mean that they were intimate either. Regardless of what Saeko thought of him, Takashi continued to keep their relationship as a junior student to her senior student.

"Of course, I will not press the matter if it is a bad time for you…" She murmured forlornly, which made Takashi's mind race almost immediately. If he rejects her here and now, there may be some damage to his double life to some degree, and after taking so long to build this fake persona up to now, it was not a risk he was willing to take.

"It's alright. You're welcome to visit me at your convenience."

"Really? Thank you," Her sunken voice rose up immediately.

"I'll pick you up three days from now then. I've recently acquired my driver's license." After informing the essentials, he tossed the phone onto his desk and checked the calendar hanging above the workbench. Under the consensus of three month shits in pairs, Vector and Bertha were currently living with him. but tomorrow they will leave and Beltway (real name Hector Hivers) and Four Eyes (real name Christine Yamata) will take their place.

Takashi was not too worried about Four Eyes since she is someone with a relatively stable personality as long as it does not involve viruses. The real problem was Beltway. He is boorish, rough, and has a penchant for taking jokes and horsing around too far. But the frightening part was his profound knowledge in chemistry, machinery and potential explosives due to his education at MIT. The most recent stunt involved making a helicopter fall from the pad all the way to the ground by setting explosives to the ceilings and floor of all the floors. Takashi made a mental note to ensure Beltway to refrain from any of his experiments in the basement.

"Michaela, you heard that?" Spectre (real name Vladimir Bodrofski) smiled a twisted smile as he played the conversation over his computer while talking to his sister-in-arms.

"Loud and clear," Bertha answered with a smirk who was currently sitting in the living room directly below Takashi. "You were always good with espionage."

"Were? Please, I am and always will be the best around. Still, I'm surprised and intrigued that Viper is letting a woman hang around him for this long. Lupo's instructions were to keep an eye on people who come to that house, but this was nothing short of a good catch. Remind me again who is after you?"

"Hector and Chris. Forward that recording to them as well and to stay out of the way for now."

Realizing what she meant, Spectre nodded, snickering all the while. "Copy that."

"Where are you by the way?"

"Ah, I am….accompanying Lupo's visit to her children."

"Is she alright? She seemed to be drinking a lot more than I remember from eight years ago."

"For now, yes, she is stable. I will make sure she has very little. In fact, I am glad it only stopped with drinks. I am aware it is presumptuous of me as a non-family man, but a mother whose child has been taken away from this world truly has nothing left to lose. I cannot even begin to imagine her pain." Spectre had attended countless funerals of agents from the KGB, FSB and other Russian military personnel. He had seen comrades, sons, daughters, fathers, sons and siblings cry as they watch the coffin descend into the ground countless times. "The Lupo I know is strong, noble, and beautiful. I cannot bear to watch her. I wish to see her with Viper more. She looks the happiest together with him like a true mother and son regardless of blood ties."

"You're right. They have the same eyes too. But don't forget, he is our son as much as he is Lupo's. And his name is Takashi Komuro. For now."

"I must go now."

"Send her my regards."

"I will. Send mine to Hector and Christine as well."

"I will. I have to pick them up at the airport and go abroad either way. Maybe I'll go to Barcelona? I hear it's nice this time around."

"Ah, Spain? The wine and chorizo was quite a delicacy. Might I also suggest Andalusia? The weather and view is breathtaking."

"I'll take your word for it. Bye now."