"Those who make peaceful revolution impossible, make violent revolution inevitable."

-John Fitzgerald Kennedy, President of the United States, 1962

"-ports of concentration camps throughout the world have surfaced. It is believed the majority of victims are Quirkless but at this time, CNN cannot confirm."

"Disturbing news tonight as we on the BBC have learned that one of our colleagues was murdered for being a Quirkless."

"News out of Washington DC where a sitting Congressman has been unanimously voted to be censured. Representative Bradshaw of Louisiana pushed this motion in an attempt to silence the only Quirkless in the US Congress."

"Breaking News out of India where Prime Minister Rawat has been assassinated. This comes after reports emerged that Prime Minister Rawat was secretly Quirkless."

"-our news crew in Indonesia has reported Army tanks rolling down highways. Our Al-Jazeera correspondent on site has confirmed that members of the Army KOSTRAD unit are arresting members of the Indonesian government. So far, there are no reports on the status of President Baswedan."

"THE ONLY GOOD QUIRKLESS, IS A DEAD QUIRKLESS!"

"Members of the SPLC have called for the US Government to intervene as public lynchings have spiked in the United States in recent years, mostly aimed at the Quirkless population."

"Dernières nouvelles en provenance des États-Unis où la police de la capitale a ouvert le feu à coups mortels sur des manifestants Quirkless. Les journalistes de France 24 sur le terrain font état d'environ 150 tués jusqu'à présent par la police américaine."

"President Biletsky of the United Nations Human Rights Council today has declared that human rights do not apply to those without a Quirk. In face of criticism from human rights organizations, Secretary-General of the UN Hanno Kallas, US President Eva Townsend, and British Prime Minister Michael Kingston have backed Biletsky's declaration, citing the Harvard Declaration where scientists believe that Quirks are the next step for Human evolution and those without it are merely holding the world back."

"Today is the anniversary of the Lewis Disaster. As we all know, the entire town of Lewis, Missouri with a total population of 1,400 was completely eradicated in an unexplained explosion with the only survivors being both the Pro-Heroes Bulldog and Star and Stripe who have grown up in this very town."

"Gaze upon all of this, my friends. Is this justice? Is this the society our so-called Heroes protect? Is this what our ancestors fought for? The fact remains then and remains now that the people who run this world do not care for you. Quirkless and those deemed to have weak Quirks are useless in their eyes. My friends, they took away rights for the Quirkless, but they'll eventually also take them away from people whose Quirks are weak. The world did not need Quirks to reach the moon or create weapons of mass destruction. Just sheer will. And with that will, we will rise up and tear down this rotten society. We will begin anew, where Quirks do not define a person. Let us start again. The Genesis Freedom Army calls upon all to rise. I am Prometheus, and I will guide you to the justice we seek."

*BEEP BEEP BEEP*

Eyes shot open, the man covered his face with his hands and groaned. His fingers felt the many scars on his face and he got up, turning off his alarm clock as he did so. He looked around his bedroom to take it in. To his right were two flags. Closer to the ceiling was a US Marine Corps flag and below it was a tattered flag of the United States. A drawer sat below the flags with framed pictures of the man himself in a Marine dress uniform, and another of him with an African-American gentleman in combat uniform in a desert somewhere. Both looked happy, a far cry from the grumpy man who got up from his bed.

He stretched after getting up, his body full of even more scars from burns, bullet wounds, and stab wounds. The man only wore his black undies with nothing else covering his muscular body. Making his way to the closet on the left side of his bedroom, the man continued to stretch his upper body until he felt satisfying popping sounds. There was a beeping sound when the man stood in front of the glowing blue, glass closet doors. They slid open, revealing his Pro-Hero costume in its glory. His hands reached up and touched the steel mask which had holes in it to allow him to breath. Behind the holes were filters so it could also function as a gas mask. The mask itself was designed to cover the entire head except for his eyes. It was attached to a Kevlar helmet designed to look like a World War 2 helmet that was painted green and had the words "FORECON" in bright orange. Covering his torso is what could only be described as steel green WW2 body armor with metallic shoulder pads, and a mish-mash of customized armor covering his arms, knees, and shin. He also had black gloves, dark pants, a dark shirt underneath, a belt with pouches for any essentials, steel-toed boots, and a holster on his waist for a pistol.

