In this world some men can be bought, those would be what you would call mercenaries. People who shed blood for cash, who trade flesh for money. There are also those was only gain in this life is honor and duty, those are what we call true agents. Two exact opposite sides of a coin, both equally deadly and trained that made their way to Ostania. Here for one mission and one mission only hunt down and eliminate Twilight and the Thorn Princess.
Exiting the airport together came several official Agents from overseas, however only a handful of them posed any real threat. Their names, unknown to us, they go by states of from a new territory. Leading them was Agent Carolina, Agent Washington, and Agent Maine, following them were Agent North Dakota, South Dakota, and Agent York. Dressed in all black suits and pan suits their presence alone could terrify a usual target.
Waiting for them at the entrance was the best the Ostanian Secret Police had to offer, Yuri Briar, who dressed casually to avoid suspicion. With a handshake the two parties started their first of many joint operations, "Special Agent Carolina... My name is Yuri Briar, Second Lieutenant..."
"Good to meet you. This is Agents Washington and Maine on my right, Agents York, North and South Dakota to my left." Carolina introduced her team. All dressed in black suits but with decorative color shirt and tie under, something of a color scheme they had.
Yuri walked next to them as they exchanged packets, "So from what your intelligence agency has told me, this Agent Twilight has prevented quite the number of problems for you."
"He has, however results aside the methods he's used and the things he's done. We just him to be held accountable for his actions." Agent Carolina commented.
"In these times are we really able to judge the amount of blood on anyone's hands?" Yuri hated to admit it, but whoever Twilight was, has stopped a number of incidents from occuring. Even if he was working for the other side it seemed his actions were meant to stop some terrorists acts from starting another war, "Do we have a face?"
"Unfortunately no, however we're certain he's here in disguise as a typical family man." Agent Washington commented.
Yuri looked back while glancing over the files, "Why is that?"
"Well he's a master of disguise, as well as a master tactician. More than likely he understands that single males would be questioned more than a man with family. Especially during these specific times." Agent Washington concluded.
Yuri handed the files to the subordinates following him and walked to where the cars were waiting to take them all to the HQ. Yuri took a different route to avoid suspicions, leaving the rest of the agents to follow the other secret police members. Those members were seen by another man, who happened to have a limp as he walked away.
[Hospital: Loid's Office]
Loid Forger, psychiatric doctor, but to a small few he is known as Agent Twilight, a Westalis spy sent to ensure world peace against those who would wish for war. Part of his more recent mission was to obtain information about a dock warehouse storing a large sum of weapons and ammunition. Sifting through the files laid on his table, he tried to make some sort of a pattern from all the data.
While he sorted and searched for anything to make any sense what so all the paperwork he couldn't help but hear something from the hall. Nurses and other staff members were trying to help an old man try to go through to a room with another person. Loid Forger only got up because one of them spoke in a language he different from the usual. Realizing who it was he began to make his way to the door.
Standing there with several hospital personnel was Samuel R. Gauge and Lopez at his place of business, his cover identity's place of work. Sighing he took a moment to observe the room fully. Two people were on both sides of Samuel trying to walk him through the halls as he looked almost delirious or drunk, swaying back to back. And one lady was with Lopez trying understand his language.
Eventually he left the room to approach the scene, "What seems to be the issue?"
"Oh well, um I don't know what this man is saying and the older man isn't speaking clearly." One of the nurses nearby pointed out.
The one in question was Sarge who showed signs of dementia, "Oh hello, have you met my son Lopez?" He asked the staff member again.
Loid smiled as he knew this was his field of research, "It's quite alright. I'll take it from here."
It took almost half a minute to get them into room, after the old man's 'delusional' ramblings. Once inside, as soon as the door closed, Samuel R. Gauge didn't even hesitate to switch his posture, voice and attitude the second he was in, "We need to talk."
"What seems to be the problem? And could this not have been intercepted or sent on a encrypted message?" Loid Forger asked as he locked the door and put on the radio to make their voices even more difficult to hear through the door.
"As a matter of fact, it can't be. More of the secret police have been cracking down hard on some of our usual informant locations... so much so we have to resort to the old in person meet up way." Sarge sat down as Lopez kept an eye out the window watching whatever he could.
Loid sighed as he knew that Sarge wouldn't lie about this no matter what, "Be honest, how bad is it?"
"Well it looks like our rival agency has decided to send in some of their elite. Frankie managed to snag a few pics and get them over to us." Sarge stated as he laid down the file.
