Less then twenty minutes until my first mission commences. I was in the armory already dressing in in a jet black, tactical suit and gear. I smeared my face with war paint. I slipped on a flak jacket. My choose of weaponry is a M4 Carbine assault riffle (primary firearm) with a suppressor. A black-steel 357 Magnum Double-Action revolver in my left holster. My right holster has a black Sig Sauer P226, also equipped with a suppressor.
As for blades, my primary would typically be the Moon Crescent Katana. Strapped to my chest is a combat knife. Overall, appearance, I look like a Special Force elite, excluding the Katana. I had to make a personal transaction with my Contributes to purchase the scabbard that its strapped around my left shoulder down to my right waist with the scabbard clinging to my back.
Leaving the armory, I my heart started to race. This was no video games. No simulation. This would be the real deal. If I die, its game over. There is no coming back from the dead. That's unless if we had an Esper that could revive the dead. I quickly got flushed the thoughts out of my mind and remained focus and determined to complete the mission.
At the same time, you exited the armory and walk alongside me. You were dressed in your usual all black Arabic assassins cloak with a hood. Your face is covered with an intimidating niqab. As typical, on your back are your double scimitar , slung in a crisscross pattern. Inside your cloak is a sets of throwing daggers. As for firearm, only a pair of black Lebanese P-64 CZAK pistols on your waists.
Very impressive appearance. I could never forget the first time I met you in the hangar. Perhaps you may be the most fearsome “human” woman I ever encounter. No matter how small your teenage to Emma Watson like body, almost any man you come across would be urinate their trouser. So impressive that you don't even look like a cosplay.
“You are very tense. Relax. Take a deep breath,” you said.
“How was your first mission? Were you nervousness?”
I glanced into your eyes as if it seem to fade to black. It seems you had no intentions of telling. However, with a long pause. The entire base went into red alert. I found out it was standard procedure when a mission was about to launch. On the intercom, we have been asked to head to the silo. It was not a long walk.
“My first mission. I was stationed at Saudi Arabia. One of my worse missions.”
“What was your objective?”
“That's classified.”
“Oh common! Spare me the suspense,” I teased.
“If I tell you, I'll have to kill you,” you stuck your tong out at me.
I have no idea if you were joking or, not. I decided to zip my lips shut. I had a hunch that something dreadful must have happened to you. Spy mission for female, it is not out of the realm of possibility allows one to go undercover as prostitutes or even marry their target.
Arriving at the silo, there was a large launching pad with enough to fit a battle tank on top of it. We were told to pack and store our weapons in our bags.
There were several female crew the received us. To my surprise, Emily was there and she beckoned me to follow her. There were two Wingsuit Gliders. One was called Heaven and the second called Earth. Several females help suited you up into the Heaven wingsuit while Emily was helping me with the Earth wingsuit.
Emily was not in a good mood, especially when she had to go down stairs, starting with the legs, lmao. Ironic thing about is that there were no male crews on site and out of all the female members. It had to be her the one with the most grievance. My heart raced as my nostrils intake her perfume. Her double, big peaks heaved up and down. This was totally distracting and enticing. I had to focus else or else my inner demon would get the better. Every male is born with it.
“Done. Now I hope you die out there,” she folded her arms as she proceeded to get out of my sight.
The women around me begin to mutter disdainfully. Most of them were angry with Emily's behavior towards me. Me, I don't mind at all. As being the number most wanted man and number one rated terrorist in the world with over a billion USD bounty on my head. I expect the hostility or the silent treatment that I will eventually get beyond the H&E community.
Of course, the flames of the old Naruto pairing wars won by the NaruHina and SasuSaku fanbases has yet to extinguished after three years since the dreadful, heartbreaking Chapters 699-700 was released the broke the NaruSaku fandom and the majority of Naruto general fans' hearts in half. It's not surprising that she does not put me in her eyes. Just makes me wonder how she could interact with the other NS members on base.
“Thank you for the compliment, ma'am! It's nice knowing you feel about me deep down inside,” I said sarcastically with a sneer. “No wonders you volunteer out of everyone,” I laughed.
Immediately, everyone in the silo became silent. Emily clenched her fist, gnawing her teeth.
“You . . . you are full of yourself! Who would dare to fall for the like! A despicable man that preys on the innocent lives!”
“Oh,” I said rubbing my hairy chin. “If I'm despicable, what about Sasuke Uchiha? You fangirls while as a fictional characters and the female fanbase are deluded as ever in your believes.”
“You bast—”
“Hahaha! Maybe he's a fictional character while, I, myself is real person. Just perhaps I am despicable for allowing my destiny to take a turn for the worse. A lot of innocent, including children have perished because of my Esper abilities. Do I take responsibility? Yes! I'm am not daft to know the grudge you have is not related to Naruto.
“I you have lost loves ones or someone that you know from this tragedy. I give my sincere apologies,” she wanted to respond, but I quickly cut her off, “You know as long as I have a multi billion dollar bounty on my head and rated number one most dangerous terrorist in the world. I'm destined to have a bad ending just like Osama Bin Ladin. If you will excuse me, I have work to do,” I sighed.
I never look back to see her reaction as I stepped onto the launching platform next to you. Everyone remained shock to what I said. Even you even you seemed to worry.
“Chicky, don't jinx it. Bin Ladin was gunned down in Pakistan.”
“Yeah I know,” I smiled, “Well, lets get this show started.