Many years before the beginning of the story, tensions were high between the countries of Westalis and Ostania. During this time, a far-right political party named the National Unity Party was under the control of Ostania. At some point in time, the two countries came together to create a pact to end their conflicts. While the exact instigator is unknown, Ostanian forces crossed the border and began launching attacks on the eastern provinces of Westalis, starting with the bombing of Luwen, and war broke out. Eventually, the fighting stopped, the two countries brokered peace, and the National Unity Party was deposed. However, an iron curtain was placed to sever the two countries with tensions remaining hot, leading to the beginning of a different war, a cold war.
Over ten years after the war's official end, a Westalian Diplomat perishes in a car accident in Ostania after crashing through a road barrier and exploding. Westalis' intelligence agency, WISE, suspects the National Unity Party to be behind the event and is plotting another war. As such, they send their best agent, "Twilight," to investigate the party's leader Donovan Desmond, leading to the events of the current story, Following Operation: Strix
Leading us to "Agent Twilight's" Home, or as he is more commonly known, Loid Forger. With his wife Yor Forger, codenamed "Thorn Princess" an assassin working for a handler who works for the country they're in. Neither is aware of the other's true profession and they both prefer to keep it as such. And their adopted daughter Anya Forger, who just so happened to be a telepath who can read the minds of others. Along with their dog Bond, who can see into the future.
Some strange family, am I right? How could it get any wierder? Maybe by throwing a few illegitimate uncles and cousins.
[Forger Residence]
Here, in the master bedroom we find the legendary agent, codenamed "Twilight" sitting in his bed staring at small abyss that was his briefcase. For some secret intelligence, some private files, maybe the ultimate weapon? No rather it was the lack of something he was staring at.
His signature pistol had it's magazine laid neatly next to it, just like how he had it last night. Followed by a few loose bullets he had lined up in a neat row. He knew exactly what this meant, he was low on ammo and he would need a resupply soon. However that would be the difficult part, usually with a resupply one would assume you would just go to HQ they have set up. While that would be true the secret police have been cracking down hard on recent places. The files and data could be quickly hidden and destroyed but live ammunition? That would be a different story. Their solution; a mobile armory that was easy to disguise from anyone and could move to resupply agents at a moment's notice.
Loid had already sent Anya to school so he could go to work, all he left at home was Yor who had an off day and Bond, the family's faithful dog. He got dressed and headed off to "work", but not before saying his goodbyes, "I'm off to the hospital Yor, I'll be back later, could you pick up Anya from school, I might run a little late."
"Of course Loid, I'll just be here cooking something for dinner." She offered with a smile.
Loid faked his best smile as he shuddered at the thought of her cooking, "Oh really... how thoughtful of you... thank you..."
As he closed the door, Agent Twilight was now in action.
[Later In The Town]
Loid Forger kept his eye out as he walked down the streets, knowing what to keep his eye out for after getting the details from Frankie. The Armory was disguised as a Gardener Truck hauling a trailer with tools in the back. Finding it would ve easy, but the man who ran it was going to be much less so. Not in terms of fighting, but in terms that he could be senile. But being the oldest asset will do that to you.
As he rounded the corner he spotted the truck with the logo reading, "Sons Roses", the O in the first word had a rose going through it at an angle. The proper way to write zero in the military, that was the target.
The occupants of the vehicle was a tan man, roughly Loid's Age, bigger muscle build, clean shaven face and shaved hairdo. His eyes were brown and had a thousand yard stare as he slowly looked around listening and pretending to sing along with a Spanish music station. He had more sharp cheek bones and a serious tone on his face. Then there was the old man in the back, he had a big bushy white beard, hunched over as one could assume his joints would be suffering. His face slightly wrinkled around the red eyes he had. They both had the same uniform, grey jumpsuits, but the driver had a brown armband and brown name tag reading his last Name, Lopez, the old Man had his full name, Samuel R. Gauge.
As the old man struggled to lift up a potted rose from the back Loid jogged up to assist him, "Here, let me help you out."
"Oh, you're too kind young man." Samuel R. Gauge complimented as their hands met.
While connected when they were bringing the pot down Loid tapped his message onto his hand, I'm here for the resupply. This is crucial that I always remained topped off for Operation Strix and other Operations in the future.
When the pot was set down Samuel looked up and opened his closed old man eyes and spoke up, "Would you mind helping me with the rest of this? It shouldn't take too long."
"Of course." Loid stepped into the back as the tools on the wall were neatly on a peg board. On the left were flowers of different types, to the right big bags of manure. Perfect to throw off any dogs who try to get a whiff of gunpowder.