For most people, he looked like someone obsessed with World War 2 and used a bunch of junk for his armor. However, that was just what he wanted it to look like. For the user, it was still a very advanced armor set he carried into many battles and would often leave unscathed thanks to it. The people he saved and the villains he fought thought of him as powerful and unbreakable, just the way he wanted.

His hands found his way to his chest armor. They then retracted and clutch the two pairs of dog tags around the man's neck. He sighed, sounding sad and disappointed before he moved away to go for a shower.

Several minutes later, the man left his own room and found himself in a vast underground hallway big enough for multiple vehicles to drive through side by side. People of all types working for the Yoroi Musha Agency were walking around minding their business. He spotted Commandos, Engineers, Scientists, and standard office workers. Cleaning the floors he could see small robots making sure the place was clean and tidy.

"Hey Bulldog!"

The man looked to his left, finding another sidekick walking up to him.

"Hey, Vulcan," Bulldog responded. "Going to the cafeteria?"

"Sure am. Come join me will ya?"

Bulldog walked alongside Vulcan. Other people were also walking the same direction, assumingly towards the cafeteria. He glanced right and inspected Vulcan. The other sidekick was a bearded man with slicked-back hair, who wore a red poncho, a dark blue shirt, dark gray pants, metallic wrist guards that had a mini-computer built into them, brown boots, a belt with mechanical tools, and a Cuban cigar the man always kept in his mouth. It was then did Bulldog noticed a box underneath Vulcan's right arm.

"So what's in the box?" Bulldog asked.

"Eh, it's a cake I ordered. That new gal, Pomni, is having an existential crisis which is why Jax and Ragatha haven't been to any hotel staff meetings. Bought the cake to try and cheer her up." Vulcan answered.

"Ah, it's good to have friends looking out for you."

Vulcan side-eyed Bulldog.

"It's about the Lewis Disaster isn't it?" The bearded man asked. Bulldog didn't respond and it was all Vulcan needed to know. "Thought so. Look Jack, sooner or later you're gonna have to put that behind you. It ain't good for your mental health."

"I won't rest until Cathleen Bate is dead by my hands, Ian. She took my brother, I'm not letting that slide."

"Yeah, and you took her sister. Then the scuffle between the both of you killed everyone in your little town." They stopped and looked at each other. "You're in Japan, she's back in the states. There's an ocean between the both of you and everyone would like to keep it that way. From one American to another Jack, don't let those emotions ruin you. I know she's complicit in everything terrible the United States is doing, but there's a time and place. When it's all over, the both of us will go back and change things. As REAL Americans."

Bulldog scoffed and walked off.

"American? I don't even know what that means anymore."

Vulcan could only watch as his friend walked away. Disappointment and dread of what might come in the future was evident on his face.

A few hours later

After taking a bite to eat and practicing in the gun range, Bulldog found himself practicing in the hotel's training room. The training room itself was massive, big enough to fit 6 basketball courts. The ceiling, walls, and floor were made entirely of titanium to allow Pro-Heroes to be more flexible with their Quirks. Attached to the floor was also a system that projected Hardlight holograms of all kinds of opponents for Heroes to practice with.

Bulldog fought all kinds of copies. From villains, the policemen, to even other Pro-Heroes. He just blew up a hardlight copy of Captain Celebrity when in the distance, he noticed a copy of a very familiar caped Pro-Hero. The sidekick became consumed with rage. So much so that when a copy of Eraserhead attempted to sneak up on him, Bulldog grabbed it by the throat and ripped its head off effortlessly.

He snarled, seeing a copy of Star and Stripe. The copy and the Hero rushed each other. Bulldog ducked under the copy's swing and clenched his left fist, ready for an uppercut.

"CASTLE BRA-"

Before Bulldog could even finish his move, the copy disappeared, and the ground it stood on raised up into a wall. He stopped himself just in time before Bulldog could unleash his Quirk and looked at the wall quizzically.

