M416 (under revising)

THE MISSION

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Four years ago...

December 30, 2016
Tokyo, Japan

IT was a chilly afternoon in Tokyo, Japan; the streets were aglow with Christmas lights and decorations, trees adorned with sparkling ornaments. People strolled about, laughing and chatting, enjoying the last afternoon of December. 

Kenjii Takeno, dressed casually, sat on a park bench, watching his 13-year-old son, Kyohei, buy some ice cream from a vendor. There are also people like him buying from it.

Kyohei, wearing a wide smile, waved at his father, who returned the gesture with an equally warm smile as he waved back in joy seeing his young man.

The moment didn't last long before Kyohei dashed over to his father, two ice cream cones in hand, an obvious excitement drawn in his face.

"Chichi! Here's yours!" He greeted his father and handed him the thing, in which the man didn't decline. The father and son sat down on the bench as they started to eat the ice cream.

Far away from the park, a helicopter descended onto the rooftop of a building owned by the company named 'FIGAROA,' a front for the 'Yonaka Clan,' a covert organization notorious for illegal drug manufacturing in Japan's underworld. The Yonaka Clan was a well-established entity in the black market.

Upon descending, a well-dressed man in a black suit, adorned with a long black coat and colored-black shoes, stepped out of the helicopter, adjusted his tie and surveyed his new surroundings. His dark hair fluttered in the wind as his keen eyes scanned the area, taking in every detail. He then activated the wireless earpiece in his ear.

"M416," It was the voice of a woman on the other line.

"Audible." Said the man who was named 'M416' by the person on the call.

"He's 10 kilometers from your location, prepare for 10 minutes." Her serious voice made the man nod his head before walking away from the helicopter. He was immediately greeted by a man in his 40s as he further moved towards the door of the rooftop.

"How's your merit?" The man, with a hair up until his shoulder, asked him. The young man raised his sharp eyebrows and took the cigar from the man's man. "Gold, UMP." He immediately responded, earning a nod from the older man as he watched the young guy light up a cigarette.

UMP45, the seasoned marksman who was 25 years older than M416, was known as the one who'd taken the younger guy under his wing. It wasn't an easy task to convince UMP45 to take on M416 as a mentee, but seeing the young young man's strength and potential, he decided to train him as an assassin under the Yonaka banner.

In the clan, everyone had a code name instead of their real names. This was to keep things secret and safe, because revealing someone's true identity could spell disaster for the whole organization.