Once inside Samuel shut the doors stood up straight, fixing his posture easily. He unzipped the top part of his grey jumpsuit off and pulled it down to reveal a bodybuilder type torso and arms. He took the hat off to show off his buzzcut and pulled his dog tags out from his red tank top.
Meet Samuel R. Gauge, real name unknown, but given the codenamed Sarge, as to the rank on his dog tags when he was discovered. The real name on them had been burned beyond recognition.
He was the oldest operative they had on the field, He's resupplied agents in the worst of scenarios: mafias territories, trap invested jungles, active battling hotspots. He was there. He is actually one of the few people in the agency who actually fought in the previous war. Meaning he knows just how bad things could get, so he has much more invested than the other agents. Not as much as Twilight but he was all in.
Sarge reached in front and pulled on a rake and a shovel, revealing a weapons room behind the concealed wall. Walking forwards under a workbench, he started looking through the ammo boxes for what was needed, "What do ya need exactly?"
"9mm for the standard issue." Loid admitted as he kept his eyes on the war dog. He knew his story which is why Loid respected him greatly. He fought to end a war he had been drafted to, at the young age of seventeen.
Sarge got back up and displayed the ammo boxes in front of twilight, "Ya need any hollow points, armor piercings, anything special?"
"I'll take some of the hollows and piercings along with the regular supplies. You never know." Loid pointed to the boxes as he laid his briefcase on the table.
Sarge boxed everything up and laid it out in the briefcase, "Don't suppose you'd be interested in anything else, Twilight?" Sarge asked his idol, Twilight fought to make the world a better place away from war. He's had enough bloodshed to last him lifetimes, and stuck to this, but seeing Twilight reminded him that the blood that was shed was shed for a good reason. Twilight always thanked him for his prior service, but he didn't feel like he deserved it because of how he left the world.
"Sure why not, I'd like to see what at least I may require should the time ever come up." Loid was either in a good mood or he had time to kill. Truth be it, he was still fuming after his first meeting with Desmond, he needed a cleanser and as immature as it was, weapons did just that.
Sarge paused and went wide eyed, "Alright then, let's start small." Sarge pulled out 4 handguns, all of which he deemed very effective and very powerful in their own. He listed them as such, "We got your .44 magnum, High-caliber revolver effective but loud, can't silence it, won't jam on ya though. Your western 1911 chambered in .45 acp. The Diamatti, steady high-caliber 3 round burst pistol more effective at range than other pistols. And... my personal favorite, sawed off double barrel with a pistol grip, makes for a good close range than most."
Loid examined each and every one of them and held each one in his hand, giving them each the same treatment of respect for their care. The old man really cared for his guns he gave to his the agents. "They're very nice. Mind showing me more?"
"Of course." Sarge nodded with delight as he turned his back to start showcasing more.
[Forger Residence]
Today was a rare day that Yor had a free day off, after the last time Loid and her had time together she knew what she felt needed to be done. In order to become the perfect wife and mother, she wanted to step up her game, only she did not know how exactly. Cleaning would be fairly simple for her, but she wanted to learn another meal besides stew. Today would be the day, as she laid out the tools, sharpened her knives and had the ingredients stocked in the fridge.
Bond walked to tha door right before she was about to begin and sat down staring up at the door. Yor opened the cookbook trying to wonder what exactly would the thing to cook that was simple for a beginner to do. Just before she had picked out her dish, there was a knock at the door.
With a smile she walked over to it and swing it open to greet the stranger, "Hello, how can I help you?"
"I have a package for a... Mr. Shulinger?" The man dressed as a delivery man stated as he looked through down at a clipboard with scribbles on it and held one hand under the package in an odd grip.
When he looked up to come face to face with Yor Forger, they had made a shocking discovery, they both recognized each other. Now as for who may have seen Yor's face, recognize it and live to fear from it, the answer is quite simple. Someone who knows her by her other name, "Thorn Princess." and was allowed to live.
He readjusted his hat to cover his eyes and began to turn away, "I think I have the wrong place, sorry to bother you ma'am. Let me just g-"
"Did you really think I'd just let you go?" Yor asked as she clenched his shoulder. Fear gripping his heart as he took his breath and looked down.
He turned around to face the best assassin in the world, "Sorry Yor, it was a mistake. I thought this apartment was- oof!"
"That's not it! All these years; you don't call, you don't write!" Yor slugged the accidental assailant in the gut lightly as she could. Still knocking the wind out of him.
After getting his ability to breathe he stood back up, "Sorry Yor, been busy trying to get work in."
To understand their relationship we have to go back about 20 years or so.