"This training room has rules Mr. Bulldog." Approaching Bulldog from his left was an African gentleman in a business suit. He was bald and wore glasses. "I may be able to repair anything here in the blink of an eye, but I cannot control my hotel guests who will no doubt be very curious."

The Hero was breathing heavily, trying to calm himself down. It would do no good trying to fight the hotel manager. He would lose before he even knew it.

"The underground training facilities are in use, Mr. Masuku. I…needed to vent my anger somehow."

Masuku looked at Bulldog sympathetically. With his Quirk, he formulated a chair from the ground and sat down.

"So you come here, but there are still rules. And with these rules comes responsibilities. This training room is designed to withstand powerful attacks, to a certain degree. A Castle Bravo? Moses set limitations here for a reason."

Bulldog looked down in shame.

"Just…just need to release all this anger somehow. I saw Star and Stripe, but then I lost control."

"Hmmm, yes you did. I don't mean to generalize, but you Americans are quick to anger. One must learn to be patient and to keep their emotions in check. Our medical personnel do have ways to help with mental health issues. Perhaps you'd like to talk to Doctor Otrova? He is a sidekick just like you."

"Otrova? Why not Doctor Kali?" He asked.

"Ah, the esteemed Doctor Kali is currently visiting Jaku General Hospital after stopping a villain attack in the area with Luchador and Yankee. So, unfortunately, she is not available. We do have other doctors but for sidekicks like you, Doctor Otrova is your best bet." Masuku got up and looked high up at a window. "It's a good thing I'm here, because you have a spectator."

Bulldog turned and looked up near the ceiling. Up in the viewing room, Bulldog spotted a little boy with green hair scribbling on his journal with inhuman speeds.

"Is…is that Yoroi Musha's grandson?"

"Yes, Izuku Midoriya. It's Saturday so he's here because his mother is training to be Moses' assistant."

"So Castle Bravo…"

"Yes, there's a chance if you unleashed Castle Bravo, young Midoriya would have been injured or even killed."

"Jesus Christ." Bulldog stumbled a bit after realizing that he could've killed a child in his rage.

"We put rules for a reason Bulldog. Rules that even All Might and Endeavor understand. So no Castle Bravos, no Ivy Kings, no-"

"Tsar Bombas."

Masuku nodded, satisfied that Bulldog understood.

"Then I must leave. I believe Gang Orca is attempting to take all of the seafood buffet."

With that, a hole opened up underneath the mysterious hotel manager and disappeared. Bulldog and the other sidekicks didn't know much about Masuku, other than the fact that Moses and Yoroi Musha fully trust him. It was weird. The hotel guests are unaware but the Agency personnel always feel like he isn't just the hotel manager, Masuku IS the hotel. He looked back up the viewing room to see the little boy writing in his journal even faster after seeing Masuku disappear. Bulldog smiled, such innocence warmed his damaged heart.


Staghaus Command Centre

Inside the Agency's Command Centre, Yoroi Musha stood in front of a massive table showing a hologram of Ota City. Along with him were two of his sidekicks as well as Commander Mineta.

"I'm just saying, if we find ourselves being surrounded, we should think about blowing up all the bridges and blocking off the subway tunnels." One of the sidekicks said. He wore an old Imperial German Army Officer uniform with an old aviator helmet, wore massive goggles covering his eyes, and wore a balaclava to cover the rest of his face. His boots and gloves were brown leather and a Bundeswehr Cross of Honour for Valour was hanging from the collar of his uniform. Currently, the man was sitting on a chair with his feet on the table. "We must consider all scenarios, including the possibility of the HPSC and the Government becoming hostile towards us."

"While the possibility is unlikely, Jaeger does raise a point. We must be ready for anything." The cloaked sidekick on the other side of the table said. "Also, get your feet off the table. You're lucky Moses isn't here."

"And that is precisely why I'm doing this."

"Prophet." Yoroi Musha spoke up. "Do we have any plans concerning Shizuoka Prefecture? Specifically Musutafu?"

"That, I do not know. Commander Mineta does."

Said Commander pulled up his datapad and started typing away.

