Dark Agency

Chapter seven: Amuete's Decision

Shredder had just arrived in Quebec, Canada, from his watch he'd learned it was already fifteen minutes past twelve. According to the instructions he'd received from that woman, he was to lay low until word came out to eliminate the target. And from what she explained, that might not happen for a few weeks so instead of focusing solely on the mission, he'll take the time to train even more so as to pay Rogue back for that humiliating defeat the day before. He wasn't really a bright one but he still couldn't shake the gut feeling that something was wrong with the fact that it was that woman who approached him with this mission, since the board could have talked to him themselves. But he just brushed it off as him being on edge for no reason, plus the fact that the board decided to use that woman could be because of the secrecy of the mission. After all thinking too much on it will go against his 'do before you think' motto.

Meanwhile, Rogue and Candy were preparing to carry out their missions once the sun had turned over the sky to the moon. Assassins of the dark agency are trained to use two basic weapons, guns, which they use for ranged attacks and then a melee weapon of their choice. Down in Rogue's weapon basement, the two partners prepared their mission logistics in silence with the weapon settings doing the talking every now and then. As Candy assembled her hand gun, the 'g-16 cap Buster', the most powerful hand gun that could hit as had as a sniping rifle, she glanced over at Rogue only to be taken aback by what she saw. The man had a devilish grin on his face as he sharpened his sword that in no way looked blunt but rather looked already sharp enough to cut a steel rod in one swing, she could also hear him mumbling something to himself, and from what she could make out, he probably said something along the lines of, "A bloodbath is coming, we've waited so long salvation, let's save these mafia small fry from the pain of this world". Fed up with the creepy session, she had to break it up somehow...and so she decided to start a conversation.
"You seem like you're going to enjoy this mission?"
"Huh, oh of course, it's been so long since I've faced such a pressuring situation that I haven't been able to go all out on a killing spree"
"You're a lunatic as I presumed, to think the Rogue all assassins look up to is a psycho what a shame"
"You seem to be misunderstanding something here, it's not that I like killing, it's just that I've done it so many times now that it feels as natural as waking up to brush my teeth. But what happens when you haven't brushed your teeth for so long?, Well cavities build up in your teeth, your mouth smells and you may even fall sick. It's the same for me, if I don't kill to my fill for sometime it just makes me more excited when the opportunity arrives in the form of a mission"
"If what you say is true, you have the potential of awakening as a psychopathic mass murderer. Not that I care, I only wanted to know why your title is 'Rogue the salvation'?"
"Hah, that, I don't really know about that myself, but maybe it's because of my sword"
"Your sword?"
"Yeah this was given to me by my father when I turned ten"
"By your father you mean the board chair?"
"Yeah, I named this sword the 'sword of salvation', because of its purpose...to save the world. At least that was what I believed back then when I was still a young naive boy, but as I continued to learn of the darkness this world had to offer, my nativity cleared away, because this sword was used to bring more pain to the world rather than take from it. In order to keep the name I gave it, I convinced myself that those I killed with this blade had died peacefully and had received true salvation from this world because at least they won't have to face the tribulations of the world anymore. Somewhere along the line I guess people started naming me after my sword  and that's how I got the title, I guess. Pretty nice background story huh?"
"Well I must say it's quite cringy"
"I should have suspected a trash talker like you would say that much"
"Me?, A trash talker?".
"Since I met the assassin Candy, I've summarized her personality in one word...'cold'. And by the way I've been meaning to asked what melee weapon you mastered?."
"I mastered daggers"
"Daggers huh, that tracks, it fits your build or I should say you built yourself to fit it. Anyway since we're done setting up let's decide the places were gonna knock up tonight"
"Isn't that simple, were destroying all of their bases in the U.S.A".
"Really now, I was thinking the same thing, glad to know we're on the same page"
"Wait, I was just being sarcastic and repeating what I heard you say when you were sharpening you sword"
"Oh that?, I was actually serious about it though"
"Are you insane!...Come to think of it you are...but still who could cover the whole united States in one night, were not superhuman and we can't teleport either?"
"According to the mission info we received from the retrievers, the donnies have only twelve of their bases here, l in the united States. And they're all located at the southwestern parts of the country, so it should be a piece of cake"
"Even still they have quite the  distance between the bases, covering all twelve still sounds impossible"
  "It's possible if I use my jet"
"You have a jet?!, But where would you be landing it, it's not like you can land a jet anywhere you prefer"
"I can, or at least my jet can, you'll see when the time comes, so let's get going"

Amuete was sitting comfortably in his office chair behind his office desk, but he didn't look any where near comfortable. His facial expression looked troubled and he was clearly in deep thought. He'd groan out of frustration every now and then and take a shot at his tequila...
"Sir can you please tell me the reason?, you've been like this since your call on the golden phone ended", Pedro asked with a concerned tone in his voice.
"That?, It seems the dark agency have made a move to shut us down and it was none other than that bastard Wilfred who instigated them"
"What?, We're screwed if we turn a blind eye to this, everyone knows those guys are insanely tough, they run fifty percent of the the worldwide underground society..."
"Though she went out of her way to warn us, she said she can't do much but we should at least leave Wilfred to her and that we should take care of the rest ourselves"
"But how, from where I see it, if the dark agency really wants us gone then we're screwed, we definitely have to call for their help!"
"Calm down Pedro, you think I haven't thought of that?, Though I don't want to be indebted to them, they're the only ones we can turn to right now, the other bastards will just turn a blind eye until we pay them. looks like I'll have to contact those guys from Twilight".