[20 years ago]
Our young man, known only by his first name, Leonard was only 12 at the time but lost a lot before his life had just begun. During that time he lost his family to the war after Ostania experimented with gas during the war. While effective as it was they failed to realize that it came with a drawback. When the wind cold blows, it often changes it's course.
Leonard knew this as his mother and father were exposed outside while they were on the farm. He had made an improvised gas mask, made out of a wet rag, a sack, a hose and a pair of welding goggles. That crude headgear saved his life while he walked through thirteen miles of gas filled countryside.
Later on in life he would become homeless just a few months after the war ended. With no home and no one to turn to he knew he must care for himself, but how can a young man support themselves in anyway. The answer, came one day when he recovered a rifle from a fallen soldier in his path, one he had hidden away.
He saw a gangster who took advantage of the war and became a mob boss, now robbing people of their possessions, their money, their lives. So he took the decision and decided to take the life from the corrupted bastard. One day when the evil man was walking down the street, Leonard was up on the roof of a building opposite of the leader. With a lucky shot while the man was standing still, he had finally relieved the world of an evil man. But his spot was discovered, as he ran away, a handler spotted his action and decided he would be useful.
When he was 13 he began another similar mission, one he had succeeded but was severely hurt in the process. While running he had came across a young girl, who was only eight at the time. He aimed his gun at her as the two stared each other in the face, church had a tired expression, as the loss of blood and exhaustion started to sink in. But this child, had one of curious almost borderlining fascination when the gun was aimed her way.
Ducking into an alleyway he had hidden behind the dumpster as several men were hot on his trail. Pistol drawn, loaded and ready, he waited as they question the little girl on his whereabouts. Not fully prepared to take more lives, he waited for her answer. But the answer never came, as she only told them "I forgor."
Which seem to be enough as they left the area chasing and imaginary trail. Leonard left his hiding spot to approach the kid, taking a little over 30% of his current wallet out, he handed the money to the child and left.
She later found him and asked how could he have acquired so much money. His answer, was that he cleans up human filth whenever his boss calls him up. Hearing the answer she discovered a new idol, a new passion, and a new career. That girl was Yor Forger.
Leonard had introduced her into the line of work, and from there she became his partner in crime. Learning more about the job as each mission was completed with each other. She was the taught that the better you become, the closer you can get to your target, to the point where she uses a knife while he uses a rifle. Within a few years she had surpassed him greatly, to the point he was let go. But he handled it calmly and with dignity, earning him the nickname "Leonard The Professional".
Which brings us to today.
[Present]
It had been well over 10 years since they last met, but their features were recognizable to each other. While Yor became more grown, graceful and beautiful as you grew up, Leonard became more sturdier, taller and ruggish one could say. His face had a small but fair amount of stubble under his chin, at five o'clock shadow to match with it. Eyes a dark blue, there as black as midnight, skin like sand on a beach and underneath his eyes were small grey circles.
"Well I don't suppose this is a mistake. Wait, does someone want Loid dead?!" Yor questioned fearing she might have to choose between her fake husband and her childhood friend.
Leonard looked confused at the mention of the random name, "Uhhh no, I'm actually here for a Conner Mann, he owes my current boss some money for drugs he's been selling unfortunately."
"Oh he's on the floor below us... wait he sells drugs to this community?" Yor asked.
Leonard nodded in response, "Yeah, he's been pushing them to this area."
"This is bad, if word gets out of this to anyone else or worse. Anya's school. Then maybe it could spell bad news for this family. Maybe it might shine light on my killings. I'm not sure if I can kill so many cops to make them look like an accident." Yor immediately thought of Anya getting expelled from school in an over the top style and then had vivid images of slaughtering multiple police officers who found put she was an assassin.
"Well I'll get out of your hair, it was good seeing you again." Leonard turned to leave but Yor got in his face.
Huffing and puffing she began to beg Leonard, "Wait do you mind if I tag along, I need to destroy whatever evidence he might have."
"Uhh well, I'll either need the money from him or the drugs... so..." Leonard started to leave and close the door.
That when her hand kept it from closing as she opened it back up to look him in the eye, "I... am... going... with you..."
"Okay, okay, okay. I might need the help anyway." Leonard half lied as he avoided looking her in the eye.
...
When they got to the door, Leonard had a pair of bolt cutters with him and a silenced pistol, a Tokarev TT3, with a suppressor. He leaned against the wall out of the peephole's view, as he looked around, "We the only ones on this floor?"
"Yeah, the only rooms besides this one that is occupied are two doors over down the hall, we should be good." Yor answered bringing her special golden stiletto needles.
Leonard got next to the door and was about to knock but turned to Yor before he started, "How do you want to do this? 'Greet and open' or should we just ''bum rush'?"