"We do have a few plans. One of them is the SodGom Contingency. Evacuation of any and all personnel in Musutafu's vicinity and bombing UA. Moses had it drawn up a few years ago but put it at the bottom of the list as highly unlikely. Other than that, just a few evacuation plans for the Shizuoka Prefecture. Nothing extreme aside from SodGom."

"Lord have mercy if we come to that." Prophet stated.

"Moses has a lot of contingency plans in these files. Most of them he believes would never happen but drew them up nonetheless."

"Such as?" Yoroi Musha asked.

"The Tonkin Plan where we launch a false flag attack to create a violent response from the US Pacific Fleet against Japan, Operation Canaris using bombs to create multiple terrorist attacks and draw out Pro-Heroes and Security Forces to allow us to kill or capture members of the Japanese Government and the JSDF, and…huh. There's a file here called 'Greenlight' but I don't seem to have authorization to open it."

"Leave it be." The elderly Pro-Hero ordered. "Moses likes to create many of these plans in his free time and said so himself that around 90% do not even have the slightest chance of ever happening."

"Yeah, but the other 10% is what worries me." The German sidekick stated. "We don't know which plans are in the 10% and how crazy are they. He told me while recruiting me that he was once Army Intelligence before being appointed to command Indonesia's KOSTRAD. Wouldn't surprise me one bit if he's involved with that Neo-Red Army faction in Eastern Russia that got both the Russian and Japanese Governments spooked."

"Speaking of which," Commander Mineta spoke up. "There's a plan here somewhere revolving around the possibility of Russia falling into Civil War. Moses informed me when he made this plan that a Russian Civil War would affect Japan and we would need to be prepared for it. I would assume this is part of that 10%."

"Hey hold up," Jaeger said. The hologram zoomed in on the hotel and onto a green dot inside the hotel's lobby. "Now who's this unaccompanied child?"


Somewhere in the hotel

Finding himself in an obscure spot within the hotel's lobby, Izuku scribbled as fast as he could in his journal. His hand ached, but the need to record all of his observations on the many Pro-Heroes overrode all logic. He glanced up from his journal and quickly observed the lobby.

It had a very modern design with a line of cherry blossom trees leading to the front desk. The leaves were constantly picked up from the hardwood floors by little robots that acted as janitors. Occasionally, the little janitor robots would also spray some water on the grass around the trees to keep them healthy and looking fresh. Izuku watched as the dog belonging to a visiting Pro-Hero urinated on the floor before a few robots quickly cleaned up the mess and rushed off to dispose of the waste.

All around the entire lobby, the walls were completely decorated with artworks of Yoroi Musha, his sidekicks, and the GUARD fighting villains from throughout their entire history. They all led up to the ceiling where a battered Yoroi Musha stood defiantly against a horde of villains while in the back, a terrified Imperial Family was being escorted away by GUARD Commandos. Izuku guessed from his observation that Moses hired nothing but the best artists to create these masterpieces.

He then looked at the front desk that was built in the middle of the room in a circular design. Employees worked with a smile, helping guests who were Pro-Heroes or worked in Hero agencies. Izuku spotted a few agency managers here and there as well as people who worked in the Support Industry. Right in the middle of the front desk was a massive statue that nearly reached the top of the ceiling.

The statue depicted a massive aqua-green serpent staring down the hotel entrance as if daring people to try anything while there. Around it was water and sand thrown in the air as if the serpent was thrashing around. Standing on top of the serpent's head was a lone stag of the Sika Deer species with its chin up in a triumphant manner. He didn't understand the meaning of the statue so he reminded himself to ask his grandfather.

"Y'know Shouta, you should relax more. Nothing's ever going to happen here."

Izuku stopped what he was doing and looked to his right. There, a trio chose a spot near the boy to have a conversation. Even in civilian clothing, Izuku immediately recognized two of them as the Pro-Heroes Midnight and Present Mic. The third individual, he didn't recognize. A thought occurred to him that it was a possibility that the man was a new Underground Hero. He had dark hair, had a lean build, and looked absolutely sleep deprived as evident from the bags underneath his eyes.

"There's no such thing as a truly safe location Nemuri." The unknown man responded.