Looking thoroughly through the pictures and profiles he saw the top agents: marksmen, cqc fighters, intelligence field operatives and the their company's golden goose. Agent Carolina, the only person who nearly got Loid. While he certainly believed everything came down to skill his last few encounters made him feel luck was on his side. He still had a scar on his thigh from the bullet she managed to land in there.
Now his fears and worries were coming together. With his current mission, Anya with school, now this rival agency trying to smoke them out. Things were not looking as well for Agent Twilight. All he could do was rely on Sarge for information, as well as Frankie, while trying to keep a low profile.
"There's more." Sarge said as he placed down a file right in front of Twilight on top of the other one, "They want you to do another side mission, if you will. This one's crucial."
"How so?" Loid asked.
Sarge crossed his arms, "We have reason to believe that the warehouse we hit was only one half of the arms the owner must have been selling."
"And what exactly would the other half be?"
"Chemical and biological weaponry."
"Those have been outlawed in every major country that participated in the war."
Loid knew what a few of those weapons might be, Sarge knew more. Gas that swells up your throat and chokes you out. Fumes that make your eyes bleed out of their sockets. And acids that would be used by water droppers that could melt the skin right off your bones. All of which Sarge had seen before.
"We've tracked down a location of where they might be. However..." Sarge started.
Loid could already guess, "It is extremely heavily guarded?"
"And locked behind some new type highly sophisticated safe in this container." Sarge pointed into the picture on the file showing a very large blue shipping container.
Loid could pick lock, crack safes and perform incredible heists, but this was outside his skill reach. Luckily it wasn't out of another person's skill set, "I could get Frankie on this."
"That's good. I also know a guy. Smart. He had made a few useful gears for me." Sarge admitted.
"Well, it might take me a while to get a hold of Frankie. Where's your guy?"
"He's back at the shop, or more accurately, right next to the shop."
"Wait, are you serious? That close?"
"Relax. No one really is too suspicious of a flower shop and a clean pawn shop that regularly reports to the police."
"What are we waiting for?" Loid grabbed his lab coat and medical bag. He then went to the rotary telephone on his office and called one of the other workers, "I'll be busy taking Mr. Gauge home. Please let the rest of the staff know I will be unavailable for the remainder of my shift."
"Understood Mr. Forger." A ladies voice replied.
Sarge hunched over in his disguise pose, "Well let's get to it."
[Yor Forger]
Currently at her office she couldn't help but go over the details in her head. That unusually kind mob boss was actually an overseas agent in disguise. Now on top of the scum within her own nation she needed to dispose of she needed to handle foreign infiltrators. She wasn't even sure if the Shopkeeper was aware.
It seemed she would need to take manners into her own hands, there was only one single problem with this. She has no idea where to start or how to go about finding leads. She did know one person who might be smart enough to help.
"I'm calling in early... I'm not feeling so well." Yor told her three coworkers to which stunned them. In all the years she has worked there she has never requested time off.
She went to the same place Church would be with the rest of his crew, even though they might not be the best she could still have some need for them. She knew she could definitely rely on Church if anything to be a decent gunman, or just someone who can keep someone suppressed.
As she walked through the door a suppressed shot nearly hit her but just hit the wall. To which she responded by throwing her stiletto dagger near the would be killer. Who just so happened to be Church crouched behind the bar with a welrod pistol.
"What the damn hell Yor? I could have shot you in the face." Church shouted.
Yor apologized, "Oh Sorry about that. Was that wall expensive?"
"No... don't tell the guys but with your skill and my aim I think you definitely would have been unharmed."
"So what's all this?" Yor took notice of the closed sign on the door, the chairs and tables thrown about like barricades.
"Ever since word got out in the criminal world that Flowers bit the dust, lots a thugs been trying to hustle in to steal this place. It's not just the illegal activities they want it's territory these guys are after." Church listed the events and reasons that followed, before realizing there must be a reason she is here, "So what brings you to these parts?"
"Leonard I need a favor... a big one." Yor pleaded.
"A big one huh? What's the favor."
"I need your help finding these agents from overseas. If they're here to disturb the peace then they need to be dealt with. Immediately."
"Well they ain't too hard to find for me."
"Are you saying you've seen them?" Yor wondered.
Church shook his head but pulled a note from his jacket, "I got this a few days ago. Whoever it is, they're outsourcing a lot of their work to the criminal underground."
"The criminal underground? Why?"