"What about the 'Help me mister'?"
"I mean, you're no kid anymore... maybe... yeah go for it."
Yor knocked on the door, another voice came from the other side, "Who's there?"
"Yor Forger, from upstairs, I think we had some mail sent to you, and a package too. It was dropped off to us by mistake. It's kinda heavy, I don't want to drop it, can you help me sir?" Yor lied as she grabbed the empty box Leonard had.
The man behind the door jiggled the handle and the door with the chain lock swung open, "Of course how can I help y-"
He stopped when he saw the pair of bolt cutters snap the chain on the door right in front of his face. That's when Leonard pushed through the door and started to struggle with the man to get him in a compromisable position. Yor grabbed everything and followed the scuffle inside as she closed the door behind them, locking everyone in doors.
Leonard used his pistol shoving it in the man's face, "You try to run, scream or make any sudden movement, I pull the trigger, understood?" The man could only nod a little bit at a time as the lesser hitman started guiding them to a perfect spot.
The living room, it hadn't looked that much different from last Forger Residence, aside from the metal tray of drugs on the coffee table. From the quick observation around the room Leonard and Yor could tell he was just in the middle of enjoying the product. Both looked at each other and then stared down the junkie dealer, agreeing with no words. He needed to be put down.
"So how should we handle this?" Leonard quizzed.
Yor started going over scenarios, "Well calling my handler for a cleanup crew won't work. I don't think they'll take personal calls."
"I might have a clean up crew that can stop by, if I make it urgent, but in case it takes a bit I say we make it look like an accident or suicide." Leonard added.
Yor pressed her hand against her cheek as she couldn't really pick one specific way, "Well I wouldn't want to explain to Anya what suicide is. I think that topic is too scary and saddening for a child. Accident wouldn't have the authorities question us too much or at all."
"Yeah, maybe from what I can guess we talking a fall, a slip or maybe something peaceful."
"Peaceful seems too good for him, Kinda want to make it messy."
"Ummm excuse me, what's going on?" The moustached man with blonde hair asked, he had round circles under his eyes and was skinny as a pencil, "If this is about the dope it's not mine."
"Save it Conner, Flowers gave you it to sell, not huff up your nose." Leonard accused seeing the evidence on pieces of his moustache.
Conner started shaking as he started to back up to the couch, trying to defend his life, "Ya got it wrong I was just about to handle it and prep it befor-"
"Shut up!" Leonard demanded, as he left the living to inspect the kitchen, and the fridge, "This'll be easier than expected. He's got a nice Wagyu Steak, perfect for our scenario."
While Leonard was continuing to talk, Conner had reached for a concealed gun under his table, "FREEZE MOTHER B-" He was cut off as one of Yor's stiletto's had landed right in the barrel of his gun, poking through the other side. He trembled and fell to the ground as he saw his weapon, disabled with a single move.
Church started running the meat under the water, "There we go, this'll take but a moment."
"You can cook?" Yor questioned.
Church kept grabbing some ingredients, "Yeah I've done some jobs where I needed to infiltrate a kitchen or two... dozens."
"So uhhh, anything you can teach me?" Yor looked over at his shoulder.
Church turned his head slowly to look at Yor with a raised eyebrow, "May I ask why?"
"Well uhhh you see..."
*A Long Explanation Later*
"Hmmm... okay... Conner, don't move from there." Church warned him, then turned back to Yor, "Okay so come here. First thing about meat is that for the most part it's hard to mess up. As long as you remember the time it needs to cook for. For steak like this not too long."
"I see..." Yor examined as he went on.
Church let the beautiful meat sizzle in the pan, "Now a steak like this takes about 3-4 mins on one side, less on the other because it'll still cook even after we're done for a bit. This specific meat is perfect for our scenario because it'll harldy need anything. A pinch of pepper, dash of salt, then you got yourself aba wagyu worth more than a drug addicted dealer could consume."
Church and Yor brought the meat over to Conner, "Please, eat up. It's one of the first meals I ever helped cook besides stew." Yor begged.
Conner hesitantly took a biteful, it was beyond amazing. The fatiness of the meat, the way Leonard The Professional knew his way to perfectly make a juicy steak. As the internal juices of the meat poured into his mouth, the grease took him for a ride.
As he went to take another bite, Yor stopped him and began to cut a good sized piece for him. As he willingly took the bite, it soon became his last when Yor took a swoft strike to his windpipe. So fast the human eye may not have been able to see it without a better inspection. Steak in his throat, and a crushed air way, he began trying to cough. Hardly breathing, becoming more and more purple as seconds pass by. Based on his movements, the struggling, he would had about a few more seconds until he was done.