"You don't trust the old man?" Present Mic asked. "But you were an intern under him."

"And that's precisely why I don't feel safe."

Present Mic leaned closer to Midnight and whispered to her.

"It's because the Agency Manager hates Shouta's guts and kicked his butt during the internship." The loudmouth snickered, causing the R-Rated Hero to giggle.

"Oh, poor Shouta made an enemy out of an old man. How can he save people when an old man terrifies him?" Midnight teased.

"You know the saying. Beware of an old man in a profession where men die young. He's not just a Manager. He's hiding something, I just know it."

"We all have secrets Shouta. Don't tell me you're scared because of simple secrets?" Midnight's eyes then wandered off and landed on little Izuku who was doing his best to not get their attention by writing slowly in his journal. Unfortunately for Izuku, slow for him meant incredibly fast for most people. "Now what do we have here?"

The little boy accidentally let out a little 'eep' as he ducked his head closer to his journal. Getting the personal attention of a Pro-Hero, especially someone as scandalous as Midnight, was not something Izuku ever expected.

"Now now, don't be shy." Midnight assured the boy.

Izuku peaked over his journal, allowing the Pro-Hero to see the little boy's face. Immediately, the woman's face brightened.

"Oh my gosh, you're adorable!" The Hero grabbed the boy and hugged him tightly. Izuku could not even react as the woman slammed his face between her bosoms.

"I'm pretty sure this counts as sexual harassment." Her mysterious third friend stated.

"Hey, Nemuri?" Present Mic spoke up. "I know you love kids, but please don't suffocate the little listener."

"Hm?" She looked down and realized that she was indeed depriving the little boy of much-needed air. Midnight let Izuku go and left him standing, gasping for air. "I'm so sorry! That was very rude of me!"

Then, the Hero noticed the journal a still-shocked Izuku was holding. Without hesitating, the woman took it from Izuku and began scanning through its contents.

"Hmmmm, very interesting notes here from someone so young." Wordlessly, Midnight took out a pen from her pocket and signed it. "Here you go. To make up for my rudeness."

She put the journal back into Izuku's hands who looked at the signature in awe. His mouth moved to say something, but no words came out.

"Nemuri." The third friend spoke up. "We need to go. We're going to be late."

The three people walked away hurriedly, but not before Midnight blew a kiss at Izuku's direction. He only stared, unmoving as they disappeared into the crowd. It was the first time he got a signature from a very popular Pro-Hero. It wasn't All Might, but people would kill to get even a second of Midnight's attention.

"Whoa, dude you're so lucky." Izuku looked to his left and noticed a short boy standing beside him, staring at the hotel's entrance. The boy only reached up to Izuku's shoulder and wore a white and blue Yokohama BayStars t-shirt, black shorts, and blue sneakers. His hair was colored dark purple with four ball-shaped clumps that resembled a mohawk. He noticed in his hand was a white baseball-themed towel. "Are you checking me out?"

Red-faced, Izuku started spitting out excuses at lightning speed to the amusement of the shorter boy.

"Relax. It's a joke. I don't swing that way." He looked at the journal Izuku was holding and smirked. "First time you got a Pro-Hero's signature?"

"Y-yeah! I just…don't know how to react to this." The greenette explained.

"Listen listen." The short boy said. "It's okay to be excited, but don't go overboard. Take it, be happy you got the chance, and don't brag about it."

"You act like you've gotten signatures before."

"Of course I do!" He said proudly. "I have nearly 50 signatures. Midnight's one of my biggest goals and hardest obstacles. It's a little bit of her rarely coming here and I don't know how to act in front of female heroes. I do have signatures from other Pro-Heroes like Ingenium and Salaam."

"Wow." Izuku said, amazed that the little boy managed to get so many signatures. "How did you get them all?"

"Oh that's easy. My parents work here." He then grabbed Izuku's arm and dragged him away from the lobby. "Come on, I'll show you my mom's workplace. It's where I got a lot of the signatures without my dad's help!"

A few minutes later

The two minors peered around the corner and peeked at a busy, but high-class hair salon in another part of the hotel. Izuku recognized many of the Pro-Heroes getting their hair done by the stylists.

