The rise of a new world order

Chapter 1

As Tiger lounged in bed, he watched the sunset through the large bay windows across from the bed. The sound of water running reverberated throughout the room. He moved to sit up in the large bed resting his back against the back of the bed he stretches his long legs out on the bed. He was already showered and dressed in the usual body hugging blue jeans and tight blood red turtle-neck sweater, and heavy black steel-toed boats. His long wet orangish red, black and white hair tied back into a low tight ponytail that was then twisted into a low bun held in place with lock picks (never know when lock picks will come in handy). His golden yellow eyes looked much like the eyes of his animal familiars, the tiger. Tiger stares blankly out the window as he waits. He hears the sound of the the water cut off.

"Damn it, where's my towel?" the angry males voice rings out off the bathroom. A mischievous smile spreads across Tiger's lips as his eyes instantly train on the bathroom door.

"Well, Wolf, did you look in the laundry?" Tiger calmly asks, seeming almost bored by the conversation. His smile never lessening, as he continued to stare at the door. A head with shaggy gray hair poked out of the bathroom glaring at him. Tiger shrugs while trying to hide his smile. A growl rolls ominously as the head disappears.

"Why the hell is my towel in the damn laundry?" the angry voice inquires. He emerges fully from the bathroom with a fresh towel around his hips. Wolf moves angrily towards the closet across from the bathroom slamming the door behind him. Tigers eyes track the movement as Wolf walks by, seeming enthralled by it.

"See a new towel isn't so bad." Tiger says calmly. Now staring at the closet, the sounds of rustling and angry muttering come from behind the closed door making his lips curl again. As the door opened again, Tiger quickly looks away and over to their small little sitting area next to him. The sitting area contains two deep red leather seats turned towards each other and a coffee table between them and a large window be hind it.

Wolf walks out dressed in lose black cargo pants and a white muscle shirt and, and tan work boats, a black leather jacket in one hand and the towel in the other. Wolf walks back to the bathroom for a moment to deposit the towel in his usual spot. Then he walks over to the twin silver, fireproof weapons cabinets that sit to the side and behind the sitting area, he drapes his jacket over a red leather armchair that sits in front of his cabinet.

"You coming out on the raid tonight?" Wolf says as he busied himself with pulling gear out of his cabinet. He first pulls out his Black leather belt holster. He then pulls his twin 44 caliber black dessert eagles out, the pride and joy of his collection, checking and rechecking them. Tiger pauses till Wolf has finished checking the guns knowing he liked to be through in his checks.

".... Do you want me to?" Tiger asks playfully with a raised eyebrow. Wolf turns slightly to the side to stare at Tiger, his hands hovering above the holsters for his guns. He hesitates for a heartbeat.

"Of course I want you with me. You are my only equal in a fight. There's no one I trust more then you." Wolf says in confusion as he pushes his guns  firmly into the holsters. Tiger watches intently as wolf pulls a different pair of Sig Sauer 9 mms. and the chest holsters for them, quickly checking and holstering them before pulling out his sword along with his whip. Damn it why am I teasing the poor guy like this? Tiger thinks to himself as he watches Wolf prepare for the nights mission a little more. Oh well I can't help myself when he reacts like this. Wolf pulls out several full magazines for both gun sets and letting his irritation show a little stashes them angrily in his jacket and in his pant pockets. Replacing his jacket on the back of the seat he takes a deep breath and he looks over at Tiger. He was armed as befitted a guard of the Laminati.

Sighing with mock irritation Tiger gets up as wolf stares at him, and walks over to his weapon cabinet. He's so easy. Tiger thinks as he pulls out his throwing daggers putting them in his custom made chest holster, grabs his 45mm pistols checking them as he holsters them. Last he easily hauls out a huge claymore out as he straps it to his back and a pair of matching whips that he ties to his holsters.