When it was finished Leonard knelt down with two clean latex gloves. He placed both hands on the throat and relocated the windpipe.
"That's that... maybe we shouldn't stay. I'll just grab the money or the supply and head on ou-" The sound of a toilet flushing made Leonard see what was happening, "WHAT are you doing?!"
"My Anya... lives in this building. If word got out that she lived in a place where drugs were pushed. That would..." Yor paused as she took a moment to compose herself, "Take me to your boss."
"Yor... I can't just do that." Leonard tried to argue until he saw one Yor's killer looks as her eyes went dead and stared deep into his soul, "But I can't stop you from following me." Leonard started walking away as Yor followed him several blocks.
[Back with Loid]
"And of course the newest model to come off the line, a creation of my own design. The Stinger LMG, I made this baby from 3 other guns... great rapid fire capabilities. However I suggest to always use this in short controlled bursts." Sarge finished as he laid down the ironically named light machine gun given gow bulky it was.
Surprisingly this was exactly what Agent Twilight needed, as he took a long sigh of relief. For some reason getting lost in one aspects soothed him greatly. He enjoyed the older man's company, it reminded him of something he just couldn't tell what.
That's when a knock at the door was heard, "Just a moment please..." Sarge asked in his old, calm and jolly tone. He zipped up his jumpsuit as Twilight hid the delivery in a secret compartment of his briefcase. They closed and locked the weapons behind their door and opened the door.
"I'm sure your wife would love those very much." Sarge declared as he hunched over and moved at a shuffled pace for the act.
Twilight smiled and had a briefcase in one hand and the bouquet of red roses, "Why thank you so much, I'm sure she will."
"Nice act." The culprit being Frankie smirked as he met up with them.
The two looked around as Sarge stood up straight and Loid took a breath, "What is it you want?"
"Got a priority one mission. Agency picked up chatter that a huge shipment of weapons was coming in to the port. They want you to investigate and maybe even grab some evidence where it might have came from." Frankie debriefed as Twilight thought about it.
A warehouse is often the best place to spring a trap, especially if one knows very little about the area. There could be a surprise around every corner, let alone it's practically unfamiliar terrain could move at any moment due to shipping and moving about. No doubt that these weapons wont be guarded he knew he'd need backup and started to look at Frankie.
"Count me out." Guess he caught on quick.
Sarge cleared his throat as Lopez came to stand by him, "Sir... I'd be honored if you take us."
"Consider yourself recruited." Twilight nodded and checked his watch, "We'll meet up back here at 0100 hours. Sychronize watches."
The three sychned their watches together and nodded as they all departed soon to meet later.
[With Yor]
Church couldn't believe what he was doing, he earned his reputation as the Professional for never letting anything keep him from the job. He had no ties, no loose ends, nothing really to hold him back. So why in the hell was he doing this for Yor? Maybe a professional courtesy that could explain all their years of service.
They arrived at a pub area, perfectly named the blues, known for it's jazz and mood it set for the customers. Church stepped through the door and opened it for Yor. The lighting was only slightly dimmed with the lights main focused on the stage where no performers were just the instruments. The current music came from a gramophone playing a sad trombone based music.
That's when a man taller than any she had seen, about a whole foot above Church you was just an inch or two above Loid. He could have been 7ft in total, that was until she got a better glimpse at him. He was in fact 7 ft and 3 in, something about that was kinda unsettling as her instincts was to reach for her blade she snuck in her sleeve.
"Easy Caboose, she's with me..." Leonard said as he walked past him.
Caboose then smiled warmly as he stepped back and leaned down, "Oh, okay Church. In that case may I take your coat and/or hat." He tried to sound polite but failed to realize she didn't have one on her. Olive skinned had green eyes like Anya, big and full of wonder, but he had the body of a bruiser, a boxer, maybe something stronger. He wore a white shirt that looked too tight on him, black pants kept up with suspenders and a blue flat cap. (newsboy cap for those who don't know.)
"No thank you." Yor waved off as she continued to follow Church, until she was stopped by a man with a flower, a tulip, "Ohhh my..."
"A beautiful flower for a beautiful lady." The man gifted her a flower. He has a slight Francia accent, he was a light skinned black man, with alluring eyes like the sea. He wore a brown vest with a white shirt underneath, black pants and a boater hat.
His charms were stopped when Church smacked him on the back of the head, "Ignore him. Tucker she's married, have some class."
"Party pooper." Tucker stuck his tongue out and went back to the bar.
She followed Church to the end of the room where the office was as the old hitman entered he let Yor in to see his current boss. He cleared his throat to announce his presence, "Boss, I believe we need to talk."