"Well they're plenty of scum around, they work cheaper, use their own tools... the list is endless. Not to mention some of these people know how to keep quiet. Especially if a whole lotta cash is on the line or if family is threatened. Now me and Tucker, well, you can guess and Caboose... well he's not too bright so I doubt he'd pick up a threat."
"So, I'm assuming because you failed to take the job you and this place became a hotspot."
"Hotspot, more like open season for territory. Nothing we can't really handle but it seems they're sending in some type of gang, maybe a few." Church pulled out a cigarette to light up.
Yor nodded trying to comprehend how bad the situation was for Church specifically, if it was her there would be no threat. However the skill difference between Church and her was too vast that she felt he would definitely get hurt badly or worse. She also didn't know how well this Tucker or Caboose was in a fight, "Where are the others?"
"In the back getting some stuff ready. And I'll tell you there's a reason why Flowers has only needed us three. I'm still a decent, at best, hitman. Tucker is a trained swordsman, he's a not bad shot either and Caboose may be dumb as a box of rocks but that box of rocks is our brawlers. He's a heavyweight boxer, won about 46 matches out of 55 fights. 37 of those wins by Knockout in the first round. Flowers has been having him do bum fights for chump change."
"So you can hold your own?"
"Holding our own is not the problem mademoiselle, the problem is how much damage they'll do to the place. They kick up too much of a fuss and we got police to deal with and if even one of our... illegitimate businesses get glanced at, that's it for us." Tucker had reentered the room with a wooden crate and place it in a spot another spot with another.
Caboose came into the room as well, dropping the final biggest crate onto the floor as Church came by with a crowbar to pry it open, "Yeah... apparently some of the stuff we do isn't good... but we've been good ourselves... just the other day I bought some cookies from a little boy trying make donations."
"That was a scam Caboose." Church recalled the other day, as he finally got the crate opened. Reaching inside he picked up a long rifle, BAR, Westalis made, "Here, load up, courtesy of Flowers."
Caboose caught the rifle and loaded it up, while Tucker grabbed a Sten submachine gun and slapped the magazine in the side of it. Finally Church grabbed his Swess K1 Rifle with the scope attached.
Yor already had been thinking about it in her head, if she could help Church and ensure that she could save this place, then he'd owe her one for sure. But gang, criminal and other illegal activities like this were out of her expertise. She didn't know if there were rules, customs or traditions all together. She still has to try something, "Church, If I were to help you protect this place would consider helping me find these agents?"
"Yor... you help us out and we owe you a bunch." Church admitted.
Tucker seemed to protest for a bit, "Hey hold on, a bunch doesn't seem too fair."
"They won't step foot in here." Yor stated as fact as her eyes somehow loss their black pupil and went completely crimson.
Caboose who stood by the door peaked outside and noticed several vehicles pulling up, "Church, they're here."
"How many?"
"1... 2... 3... ummm..."
"Nevermind, let me see." Church moved the big slugger back as he saw the number, close to the near twenty five maybe thirty or more. What's strange was none of them looked to be carrying too many guns. He spotted a few with firearms, just about six or so, the rest had all manner of weapons. Lead pipes, bats, knives, knuckles even chains, it seemed they planned to win by numbers, "About thirty, six gunmen the rest thugs."
"Plan? Anyone?" Tucker asked as he jumped behind the counter.
Church hid behind the door, "What you thinking Yor? The back alley scrap?"
"I was thinking the midtown massacre..." Yor stated getting her knives ready for the job.
Tucker started to sweat, "Um... midtown massacre?"
"Oh long story short, midtown, I let Yor handle most of it while I picked... or tried to pick a few trying to get the jump on her." Church admitted as he readied himself.
With a calm, cool smile Yor opened the door and walked out just as Caboose and Tucker made their way to the window. With a delighted smile she looked at the several thugs in front of her, while the three allies supported her from behind, "Good day gentlemen, do I have the pleasure of taking your lives?"
[Son's Roses Florist/Ricardo's Pawn Shop]
The three agents, Twilight, Lopez and Sarge made their way to the their base, a shared building with living spaces just above them. The Flower shop which served as an armory, ammo dump and resupply base had all it's business in the back. The front was decorated with several rose bushes, some hiding motion sensors and listening devices.
In between the flower shop and the watch repair shop, was a small alley way, where a cab was parked. As they stepped out and took a peek too ensure they were alone Sarge immediately went to the cab ina furious strut, despite remaining in his cover. Banging his cane on the roof of the car he clearly had no patience at the moment.