"Your mom works here?" Izuku asked.

"Yup. She owns several other hair salons but this one, she runs personally. Mom and Dad don't like leaving me alone after school so I usually come here to do my homework or just chill. It's how I got the signatures."

"Minoru?" Izuku looked to see a short woman standing behind the cash register. She had dark purple orbs on her head like the boy, but covered the entire top of her head instead of a Mohawk shape. Her clothing consisted of a white shirt with a black apron over it, black pants, high heels, and purple glasses. "Are you done with your homework honey?"

"Yes Mama," Minoru called out. "Just showing my new friend around."

"That's good honey." She smiled. "Just don't bother Daddy okay?"

"Are you sure he'll like me Mineta-san?" The Pro-Heroine in a red dress asked the woman at the cash register. "He's not exactly known to be sociable."

"Edgeshot will love you dearie." Mineta's mother assured her. "He spends too much time training and needs to relax. Just be patient with him. If that's not enough, give him a good whacking. He always respects those that can stand up to him."

"Oh, if you say so."

"If he gives you any trouble dear, then let me know. I've cracked every male cranium in this agency before and I'll do it again."

Every other male in the hair salon sweatdropped upon hearing her claim. Mineta in particular felt a shiver down his spine.

"Daddy still has nightmares." Mineta whispered quietly enough for only Izuku to hear.

Hotel Sky Deck

"And here's the Sky Deck! I usually come here to relax and you could see everything from here!"

Both boys walked into a balcony where many chairs and tables were set up for guests. Izuku looked and indeed, he could see the entire airport. Next to him, Mineta brought up a chair so he could look over the railing more clearly.

"Whoa. They have everything here!" Izuku said in awe at the power of the agency. The airport was filled with aircraft from helicopters, VTOLs of different sizes, to private aircraft. What caught his eye were seven gigantic VTOL aircraft that looked big enough to carry a few tanks all lined up side by side. He had seen them in videos where they transported massive numbers of people at once in disaster zones. What he found odd was that the Agency seems to be the only operators in the world. "Are those the Condors the Hero Forums raved about?"

"Oh yeah, they're made by Airbus." Mineta answered. "Daddy told me that they're the only ones made in the world and they stopped making them because of how expensive they were. Everything from the Harpies, Vultures, and the Wyverns were all created for the Yoroi Musha Agency. Something about Mr. Moses knowing certain people."

"You think I can fly in one of those?"

"HA!" Mineta laughed. "My parents work here and even I'm not allowed anywhere close to them."

Mineta then rambled on about other parts of the airport-turned-agency, but for the first time, Izuku wasn't even thinking about Heroes or Quirks. He felt like flying one of those creations made from Human ingenuity. Deep in his mind, Izuku put that on his bucket list.


Yoroi Musha Agency Underground

Walking down the busy tunnels, Commander Mineta continued to read reports from his datapad. His eyes never left the screen, only giving quick responses to anyone who approached him.

"So, I heard that the big man's daughter came back, and with a son to top it off."

The Commander glanced to his left where a GUARD Commando walked alongside him. He had two black tally marks on his armor, signifying his rank as Captain. His helmet was currently held under one of his arms showing his youthful freckled face and short red hair.

"Captain Fox." He greeted the officer. "Am I to assume you're on your way to start your shift?"

"Actually the big man asked me to check on Hanger A in case Mirko tries to play with the Enforcers since Moses is at church."

"Ah that's fair." He said before going back to his datapad.

"Anything interesting I should know?" Fox asked his superior.

"Not much. Templar and his men are in Poland and Ukraine, Gannibal's about to create a storm in Africa, and Domino is busy reversing everything Operation Condor achieved. In 2 weeks time when you and your men are guarding the port, you are to ensure the arms shipments are safely loaded onto Ishimura Maru and San Lorenzo. They'll sail to Mombasa and Arica respectfully."

"I see. Sir, I've heard from others that we have plans to search for the Rasputin? Is this true?"

"As of right now, don't concern yourself with it. Cipher will find it and then, we'll make plans. Unless you want to go help Cipher, be my guest."