"Now Church, I told you that we're family now. Call me Flowers. Or Butch, whatever works for you." The man swiveled in his chair to face them. He had on a nice white suit and black tie, a trillby hat with a turquoise feather going through the top. He had a pale and kind face, a brown hair that connected to his beard that was nearly combed, "Now then how may I help you."
"This is... Mrs Forger, she is a... concerned mother who wants to talk to you." Church introduced then moved out of the way as Yor stepped forth to look this man in the eye.
Flowers smiled and gestured towards the chair in front of him, "Please, have a seat."
"I prefer to stand. I won't be staying long. I just came to tell you something." Yor politely stated.
Flowers nods and smiles, "So, how may I help you?"
"Well first... you are gonna stop selling drugs to my community." Yor informed him.
Flowers seemed taken back, not by the accusations, but the fact she actually knew about the operation he was running. Surely it couldn't have been Church who told, or perhaps she had found out from Conner. That seemed much more likely, "I knew he'd be trouble. I'm sorry, as much as I'd love to, you see I need the funds for a little side project I'm a part of an-"
"This isn't a negotiation." Yor stated in a cold almost emotionless manner.
Flowers took a deep breath then looked to Church, who stood still waiting for a moment, "Leonard, are you really just gonna stand there?"
"I'm afraid standing here is all I can do. Just like obeying her is all you can do." Church said as he leaned against the wall.
Yor turned her attention to Church and nodded, "Please close the door on the way out."
Church obeyed and left the room, Yor and Flowers were now alone to get down to business, "I'm not closing my business down."
"Then I'm sorry, but you have to go." Yor bowed as she readied her weapon.
Outside the door Church had walked over to the empty bar to pour himself a drink, as a small ruckus could be heard within the room. Tucker and Caboose went over to see what info they could get from Church. The sounds making them wince for a minute as they heard suppressed gunshots, punches and a clash.
Tucker shook his head looking mournful, "Damn, she was beautiful."
"She is..." Church corrected grabbing two glasses.
Caboose heard a slice and saw blood splatter on the window, "She seemed like a nice lady."
"She really is..." Church fixed as he poured strawberry syrup and ginger ale in one glass, the other with vodka, coffee liqueur and cream.
Tucker looked back to Church, and decided to test something, "And she had a lovely figure."
"She's my friend so I have no opinion on that." Church admitted as he took a swig of his bitter drink some find disgusting.
Tucker immediately slammed the counter, "I'm sorry, but why the hell are you talking like she is still alive. She's up against Flowers, you know the guy who literally wiped out the original boss and his gang. The reason we have this place. You make it sound like she's the one that's gonna walk out and-"
"Whew, thanks Church." Yor thanked as she took a sip of the sweet drink in front of her, "By the way you wouldn't happen to have any change of clothes would you?"
"Yes, we should have a lost and found in the back." Church pointed to a corner where a door was, as he saw her blood speckled clothing. When she walked over Tucker went pale as Caboose swallowed a lump in his throat.
Tucker stopped shaking as he felt she was put of ear shot, ""Who... who in the hell is she?"
"Remember hearing those rumors of the Thorn princess?" Church asked as he grabbed some garbage bags, cleaner and air freshener underneath the counter.
Tucker nodded then froze as he remembered them, "That's... her?"
"... And I guarantee you, those rumors are nothing if not watered down." Church warned as he signaled that she reentered the room.
She came back with a smile, and a black dress with a fur coat over her, "I hope you don't mind, I thought this would great to match."
"No problem, what should we do now?" Church asked if she remembered how they used to handle scenarios like this.
Yor felt a little guilty as she pressed her fingers together, "You... you wouldn't happen to be able to clean up. I'm sorry but I really should get home before Loid realizes I'm gone too long."
"No problem, you want anything in his safe?" Church sighed before he asked.
"That's alright, you keep it. Farewell." And off she was, out the door and probably out of their lives. Back home before anyone would be any wiser. Leaving Church to crack the safe that was embedded in the wall, to find whatever secrets were locked away.
[Later that night at the Docks: Loid Forger AKA Twilight]
Getting there took some time, as putting Anya to bed proved to be more difficult than one would assume. As her hyperactive nature for a child would be normal, luckily Yor arrived back home, in a rather nice dress if he sailed to mention. Now he was scoping one of the warehouse areas as he spotted five heavies ready and armed, moving crates.
He almost failed to recognize the one approaching him from behind, had there not been someone watching his back. A struggled noise, a blade being used to slice flesh would put him at ease as he knew his backup had arrived. Rather late, but still arriving fully armed.
Loid turned his head to see Lopez armed with a XM4 assault rifle, While Sarge carried a Spas 12, one silenced the other cleary not, "Got your 6 Twilight."