"Dag nabbit, get your lard keister and molasses belly folds up and at attention." Sarge demanded.
A momentarily rattling was heard as what could be beer cans and take out wrappers were heard. Whoever was in the cab couldn't possibly be an agent, at least not by the usual standards or methods. Waking up from a mid day nap was a big, husky man, his face both greasy and with messy facial hair. Wearing a brown bomber jacket, and an orange beanie on his messy hair that resembled a mop. His eyes were droopy, brown and his odor had smelt like a man who hasn't bathed today.
Coming out of his drowsy state he rubbed his eyes and looked at his guests, "I'm up, I'm up... oh... it's you. Hey Sarge."
"Don't 'Hey Sarge' me, maggot. What the in Sam Hill you doing napping on the job?!"
"Well no fares yet, means I can nap, besides it's the best way to stay incognito."
"Who's this?" Twilight asked the two gentlemen he came with.
Sarge grumbled for a moment before answering, "This... poor excuse of a man is the transporter we have had for years. Call him Grif"
"How do you do?" Grif gave a half way salute.
Twilight began thinking to himself, 'Where have I heard that name before? Grif? Ah yes WISE's reform program. Grif caught for drug possession and several car jacking. He once led police on a wild chase across several counties for damn near two days. After that he's been WISE's go to transportation provider. Getting people out as fast as possible before their cover is blown, they are eliminated, etc.'
"So we all saw him pause for like a whole minute right?" Grif asked. looking as Twilight was still in thought.
Sarge ignored his question, "Can it dirt bag. Is Simmons in?"
"Hasn't left."
"Good... c'mon Sir."
"Right of course." Twilight snapped into gear.
Going inside there were all sorts of knick knacks and what not on the walls, on shelves, everywhere. On one wall, instruments, on another coats from last decade. A lesser man of intelligence could get lost in this mess, thankfully the man who ran the shop wasn't.
Ricardo, real name, Richard Simmons, he wasn't like the man Dexter Grif outside, instead he was in WISE due to his brilliant mind. When he failed the officer courses for the military he instead tried to enlist and go through the enlisted ranks and then be an officer. Unfortunately his body wasn't as durable, but WISE had other plans for him.
Lifting up his glasses he saw the visitors enter, "Oh hello gentlemen. What brings you here?"
This whole crew, Dexter Grif, Richard Simmons, Lopez and Samuel R Gauge, were all expendable to WISE. An old soldier, a convict, a young tinkerer and a repair man could be found anywhere. They were made for Twilight to use however he sees fit, nothing more.
"Good day sir. I'm curious how much it would cost for a pocket watch made of silver and gold?" Loid began speaking in code, while tapping the counter to begin delivering his real message.
Simmons ducked under the counter for a second, "One second I should have a catalog for that..." After a few seconds a few grandfather clocks in the store went off near the entrance, with the noise going off Simmons came up and opened the path to the back for them, "Follow me gentlemen."
Entering the back of the shop Loid noticed several workstations, some for weapon customization, others for fabric. Tools of all kinds, power and manual with chemicals and and what not stored on the other side in a locker. Everything labeled and neatly put away for later use. Clearly this man was the neat one of this expendable team.
"Sorry for that. You know there might be ears listening everywhere." Simmons explained as he led them to the small humble workshop in the back, "How can I help you?"
"We need a safe cracked." Sarge stated, slapping the pictures down on the table.
After a moment of examining, "Ah I see, this is a Carbondale series safe. Weighs about two tons, and protected by 3 and a half inches of steel plating. I can cut through this in about 1 minute."
"No. No cutting, it's holding chemicals we can't risk setting off." Twilight told him.
Simmons stopped moving to his torch and buzzsaw, "Alright. Well the combination might take time, explosives are out of the question... the only thing I'll have to go on is drilling. Is that okay?"
"Should be fine, grab your tools and let's head out."
"Wait, what? Uh sir, I'm not a field agent. I'm technical." Simmons tried arguing.
Loid groaned then turned to Sarge, "Sir."
"Copy that." Sarge went in front of Simmons and used his arm like a scepter, touching both shoulders, "You're a field agent now."
Simmons took a moment to accept that before rushing to grab his tools and catch up with the rest of them. He went into the car with Grif who handed him his second pistol from the glove compartment. Grif and Simmons in one car with Lopez, Sarge and Loid in the other, on their way to another mission.
