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New Mission
Leo
My past is one full of pain and hate. It is long and difficult for me to tell, but now I have a specific tale. Now, where to start...
I had meager living arrangements in my dorm/cell. In the ten foot by ten foot room I had a small cot, which I was laying on, against the right wall. On the left wall was a sink and toilet, side-by-side. Set in the back wall was a tiny closet where I kept my few belongings.
At the time I was reflecting on my last mission, in which I had extracted payment from a family by torturing their only daughter. Though it was gruesome, I enjoyed it for its simplicity and ease. I had only begun to sleep when my thoughts was interrupted by a loud banging on my door. I lifted my head without opening my eyes and yelled.
"What? You pricks better have a good reason for this!" Silph people didn't exactly put me in the best mood. A muffled voice yelled from the other side of the door, male, I noted.
"The Council has another mission for you freak. Bring your battle gear, you accident." Oh yeah, I felt the love.
"Give me ten minutes you fucking dick-suck." I yelled back. You may think it's not nice of me, but I was just following the golden rule. Treat others how you want to be treated. It was plain how he treated me, I only responded accordingly.
In my closet I had a total of three outfits. First, an army uniform for my common companionship with the military. Second, street clothes, a Christmas gift from my mother before... before she left. And finally, my battle suit. A solid black neoprene full-body suit. It looked like a wet-suit with padding on the chest and abdomen, also along the spine. Nano-tech made the suit bullet proof and invulnerable to every element, as well as form fitting and light as hell. I I missed anything from that hell hole, it would have to be that magical suit.
As I pulled on the suit, armored gloves, and black combat boots, I fantasized about what this mission could be. Probably an assisnation with some hidden catch, like a heavily guarded military estate. Especially after an easy mission. Oh well, I'll find out soon enough.
Suited up I walked into the hall. A big man was waiting directly outside, so when I walked out I bumped into him. Sending him sprawling against the opposite wall. I forget my strength sometimes, what can I say? He glared at me and I smirked. I needed some fun.
"Please excuse me miss, but it is rude and you really shouldn't haunt doorways. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go. The Council is waiting." I said with false apology and politeness. With a pat on the shoulder I walked towards The Council. The man muttered under his breath, but I heard it.
"Motherless freak." he said. I stopped cold, my humor lost. I heard him take a precautionary step back. Looking over my shoulder I gave the man a warning glance.
"Careful what you say Mam, you don't know what you just made enemies with." I said the last part quietly, forcing him to strain to hear me. I continued walking, faster this time. I committed the man's face to memory. He'll get his due. I subconsciously noted the people moving to the side of the hallway as I passed, sensing my rage. These people knew respect.
The hall ended in a circular chamber with many doors. Without pause I turned to my left. In front of me was a large set of double doors. The Council. Taking a deep breath I pushed through and stood just inside. Twelve people in high backed chairs sat facing me, the light sets to were their faces were in shadow, but I was plain to see under heavy spotlight. They spoke in monotone, careful to cover any emotion, just like through the comm devices.
Directly in front of me, also bathed in white light, was a table. On the table was a gun holster, a pair of M9's, eight clips of ammo, a breaching shotgun, and two communication devices. A mission that involved guns? This would be good. I looked up and asked the fatal question. I regret it more than any other choice I have made.
"Well, you bastards?" Golden rule. The leader spoke.
"Your insults are unnecessary, 02234. They don't faze us. When will you learn that we own you?" he said. This spiked my fury.
"My name is Leo. Now what is my mission?" I growled. They gave no response. "Well?"
"We are selling a group of our genetically enhanced pokemon. You and a strike force will go to the auction and defend our negotiator and product. After all the pokemon are bought, you will deliver them to the buyers." this was regular, but I had never attended an auction.
"To who and where?" I asked.
"Team Rocket, in Viridian City, but others will be there, Giovanni is our biggest buyer." I nodded. Again this was pretty standard. "You will leave in four hours, be at the hanger then. Prepare." I nodded.
I strapped the double holster over my shoulders and put the guns in their pockets. The extra magazines went in slots along a belt in the suit. The shot gun, which had a convenient strap, went across my back. I put one comm device in an ear, the spare was stored in a pocket.
Nodding to The Council, and giving a mocking bow, I left. I headed back to my room. It was time to prepare.
In one wall I had a secret pocket. For the last month I stored one weapon in it before departing. The Council hadn't noticed yet. Now I placed the shotgun inside, next to the three stun grenades, pair of USP .45's, ammo, and lots of remote mines. I was prepared for the worst, and it would all be necessary.Chapter End Notes:This was kinda short, but gives you a view of what Leo's life was like. The next two chapters are devoted to his past, so you can enjoy that. Thank you Dusk_At_Dawn
My past is one full of pain and hate. It is long and difficult for me to tell, but now I have a specific tale. Now, where to start...
