The streets were dark and almost deserted, and the skies wept, with a heavy downpour. A plumb, but tall man stood in the midst of the rain, with a huge umbrella over his head. He wore a black rain coat to protect his body from the rain, a black hat to cover his head, black gloves to cover his arms, and black shades to cover his eyes. A beautiful, black car started to approach him, on the street, and he sighed out of relief. The car stopped in front of him, and the driver rolled his window down.
"A rated Tomoura." The driver recognised "Hop in. Medium is waiting."
Tomoura folded his umbrella and walked into the car. The drive was about 8 minutes long, but they finally stopped at a warehouse. Tomoura looked at the building and sighed deeply.
"I'm leaving the umbrella." Tomoura told the driver, walking out of the car "Take it back to my lair."
"Sure." The driver agreed.
Tomoura walked towards the building and opened its doors. It was totally dark inside. Tomoura removed his shades, revealing his green, glowing eyes.
"Hey Medium!" Tomoura called out, causing his voice to echo.
"Don't mention my code name like that." A sinister voice said, not far away from Tomoura.
Tomoura followed the voice and walked more deeply into the warehouse. A middle-aged man sat behind a small table, with a perfectly decorated tablecloth. The only thing on the table, were two glasses of wine. One for him, and one, probably for Tomoura.
"C'mon, seat." He told Tomoura "I've been waiting for you."
Tomoura sat behind the table, opposite him, and dropped his eyes.
"What work d'you have for my crew this time?" Tomoura asked him "I hope it doesn't involve the legendary Terminators. If so, I'll have to decline."
"Listen." Medium said, sipping on his wine "We're on face two of the 'New Dawning' operation."
"Go on."
"We're taking it bit by bit." He continued "Right now, we're aiming for the Elemental Clans. You and your crew are to take care of the Energy clan."
"That's too much to ask, of us." Tomoura said "Can't you hire an A rated gang of Lyraxes?"
"What if I speak your language?" Medium asked him, with an evil smirk.
"Which one?"
"Oh, something better than English and Japanese." Medium said, pulling a briefcase out "Just made it up. It's called the language of persuasion."
Medium opened the briefcase, and Tomoura was shocked to see the amount of money that was in it.
"Twenty million." Medium told him "Just destroy the clan, and you get this. Destroy the clan head, you get twice of this."
Tomoura grabbed the briefcase, with a mischievous grin.
"We give you two months, to make this reality." Medium told him "You would hate to fail Master Revolution and Master Reborn."
"Expect the clan head's head, in a month." Tomoura told him.
"There's more." Medium said.
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Through the dark skies, and above the tall buildings, flew a huge helicopter. Trevor, Ariella, and Snyder stood at the edge of the helicopter, ready to jump.
"On my count, we jump!" Trevor screamed.
"Be careful!" The pilot yelled.
"Aren't any of you nervous about the high wind pressure?!" Ariella asked them.
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Lyrax Terminators 2
General FictionWith Tyler's sacrifice came a new and a better world. A World where Terminators were accepted in society. However, most of the Lyraxes that survived the war scattered across the world, wreaking havoc wherever they went. As a result, Lyte had to be r...