[Other Side of Town]
Yor panted as she finished off the last of the thug, leaving everyone but Church surprised. She actually did so without a single scratch and all the blood on her came from the enemies she had easily dispatched. Which really didn't settle well with her as she had to see ger family, she knew that this wouldn't settle with them. They might actually catch wind of some of her activities.
"Awwww... Church!!!" Yor whined, "I can't go back to Loid like this."
"Seriously?!" Church groaned as he had to think of a plan, "We have a lost and found in the back. We might have a coat or dress in your size."
"Thank you." Yor bowed and ran inside as the last guy. twitched.
Tucker came over while Church was about to finish off the poor bloke, "So... this Yor, what's her deal? How is she so..."
"I don't know... I've only worked with her when we were young. But she's still as deadly. No... more deadly then before." Church admitted as he shot his welrod pistol.
Caboose moved the dumpster over to them, "So what does the scary nice lady want?"
"She wants us to track down the people who tried to hire us. And we're in no position to refuse." Church knew they could be slayed in a second without any hesitation of Yor wished, "Whatever it is, we have to agree."
"Oh, how do I look?" Yor managed to find a large leather coat and a long red dress, she even managed to find heels to go with.
Church smiled as she looked less like a killer, Caboose blushes a bit, while Tucker flashed a dazzling smile, "Magnific!"
"Like a million dollars." Church admitted with a head nod.
Caboose handed her a sunhat to go with, "You look very pretty Mrs. Ferger."
"It's Forger." Yor corrected.
Church coughed getting everyone right on track, "So, Yor... what is it you'd like from us?"
"Oh... Well... we'll talk later. I have to pick up Anya from school." And like that, Your dashed off in her new look.
The three men stood for a moment, speechless. That was untile Church reminded them of the issue at hand. "Alright. Caboose you start loading up the cars with these guys. Tucker see what you can find. I'm gonna call the cleaners." They split up and did their assigned tasks.
[Back With Loid]
Just on the outside of the port the agents of W.I.S.E were getting ready to begin their assault to secure the chemical weaponry. Once they parked they all stepped out to check their weaponry one final time before going in. Sarge loading his shotgun (Now a Mossberg), Lopez an M16, Grif his old .38 snub nose magnum, and Simmons his 1911.
Unfortunately that plan was soon replaced with "go in guns blazing." Sarge shot the lock off the gate and rushed in and began blasting away. After nearly emptying his shotgun they all realized that the place was vacant.
"Where in Sam Hell is everyone?" Sarge puzzled his head look around.
Everyone looked around for any trace, that was when Grif noticed the paper today on the makeshift the workers must have used for their tools, "Probably at the sandwich shop down 12 blocks. They used some coupons."
"Cigarette is still warm. They must have just left." Loid stated seeing other object around, "Let's make it fast people we don't have time. For all we know looking for this container could take us the whole ti-"
"Found it." Simmons pointed to the shipping container from the picture.
Loid was not expecting this to be that easy of a job, seeing as how the last one ended in a fiery explosion. The chains on the container weren't even locked, as the doors swung wide open. Everything seemed too easy, so much so Loid kept looking around for some type of trap.
Then it came, "Uh sir. We have a problem." Simmons called out to Loid.
"What is it?" Loid asked looking at the safe. Realizing it was much different from the one in the photo.
Simmons looked at it and examined carefully, "This isn't the Carbondale... it's a Worthington 1000."
"What does that mean?" Loid asked.
Simmons looked in his bag again, "Means that if I try to drill and I hit a gear then the whole thing goes into a lock down."
"So there's no way to open it?" Loid asked.
Simmons looked around and found a canister of liquid nitrogen, "Not entirely. These safes are usually made from a steel that have a low brittle temperature. Somewhere between 0 C to -60 C." Simmons taught Twilight as he drilled a small hole just at the top of the safe, he poured some water he found around at the table. Then using the small nozzle of liquid nitrogen, he sprayed the stuff down the top and into the safe.
Grabbing a crowbar and a ballpen hammer Simmons gave it a hard fast strike, knocking the door clean off. The back of door showed the work the liquid nitrogen did as it made the gears crack and the metal so brittle it was like glass as it hit the floor. When the heavy door feel Sarge and Loid looked at the contents, seeing all the foul chemicals that hurt so many people and that would hurt more.
"So what now?" Grif asked seeing everyone stand around.
Sarge held the container with both hand as he prepared to transport in the truck. He put it in between a few bags of fertilizer to keep it from moving. Covering the container with a tarp he then did a quick shake test to see if it would be safe. Sarge looked to the group, "I'm heading back to base. WISE and the team of eggheads are gonna neutralize this."
