Inquisitor

- The Man In A Hoodie -

A man stood at the corner of a street. His hands were stuck in the pockets of his pure white hoodie. His head was faced down and thanks to his hood his face was out of vision.

After making him wait for thirty minutes, a black limousine pulled up to him and he climbed inside when the door opened from the inside. He sat down on the comfortable leather seats and faced the other three people inside the car. They all wore expensive looking business suits.

The newcomer's red eyes flashed silver for a few moments, but just as quickly changed back.

The suits appeared to be members of some private security force, an elite one at that. Concealed firearms, miniature ear pieces, and their bodies' condition gave that away.

The man who just joined them spoke, breaking the silence. "So, what's the job?"

The man in the middle of the three responded in an automatic fashion, almost like it was practiced. "The boss will tell you."

The man in the hoodie shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in the chair. "That's the only way I make deals, so it works out. Where are we heading?"

"None of your concern."

"Oh, so your boss is one of those types of guys huh?"

The leader of the trio tilted his head. "What type is that?"

The man in the hoodie chuckled slightly and waved his hands in a dismissive manner. "Don't worry about it, that's just merc lingo."

The man nodded his head ever so slightly in understanding. He reached out to the man wearing a hoodie's head and said, "Now then, I'm going to use my quirk on you."

"Sure thing." The man in the hoodie pulled off his hood, revealing an average looking face with black hair in a mess on his head. In one of his ears was an earbud, playing faint classical music.

The suit put his hand on the man in a hoodie's head and his vision was immediately cut off. "There we are."

"Now then, let's get going, shall we?" Said the hoodie wearing man as he pulled his hood back up.

---

"So, this is the guy?"

The voice came from a man, who was rather 'well fed', sitting in a chair behind a very ornate desk covered in several expensive decorations. The windows behind him all closed so that their location could not be found by the man standing before him.

The man was the same one who wore the hoodie. He had been taken out of the car and escorted to this room by the security detail. The blindness quirk was soon after deactivated.

"Yes sir, this is who you asked to meet with." The head security office from the car answered the question.

The man behind the desk silently looked at the man in the hoodie. Eventually unable to stand with the silence the hoodie wearing man spoke. "Yo, this is cool and all, the stare off we're having right now, but I'm here because you said you had a job for me. So, what do you want done?"

The boss looked the man in the eyes and said, "I want some people to... get out of my way."

"So you need me to kill them?"

"If that'll get them gone, I wouldn't complain."

"Cool, I'll need names of the people you want dead. I'll look into them and send you a price later."

"How about I give you the list, and every one you kill gets you 10 Million yen."

"Make it 50."

"You've got yourself a deal."

---

"Sir, are you sure that 50 is all right?"

The hoodied man had left the room after getting the list of names and having the blindness quirk reactivated on him. After waiting a few moments to make sure they weren't overheard, the head security agent turned to his boss and asked the question.

"Don't worry about that, Kageru. You're men can take care of one guy, can't they?"

"I would normally say yes... but we're dealing with him in this situation."

"Who cares? He's still just one guy!"

"He's good at what he does. So good, that the mass government hasn't even discovered him yet. He doesn't even have a name!"

"I know that, but still! Just take in a ton of guys, overwhelm him, and there ya go!"

"Sir, he isn't like the normal mercs we hire. Every person who's failed to pay him has been killed."

"Please. He couldn't lay a finger on me even if he tried. Besides, he doesn't even know who I am!"

"I understand that, I'm just trying to say that my instincts are telling me to not mess with him."

"Don't worry, things'll go as planned. He'll never see what hit 'em."

Down in the parking area of the building, the man in the hoodie smiled. 'Idiots.'

---

The man in the white hoodie opened the door into an abandoned warehouse. He stepped inside and closed the rusting door, the squeaking sound making him cringe ever so slightly. "C'mon, Rikai you've gotta get that door oiled sometime."

He turned around after closing the door and walked over to an area with sheets set up as dividers. He lifted one of them up and went inside to an area with pictures of a family, set up as a shrine for the deceased. He sat down in front of the pictures on a cushion.

He paid silent respects to the people in the pictures, then got up and went into another area. This one had tech pieces all over the place, and a workbench set up with several tools near it. He pulled out the device he was using to play music before and hooked it into a speaker and turned on the music.

Faint classical music started playing from the device and he turned it up. He turned around to face the workbench and smiled. "Time to get to work Rikai. You've got some weapons to build."

His red eyes turned silver with a faint, barely noticeable, glow as he stepped forward and began to take pieces of the tech apart and slowly re-assemble them. When he was done, he had created a weird looking device that almost looked like a rod, but it was missing a vast majority of its insides.

"Darn. Those things they were making really are intricate aren't they? Well, guess I'll need to figure out how to create the rest. Guess I'll take a tour of the building." He set the device down and turned around into another area.

"But first..."

The area had tactical gear inside with several different types of weapons lining the walls.

"I need to have him think I've been fooled. So I have some people to acquaint myself with."