"I thought this was a stealth mission?" Twilight shook his head for a moment.
Sarge saw his gun and smiled, "Don't you worry, I always carry my backup." Sarge tapped the bowie knife strapped to his thigh.
Going through the back they counted seven more in the warehouse and began their approach. Loid used his acrobatic skills to leap on top of crates and silently take his three targets down with swift martial art strikes. Sarge used his commando crawl to creep under boxes and into the drain underneath, before crawling under an opponent to leap up and execution him with his knife. Lopez took a more subtle approach and walked through the floor like nothing, when he saw two guards at a table playing cards, he switched his suppressed rifle to semi auto, and in two quick hits had laid both of them out on the floor.
The last one was in the office upstairs, which Sarge unlocked the door with his knife. Once the door was able to ve opened they breached the room with a swift kick as Twilight was able to reach him and subdue him with a precise strike to the temple. Once knocked unconscious they began sorting through the files. The manifest was well hidden as Sarge and Lopez exited to secure the perimeter.
Twilight spent a few more minutes searching before finding it in one of the desks locked drawers. While he was busy taking pictures Sarge and Lopez made a few discoveries themselves. Once opened they had no choice but to call for Twilight, "Hey, ya need to see this."
"I already got the manifest, let's go." Twilight urged.
Sarge stopped him and pointed to a stack of weapons, "Check these out. Rusnian AK-47s... this don't sit well."
"They're just weapons. We have the info we need, now move." Loid urged them to continue.
Lopez whistled softly as he opened the crate next to him, showing a similar stack of weaponry, just a different set. These were Westalis M16 rifles, both of these were from opposite ends of the world. In one warehouse, made little to no sense as Loid actually began to ponder.
That's when the main warehouse doors slid open and gunfire nearly caught them. Ducking to cover Sarge and Lopez started blasting as Loid aim carefully. Five heavy machine gun fire kept them pinned in their position. The rattling of shells hitting the floor made, accompanied by the thunderous blasts from each unsilenced gun could go on forever.
Sarge had other plans, as he broke open a box and pulled the pin on a grenade, lobbing it towards the enemies. Laughing with his happy laugh as he did, proud to be back in action. The grenade made all fo them run away as it began to fly towards them. Sarge couldn't help but cheer, "HAHA This old soldier rides again! Hahaha." He kept laughing until he saw that the grenade landed near a stack of oil drums.
The three shared a quick glance before making a brake for cover within a metal shipping container. The fiery explosion knocked the roof and some of the walls off the place as fire was almost everywhere. Stumbling about to get up from the shock, Loid tried to fix his hearing as he heard sirens and immediately grabbed the rest of the party to follow. He sighed once they were in his car as he drove them off to a hideout. This would be the last time he'd recruit them for help. Would it?
[The next Morning]
Loid was finishing getting Anya ready for school, quickly quizzing her on some small details while he sipped his coffee. Yor still attempted to cook, after the skills she was, taught by "a friend" she knew. The eggs were burnt, the potatoes were too hard and salty but somehow the bacon turned out fine. At least they had something decent on the plate.
Loid was just about ready when he went near the window to spot an eyesore this morning. A flower truck just happened to be parked outside as old man sat in the driver seat pretending to enjoy some old tunes. As his Darker skinned companion looked up to make eye contact as he drank some black liquor from a bottle. This earned an annoyed look from him, "Damnit. What do they want. Surely they're to blame for the explosion and should be terminated. or perhaps they're here to terminate me..."
Anya heard the thought, "Papa is gonna be germinated?"
"Oh sweety, I'm just gonna go to the hospital so there might be germs. Oh... Yor one moment please, I have to grab something real quick." He told her before stepping out with his hat and coat.
As he walked down he passed by a delivery man that had a limp and a strange feeling about him. He ignored it as he went to talk to the old man amd his partner. Once down there he checked both ways to make sure he had enough time to talk regularly to them. He approached the front of the truck as Lopez kept watch, "This is highly unprofessional. You could jeopardize operation st-"
"Storms a coming..." Sarge puffed his cigar as his fingers were figgeting, "We kicked the hornets nest, we're in the thick of it now."
"Calm down. What happened?" Loid tried to reason with him, because if the old man who's seen stuff then it's bad.
[Upstairs]
A knock was heard at the door as Anya was finishing tieing her shoes. Yor turned back to Anya, "Pleasure finish getting ready okay?"
"Yes Mama." Anya agreed.
Once the door opened Yor saw the same empty box from yesterday followed by the same face. Only this time he was more panicked, she knew immediately something had to be wrong, "Leonard, what's wrong?"