"Take the designated route, be CAREFUL." Loid urged the last part.
Sarge gave a quick salute, "I will, I know how bad this stuff can be. Lopez! Simmons! Move out."
"Need a lift?" Grif asked putting away his piece.
Loid sighed seeing Sarge drive slowly, "I do."
On the ride home Loid was able to let his guard down a bit, he still couldn't trust this group but they were definitely reliable assets. Reliable enough that he caught some sleep, making his driver a bit jealous.
[Forger Residence]
Yor was walking up the street as Loid had finally woken up as Grif parked the car. The two met on as he stepped out of the back of the cab. Yor was shocked at how exhausted Loid had looked, whatever happened at work must have a rough one.
"Loid, you look beat!" Yor said with a shocked look on her face.
Loid woke up just enough to see his wife, in a stunning new outfit, "Yor! You look... stunning!" Calm down Twilight it's not like you haven't seen your wife in something like this. Besides this is just a mission... just a mission.
"Oh well I um... I had time to finally go shopping..." Yor lied. Oh what's wrong with me, this isn't my type of dress. He's probably thinking I look like a brute in a clown costume.
"Sh-shall we head inside?" Loid struggled to ask.
Yor smiled as she regained her confidence, "We shall."
The two went inside where they were greeted with a sleeping Anya drooling on her school papers after trying to study. After taking her to bed Yor and Loid went to their rooms to retire for the day.
[Elsewhere]
Night time, the perfect time for bad deeds to transpire, evil actions done by evil men who want nothing more than their own greed or ambitions. It was at this time that a man looked out the window of a lab, overlooking the night sky. In the room the rest of his team were busy behind him.
"So what is our situation for our weapons?" The man spoke. He was bald, had pale skin and gray eyes. Wrinkled and old, some might say bitter from his expression. He wore a black suit, black shirt, and black tie.
One of the scientists, a younger man, spoke up and stuttered his word. "W-well, The chemicals we had ordered they were... the port seemed to have lost them."
"Lost?" He twitched.
The young scientist corrected himself, "Taken is more the word. It seems someone broke into the safe and took the chemicals... we needed."
"Can't be a coincidence. No earlier this week, our weapons warehouse was blown up. Someone's definitely sabotaging us." Another man, armed with a machine gun, wearing a black and silver uniform.
The bald man in power took a moment, took a breath, and reformulated a plan, "Fine. It matters not. We go ahead with Subject Alpha."
"Um, sir?" The scientist spoke up again.
Exhausted the man in charge replied, "Yes?"
"Subject Alpha-001 along with a few others broke out of containment almost a year ago after you left to work on public image and relationships so we haven't had a chance to tell you. And we only discovered recently since you put our operations on hold to make guns and bombs."
"So it's my fault?" The man said before giving his soldier a look and nod. Soon following, came gunfire and splattering, "I needed to build ties with some of the most powerful and influential people in the world. I had to halt some projects in order for that to happen. We must find Alpha-001. He is that final peace to a perfect soldier that dear... friend of mine left behind. Double your efforts. Find him."
"What of the others?" The guard asked.
Without even blinking an eye he spoke one final time, "If you find them, take them."
[To Be Continued]
Okay, so first I would like to say thank you all for being patient. Thank you for the support.I just want to say now I'm in therapy. I'm getting help for all my problems I'm going through. And plus, I'm going back to school soon. So everything is going perfect. Now I can't promise I'll make more chapters quickly but you know type some here and there and now that apparently I found a way to make Fanfiction work again for me. Yeah, they should come smoothly. I was having trouble with the speech-to-text system they have, which saves a whole lot of time. But, you know, got that fixed, and now these ideas just come as I speak.
Another thing I want to address, for some of the weapons and vehicles and styles that I will be using, I have to admit I have no idea what time period Spy X Family takes place in. It's very Cold War-esque with the espionage and spycraft and setting. So, a few weapons will be close, closer to that era, but some of the clothing styles suggest World War II Era as well, so I'm also doing that. So yes, the weapons will be mixed around a bit. However, there's also some other things, brand names that, for copyright reasons, I can't use. So you'll hear me or see me type out a bullshit name. If you want me to put like a little star just to know like, hey, this one was just made up, let me know.
Now, with that being said, hope you enjoy it. Til next time. Also, 5,863 words. Not exactly easy.