I had meager living arrangements in my dorm/cell. In the ten foot by ten foot room I had a small cot, which I was laying on, against the right wall. On the left wall was a sink and toilet, side-by-side. Set in the back wall was a tiny closet where I kept my few belongings.
At the time I was reflecting on my last mission, in which I had extracted payment from a family by torturing their only daughter. Though it was gruesome, I enjoyed it for its simplicity and ease. I had only begun to sleep when my thoughts was interrupted by a loud banging on my door. I lifted my head without opening my eyes and yelled.
"What? You pricks better have a good reason for this!" Silph people didn't exactly put me in the best mood. A muffled voice yelled from the other side of the door, male, I noted.
"The Council has another mission for you freak. Bring your battle gear, you accident." Oh yeah, I felt the love.
"Give me ten minutes you fucking dick-suck." I yelled back. You may think it's not nice of me, but I was just following the golden rule. Treat others how you want to be treated. It was plain how he treated me, I only responded accordingly.
In my closet I had a total of three outfits. First, an army uniform for my common companionship with the military. Second, street clothes, a Christmas gift from my mother before... before she left. And finally, my battle suit. A solid black neoprene full-body suit. It looked like a wet-suit with padding on the chest and abdomen, also along the spine. Nano-tech made the suit bullet proof and invulnerable to every element, as well as form fitting and light as hell. I I missed anything from that hell hole, it would have to be that magical suit.
As I pulled on the suit, armored gloves, and black combat boots, I fantasized about what this mission could be. Probably an assisnation with some hidden catch, like a heavily guarded military estate. Especially after an easy mission. Oh well, I'll find out soon enough.
Suited up I walked into the hall. A big man was waiting directly outside, so when I walked out I bumped into him. Sending him sprawling against the opposite wall. I forget my strength sometimes, what can I say? He glared at me and I smirked. I needed some fun.
"Please excuse me miss, but it is rude and you really shouldn't haunt doorways. Now if you'll excuse me, I must go. The Council is waiting." I said with false apology and politeness. With a pat on the shoulder I walked towards The Council. The man muttered under his breath, but I heard it.
"Motherless freak." he said. I stopped cold, my humor lost. I heard him take a precautionary step back. Looking over my shoulder I gave the man a warning glance.
"Careful what you say Mam, you don't know what you just made enemies with." I said the last part quietly, forcing him to strain to hear me. I continued walking, faster this time. I committed the man's face to memory. He'll get his due. I subconsciously noted the people moving to the side of the hallway as I passed, sensing my rage. These people knew respect.
The hall ended in a circular chamber with many doors. Without pause I turned to my left. In front of me was a large set of double doors. The Council. Taking a deep breath I pushed through and stood just inside. Twelve people in high backed chairs sat facing me, the light sets to were their faces were in shadow, but I was plain to see under heavy spotlight. They spoke in monotone, careful to cover any emotion, just like through the comm devices.
Directly in front of me, also bathed in white light, was a table. On the table was a gun holster, a pair of M9's, eight clips of ammo, a breaching shotgun, and two communication devices. A mission that involved guns? This would be good. I looked up and asked the fatal question. I regret it more than any other choice I have made.
"Well, you bastards?" Golden rule. The leader spoke.
"Your insults are unnecessary, 02234. They don't faze us. When will you learn that we own you?" he said. This spiked my fury.
"My name is Leo. Now what is my mission?" I growled. They gave no response. "Well?"
"We are selling a group of our genetically enhanced pokemon. You and a strike force will go to the auction and defend our negotiator and product. After all the pokemon are bought, you will deliver them to the buyers." this was regular, but I had never attended an auction.
"To who and where?" I asked.
"Team Rocket, in Viridian City, but others will be there, Giovanni is our biggest buyer." I nodded. Again this was pretty standard. "You will leave in four hours, be at the hanger then. Prepare." I nodded.
I strapped the double holster over my shoulders and put the guns in their pockets. The extra magazines went in slots along a belt in the suit. The shot gun, which had a convenient strap, went across my back. I put one comm device in an ear, the spare was stored in a pocket.
Nodding to The Council, and giving a mocking bow, I left. I headed back to my room. It was time to prepare.
In one wall I had a secret pocket. For the last month I stored one weapon in it before departing. The Council hadn't noticed yet. Now I placed the shotgun inside, next to the three stun grenades, pair of USP .45's, ammo, and lots of remote mines. I was prepared for the worst, and it would all be necessary.Chapter End Notes:This was kinda short, but gives you a view of what Leo's life was like. The next two chapters are devoted to his past, so you can enjoy that. Thank you Dusk_At_Dawn