Sargent Crash : Glad you are willing to wait. I'll take your recommendation into consideration, as I only have a general idea about how this will go. Above all, I hope you enjoy my story.

One thing before you read this one. Japanese or any foreign language dialogue are written in italic, English will be written normally. This story will involve multiple dialogue, bear with me here. Other than that, please enjoy.

In a quiet alleyway somewhere in district 7, Academy City. (Four days before the heist)

"Well, this place isn't sketchy at all." Said a man, looking at a dark alley in front of him. That man is Lee, a newcomer to the city of science. From his name it was almost possible to assume he was chinese, or of any chinese born. You'd be wrong, although he definetly not from around there. He has just arrived in town, fresh from the tarmac, without even going to the hotel first, he went straight to the given address written on a piece of paper he's holding right now.

"Are you sure this is the place?" He double checked with his cab driver, who is parked not far from where he is
"Mochiron (Of course), I've been doing this for 5 years. I knew this city like the back of my hand."

The cab driver gave a fair enough argument. Soon after, Lee paid him and he left leaving him alone sitting on top of a dumpster. It was dark, with only a dipping neon placed on top. Using that excuse, he decided to help a bit, by lighting up his cigarette.

"Well well, I thought I smelled cigarette." Came a voice from the darkness. The owner of the voice stepped into the light with a smirk on his face.

"Sparky!"

The two men then greeted each other.

Sparky, was not his real name. He was a good friend of Lee and like him, Sparky is new in town. Well, not really, he's been there before, although he wasn't a regular visitor. As said previously, sparky wasn't a real name. It was just a nickname given by his colleague due to his specialty, Lee being one of them knew that Sparky didn't like using his real name. One thing for certain though, he's Scottish.

"Straight from the airport?"
"Yep, I assume you as well." Sparky answered, using his unique accent. "You're alone here?"

Lee was about to respond, but another voice answered the question.

"No."

Both men turned, only to see yet another man leaning against the wall. Both men smirked.

"Well, if it isn't Mr. John Cobalt. You're a sight for sore eyes."
John chuckled, "Sparky, Pyro."
"Pyro, was my 'job' name. For now, it's Lee."
"Speaking of job, I thought we're here for one." Sparky brought up the subject. "Where's everyone else?"
"I don't know, but I presume they're on the door to your left there Lee."

Lee glances to the direction John had given him, and was a bit surprised. "Wew, that wasn't there before." Both men paused, before they then realized. "Wait, did you just..." they said pointing at John.

John simply smiled. He asked the both men to enter through that door before they presses the subject any further.

John Francis Cobalt was his full name. This British lad is noticable by his common sense of fashion, which involve a full dark brown leather coat, and a hat. Under it all was a handsome young man, with dark short hair and blue eyes. Nevertheless, he is respected amongst his colleague. He has many specialty, one of which is his outstanding performance with his Glock 17, something to do with sending small projectiles to an area the size of a peanut from a range of over 100 meters away. Like Sparky and Pyro, he also has a nickname. He was famously known by his colleague simply as 'the Illusionist'.

That man led the two down a tight hallway, surrounded by grey brick wall and ceiling that looks like it about collapse at any moment. Eventually, these men reached a door at the end of the short hall. A red door, particularly clean compare to the rest of the hall. John opened it, and the three men enter.

The room was dim. Even so, the three can clearly see that there are people inside already, six to be exact, excluding themselves of course.

"Well look at here, the three hunters has arrived."
"Hello there Ishi." Greeted John.

Ishiyama Kitaro, a Japanese born, he is a man with not much record behind him. In fact, he has NO records, at all, which makes him heck of a lot more mysterious. An old school kind of guy, prefer swords over guns despite him living in the 21st century.

Sitting next to him was Neo, Neo Ferguson to be exact. Unlike everyone else in the room, he is part of the city, as he's been living there for ten years now. He knew the city like the back of his hand, even more than the cab driver, down to the darkest corner. It's safe to say that there's nothing going on in that city without him knowing about it.

A table sits in the middle of the room, on the opposite stood a lady with long black hair and a face what most people consider beautiful. Her name is 'Rose' Shinida, she is the very definition of the words 'Beauty Bites'. Rose of course, wasn't her real name, although Shinida is a real family name. Story goes she's named Rose because of her beauty, that was a lie, she was actually named Rose because most of the english-speaking co-workers weren't able to pronounce her name right. Like Ishiyama, she is a Japanese born.

How many was that? 6, which means 3 to go. I'm just going introduce them quickly.

The three remaining people in the room were Aengus O'grady, Stieg Hauptmann, and Robin Longstride. You may guess from their names, that they were; Irish, German, and British. O'grady was a close friend to Neo, he went all over the place and has been to Academy City for a number of time. Stieg however, mostly operate somewhere in Europe, or sometimes, in the Artic Circles. No one knew what he was doing there, presumably he spent his day there, if not on a job, trying to make friends with polar bear. Yes, he is a strange one, nevertheless he's a valuable member to the team and a great drinker.

Longstride in the other hand, was a special case. He's a quiet one, almost doesn't talk unless he really needed to. Knowing this, you can guess that he has a horrible social skill. His lack of social skill however, was filled with enhanced marksmanship skill. Yes, I know it wasn't the same. Any range weapon, from a bow and arrow, to a 20mm anti-material rifle, he turned a weapon into a laser guided catapult as soon as he touched it. If he was to be given an apple as a target, being put on top of someone's head as he was standing 500 meters away from him, he would hit the caterpilar inside the apple.

The men, and woman, surrounds the wooden table.

"So, now what?"
"Now, we talk business!" Answered a man in suit excitedly as he slam the door open and walked with pace to the edge of the table.

"What are ye doing here?" asked Aengus.
"I'm briefing you guys. What is it looks like I'm doing."
"The Oracle, getting off his arse and jumped to the field in what? 5 years?"
"Actually, a week. I've met a Queen, a cold one. I can tell you all about it but we won't have the time. Ask Lee, he was there."
"Ok, forget about that. What are we doing here?"

The room fell into silence, before the man in suit, The Oracle, slam a file into the table.

"Gentlemen, and lady. We... are about to rob a bank." He said, as a wide smirk drawn on his face.

Reviews are always welcomed. Until next chapter, Legion Out... Taraa~