"Could you sign for the package miss." Church tapped the box. He knew she was married after the last conversation.
When she looked down she saw his writing, Bad news involving Flowers.
"Where do I sign?" Yor asked as she began scribbling on the paper, "What's wrong?"
[Downstairs]
Sarge put out his cigar as he kept glancing around, "That warehouse raid. Turns out it's one of the biggest weapon rings that's been supplying Ostania for since we found out Desmond was thinking about another war."
"That long? And how have we just noticed?" Loid asked.
"Turns out the person supplying them has also been supplying the us, as in Westalis."
"What?"
[Upstairs]
"Just here on this page." Church tapped as he wrote down on the paper the. handed it back, "Turns out Flowers wasn't just a two bit mob boss. He was an agent working undercover from Westalis."
"I see..." Yor quickly write back fast and hard, almost breaking the pen, "What? How?"
"Initial here." Church took a while to write down more, "He's from their official branch of investigation, IFB, Intervention Federal Bureau."
"Almost done?" Yor wrote down one last piece of information, "What now?"
"Last thing." Church wrote down one more thing, "I checked his safe. Looks like he's after you and someone else. Whoever it is has no official names. However both of your crimes are rather numerous."
"Who's this from?" Yor didn't even have to write down as her eyes carried her message.
"It should say on the box." Church pointed at th v
box and has the writing... "Twilight."
[Back downstairs]
"So you're telling me Desmond has someone supplying not only his side but both?" Loid double checked.
Sarge kept adjusting his hat, sweating bullets, "More likely he didn't know. But the supplier is probably sending out people to investigate. If I was you... I'd grow a second pair of eyes."
"Thank you... thank you for..." Loid was about to continue but was handed a bouquet of roses from Lopez.
"Hasta Luego." Lopez said as hopped in the truck before it drove off.
Loid took a deep breath before he started walking back up the stairs.
[Anya's Room]
"Ohhhh... Mama and Papa are being hunted!" Anya exclaimed to herself as she couldn't calm down. She had read almost everyone's mind in the area learning from both sides. Someone who makes guns is coming for them, some people who are a different agency than Papa is coming for them. Its all so overwhelming.
Anya rushed out her room and went to hug Yor to hold onto her for as long she could, "MAMA PLEASE DON'T GO!"
"Woah, Anya... I'm not going anywhere, okay? What's gotten into you?" Yor asked petting her head, "Nothing is gonna stop me. Not as long as Anya needs me. Not until our enemies are vanquished."
Anya heard another voice enter her head, "Nothing is going stop me. Not until I make sure I can make a world where Anya never has to cry." Anya heard her Papa's thoughts as he walked up the stairs.
She stiffened up her lip and began to relax as she calmed herself down. No one could beat this unbeatable group, not an army could take down Papa or Mama.
In her moment of happiness she realized one thing, she couldn't read the delivery guy's mind. Normally she can catch something, whether it's a quick word, a detail. Nothing, not so much as whisper came from this sleepy man's mind. She paused to look at him, and in a second the two started to examine each other. Both of them tilted their heads, to the left, then to the right.
"I uhhh... think I messed up the package this time..." Leonard said as he started walking away, "I'll uhhh try not to mess it up again."
"Oh, take care Leonard." Yor waved him off as he walked away.
Anya couldn't help it but that man felt, almost too familiar, like she knew or saw him once before... But that's gonna have to wait. Because she has school in a few minutes.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Okay so... I know I have other stories and making a new one normally means I'm gonna leave behind one in the dust. And you would normally be right... Any Overwatch X Red Vs Blue Stories are on hold. I also have future stories in the making. A Fallout 76/Red vs Blue Crossover, Ben 10/XCOM, Justice League Unlimited/Red Vs Blue, As well as continuing Bad Company/Red vs Blue, Why Are We Still Here Series, and the Gate/Red Vs Blue. Although the other guy who did it first did it better and kinda makes me look like a chump. Also a possible Hellsing Solo story later on and continuingly Gate/For Honor.
Also some points in the story I should address.
1. I have no clue when the story actually takes place. It had technology similar to the cold war in the 70s-80s era, but still had some designs from after the first world war. So I kinda took a gamble with the two.
2. I will have a legend for thoughts, secret notes, etc. So as not to get confused. I'll try not to make it too long.
3. Hopefully this intro chapter will be the only 8k words chapter. Because HOLY FUDGE, 8K AND COUNTING.
4. Obviously, I'll try to limit swearing so we can reach a teen rating. I'll limit gore, drugs. Even though there was hardly any to do in the original show.
5. Please tell me if I missed something. I'll try to fix it in the future.
As always, Churchisalive, signing off for now.