The Olympians: The Fall of Kin

Secrets and Spies

One Day Ago

Rasen City

Monopoly District

Operation: Raven Perch

Agent: Spade

Two years. That's how long Spade had been on assignment. It was an overly boring job. Not because he was stuck behind some desk or anything as trivial as that. In fact, his job was one of the most dangerous in the Enforcers'.

Every Enforcer specialized in a certain form of combat.

Tempest was the Nuke. The last resort that was sent in when things were at the absolute worst. Clarion was like a tank. A one-man army that hit things with a level head. Until he had to fight. Then no one survived. Artemis was a sniper. Did a lot of recon and assassination, though she took a sick pleasure in killing "Sentient Creatures." That always creeped him out. He shuddered just thinking about that ogre.

She sure was mean when she wanted to be.

But she was pretty hot.

And crazy.

Too crazy.

He shuddered again.

There were numerous other Enforcers, but they were all relatively different variations of the same thing. Like Theseah, an Atlantean with a dutiful sense of honor and a stiff moral code, to boot and Dorian, who was the equivalent of a Navy Seal. He was one of their strategists. Though, not the best. The best tended to hole herself up in her room. At least, that's what she'd been doing when last Spade saw her before his mission had started.

And, finally, there was Spade and Recluse, the only two Enforcers in the Shredder Corps. that specialized in Black Ops.

Recluse was a woman of many dichotomies. She was hilarious at times, always trying to cheer others up. Then she was scary and knew how to kill a man in more ways than Spade wanted to know. She cleaned up everywhere she meandered about during her day, but her quarters were a mess, something that one could get away with only in the Shredder Corps., since their branch had little oversight when it came to regs. Humans couldn't be bothered.

Spade--while great at assassinations--specialized in Infiltration and information gathering. Mainly because he was a teleporter.

Speaking of which...

Spade stood atop a catwalk that overlooked a small, high-tech-outfitted warehouse. Several scientists wandered about, carrying clipboards and conversing about specimens and DNA matrices.

This is so boring. Nothing exciting ever happens.

See, about two years ago, Liam had heard something on the Dark Web from a source--codename Oracle--that the corporation responsible for cloning the very first Godkin, Titan Corp., was working on illegal cloning with previously undiscovered Titan DNA.

And, while those rumors had proven true, so far, nothing had come of their research. All specimens died like in the first tests of Godkin cloning.

And so, Spade lay on the vacant catwalk, his arms resting under his head while he looked down with a blank stare at the same thing that he always looked at day in and day out.

Just two more weeks, and I'm good to get the hell out of here. Rasen City is such a hole.

At least, that's what he thought. The place was a massive artificial island where all major businesses kept their headquarters. On top of that, the stock market had been relocated there after the war.