Fox shivered.

"Ech, Bill's fucking creepy."

"Yes but he is excellent at his job." The two Commandos walked up to a station where an Agency-owned subway was being filled with employees on their way to other parts of Haneda. "I would like to remind you that it's a Saturday. No matter what any prisoners do, no killing."

Commander Masa Mineta walked inside the subway and turned to look at the Lieutenant who still stood on the platform.

"And those we captured who murdered Quirkless people? A few are members of the JSDF listed as MIA." Fox asked.

"Bust their kneecaps, pull out their fingernails, knock out some teeth. Doesn't matter, killing is not allowed on Saturdays. They don't have permission to die…yet." Masa said before the doors shut and the subway shot forward to another part of the area.

Fox looked at where the Subway was and opened up his coms.

"Fox to Kong." He said, turning back and walking alongside the crowd of employees leaving the station.

"Kong here."

"Fire up Lubyanka. We have some Quirkists to work on."


Sacred Heart Cathedral

Yokohama, Japan

"-Amen."

Moses opened up his eyes after his prayer. He sitting on a pew bench in the empty chapel. It was the same every Saturday unless there was an emergency. The old man would come to this Catholic Church even though he wasn't Catholic, read the bible, pray, go home to rest and then pray again before sunset. As usual, he was always alone aside from the priest. To his surprise, he learned the usual priest was not there but the doors were open.

"May I sit here?"

He looked to his right where a Catholic Priest stood, waiting for Moses to allow him.

"You may."

The Priest said a thank you and took a seat next to the world-renowned Agency Manager. He had very light skin with a square shaped face, curly green hair, and wore glasses.

"Father Tamon Shiozaki. I was appointed to preside over this church after Father Kondo retired." Shiozaki said. "He fell in the shower last night if you must know. Had to be hospitalized. For health reasons, he chose to retire."

"Never thought I'd see that old bat retire. He really did love his job." Moses replied.

"That, he did. We were fortunate to have him in the first place. Imagine my surprise when he told me that his one and only Saturday worshipper is the one and only Manager of the Yoroi Musha Agency. I wasn't aware that you were a Catholic."

Moses laughed.

"I apologize to disappoint you Father, but I'm no Catholic. Like my parents, I am a Seventh-Day Adventist."

"Yet you are here. An Adventist worshipping in a Catholic Church?"

The Manager took a deep breath.

"During the dark times, the Adventist population suffered greatly. Many died or fled Japan altogether. As far as I know, I am the only remaining Adventist in this entire country. This church was also convenient for me when the Agency was located in Yokohama."

"I see." The Priest smiled. "A House of God welcomes all regardless, which is one of the reasons you came here."

In the corner of his eye, Moses spotted something green peering from behind one of the chapel's white pillars. He turned to see what it was and heard a quiet 'eep' before it quickly hid itself.

"Ibara? Is that you?" Father Shiozaki called out. There was no response in return. "Ibara, it's okay dear. He's a nice man."

A little girl with green hair peaked around the pillar. She wore a white sundress and from what Moses could see, her eyes were filled with fear. It was the same fear he saw his soldiers had when they heard that an American Pro-Hero was nearby during the war.

"Papa. He is a bad man!"

The Father gasped in shock.

"Ibara! That is no way to treat a guest. Apologize!"

"Bad blood." Little Ibara shook with fear. "Bad man has bad blood."

A look of familiarity dawned on Moses but he was distracted when he heard his watch beep.

"Look Father Shiozaki," Moses turned to the priest. "My home country is full of spiritual people so I understand what she's seeing. I was a soldier so she must've seen the deaths I encountered so it's probably best she limits her time here on Saturdays."

"Yes, I believe that's for the best." Shiozaki agreed.

"I have to leave. It's usually this time I go home and I like to stay on schedule. It was nice meeting you however."

They shook hands with both giving each other smiles.

"It was a pleasure Mr. Sinaga. I look forward to next Saturday."

Moses walked out of the church and straight for a trio of black Toyota Land Cruisers awaiting him. The security detail consisted of several GUARD Commandos and then there was his new secretary, Inko, typing away on a laptop resting on the hood of the center car.

Seeing their boss walking out of the church, the Commandos immediately jump to their cars with one opening the rear passenger door for Moses. Taking a seat, he looked at Inko who took the seat next to him. She opened up her laptop and began typing again, no doubt in response to anything from media deals to field reports.

"My usual priest has retired." He stated. This made Inko pause and turn to look at her boss. "The new priest is named Tamon Shiozaki. I want to know everything from his childhood, his connections, and his home address."

"But he's just a priest." Inko replied, shocked that Moses would get suspicious of a Catholic priest on the first day of meeting him.

"The Vatican's agents are always priests. If they're suspicious of me, I want to be ready."

"Very well." She conceded. "I'll have Cipher start researching."

Moses nodded and looked away, his eyes on the church as the car pulled away. He liked to know all variables, so having this unknown enter the playing field was something he did not expect. This was his playground and he's not about to let some priest interrupt his plans.

Later that day

After a day of rest, Moses stood in his office and stared at the setting sun. Sabbath was nearly over and he already did his closing prayer. Now he was just waiting for some people he called up to his office.

*Knock Knock*

"You called us old man?"

Moses turned to find Mirko peeking from his office door.

"Yes, please take a seat." He offered.

Mirko entered and behind her was Jaeger. The former still looked very excited and a little annoyed for being called up here.

"So what do you need old man? I need to plan for my rabbit sanctuary." A cheerful Mirko said, immediately laying back when she sat down. Meanwhile, Jaeger quietly sat on his seat having suspicions about what the meeting was about.

Moses pressed a button on his desk and a hologram of a person appeared. The man looked very fat and wore a white business suit with a black tie. What stood out was the man was not Japanese.

"This is Roland Frank, a German expat. He owns multiple nightclubs throughout Japan and is a very reliable information broker who helped the Foundation on multiple occasions. I myself, have been helped by him in the past in eliminating some Vatican and Nippon Kaigi agents."

This time, Mirko sat straight and listened attentively.

"Hm, I recognize him." Stated Jaeger. "When I was in the KSK, we had to extract this man because he was going to rat out the entire syndicate he was a part of. Didn't know until now that he ended up in Japan."

"Did he get caught?" Mirko spoke up. "We're breaking him out of jail aren't we?"

"Negative actually." Their boss responded. "The Vatican and Nippon Kaigi agents we killed left a trail that led back to him. He's feeling the heat and he wants out of this game completely. So he contacted someone who isn't, and it's the damn rat of UA."

"Nezu." Both Jaeger and Mirko said.

Moses pressed a button and the hologram turned into a map.

"Roland Frank is currently hold up in the Red Geisha Nightclub in Yokohama. Popular among US Servicemen and heavily guarded above ground. Mirko, you're going to enter through the sewers here," The hologram shifted to show a sewer system. "There's an entryway there that leads directly to the Nightclub's basement where Frank should be. He's having a meeting with one of Nezu's agents tonight, so I need you to take out Frank without alerting Nezu's agents of your identities."

"So that's why Eraserhead, Midnight, and Present Mic are here." The German said in realization. "They're not technically breaking any rules so security can't take them in for questioning."

"Harming these Pro-Heroes is not permitted. Jaeger you'll provide overwatch and will provide a way out. Mirko, you're doing the dirty work and killing Roland Frank."

"And the Heroes?" Mirko asked. "I can take them easily, but at the risk of revealing my identity."

"That's where the distraction comes in."

*Knock Knock*

They all looked at the door where a young man full of burned scars was peeking from the door, much to the shock from Mirko and Jaeger.

"Hey old man, can I come in?" The newcomer asked.

"Mirko, Jager, meet one of my personal agents." Moses said with a smile. "You may refer to him as Dabi."

Author's Notes: Thought it would be better if I made the chapters shorter for easier and more consistent updates. Not too short, just anything within the 6K-8K word range. Busy with a lot of things cuz y'know, that's life. It fucking sucks.

Chapter Theme: "The Groove Merchant-Thad Jones Mel Lewis Orchestra 1969"