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.
Standing on the launching platform—side by side—with you by my side was nerve racking as all eyes were focused on us two. There were two esper Iraqi sisters (about your age) that I've yet to learn the name us began using their super natural powers. One has the ability to manipulate and manifest water out of thin air and the second sister could do the same with the element of wind.
We were encased in a sphere of water. The strangest thing about it is that it appears we could breath underwater and it does not feel like were are soaking wet at the moment. Tricksie began the count down until the last number. The silo dome open as we could see the sunset sky of Baghdad. Combination of the sister's esper powers launched us into the atmosphere like a canon ball.
The sister called this combination skill Water Canon Blaster, which is the perfect form of the Water Pistol. Rumor has it that these two sisters powers combing could create the ice skills. The view of Baghdad bellow us vanished.
We are over the 100,000 altitude mark. We have no control over our bodies from the inside of the water sphere. Vision is about the same when you are underwater. The sphere volleyed pass the border of Iraq, falling straight towards Pakistan like an ICBM missile. I was very amazed behind the power of the two sister. They could destroy cities and even threatened small countries with the strength.
After five minutes into the launch, the water canon bubbles disperse. Our bodies became free. As I expected, we were no soaking wet. No doubt there this mystical water that was created from one of the two Iraqi esper sisters. We started skydiving and free fall at the altitude of 50,000. Are are and legs spread out, engaging the wingsuit capabilities.
“HQ. We are free falling to the objective point,” you said.
“Acknowledge! Stay on course! You are twenty-seven kilometers away from point of entry!” Qia said over the radio.
“Can't believe that I'm flying! It feels weird.”
“I know what you mean, Chicky . . . hey! What are you doing?”
My right eye flash like a strobe eye. If one were to see my eye, it would look terrifying like a Sharingan or Rennigan. A projected image of Heaven&Earth NS Forum came from my eye as I begun scrolling the threads.
“Free internet! I'm a walking hotspot,” I laughed. “See, I don't need to use my hands and voice to surf the internet!”
“What, I'm so post to be impress? You will have to do better than that if you want to catch up to minx ” You showed me your tongue.
Ignored you as I scrolled through the NS Debate thread and started cracking up on Analyzer's deluded posts. I even read your replies and started cracking up laughing.
“Haha you guys should stop responding to her. It's obvious that she's here to troll.”
“Seriously, we are going into a battle zone and we are having this discussion. Not to mention goofing off on mission and not staying focus on task,” you laughed.
“It's called multitasking,” I teased. “Which reminds me. Do you think Analyzer and Emily Tilling are the same person?”
“They are not.”
I sighed with disappointment. If Emily was indeed Analyzer, I would have a field day with her in person. You seen me smirking.
“What's with that lecherous smile? You seem to have Emily on you mind . . . not having unpleasant dirty thoughts are,” you teased.
“Miss Black Sky seems jealous,” I chuckled.
“Bah! You would marry and go out with the likes you,” you giggled.
“The gorgeous pretty, virtue waifu in front of me,” I laughed my guts out.
“Your head is full of chicken pox as the usual,” we both chorused in laughter.
“Head up you two. Two kilometers away from entry point.”
Laughter between us died down. In a blink of an eye, we were under a kilometer from the point of entry as we passed the final waypoint on radar on my navigational nano machines radar. Of course, no one but me could see it. We both glanced at one under. You were the first to pull your parachute open. A second later, I deployed my chute.
My eyes scanned the compound. The structure of the stronghold looks very familiar to the one that Osama Bin Ladin and his family were staying in back in 2011. A wall of stone surrounded the stronghold There were eight thermal heat signatures on the wall. I silently gave you the sentry count in silent. You nodded.
My eye were able to scan the weapons. On the walls had sentries manning four mounted Rheinmetall MG3 guns. The other four sentries either had Ak-47s or Heckler & Koch G3 battle rifles on them. This was the moment of truth, I said to myself. If our point of entry messes up, we will alert the entire stronghold to our presence. If such event was to ever occur, reinforcements from the Pakistani army would arrive. Only our fate could be imagine at that point.
You were the first to touchdown. It was very unsual that you did it the Hollywood way of having to release your chute and landed on the first sentry, snapping his neck in half. The second sentry was alerted to your presence. Be fore he could do anything, I put a bullet through the center of his eyes as he fell off the wall and into the night never to be seen ever again.
Stealthy, you beheaded the mounted sentries in six breaths. My heart nearly leaped out of my mouth, seeing this. It is like you are teliporting to your targets. We proceeded down the staircase together—heading towards the entry—as I worked my M4 Carbine shooting with every bullet, hitting its mark. From behind, you threw dagger into their throats.
Situation got very gruesome when you got into close quarters combat, wielding your twin scimitars. Heads and limbs could be seeing flying. You even dissected a man while he was still alive. In less than two minutes, we clear the wall and entry. The place was filled with corpses some intact with a complete body.
There were several cries that came behind me. I quickly spun around and nearly shoot civilians. My Eye hub scanned the individual and their status were “non-hostile”. There were two little boys being hugged by a woman in burqa, her face completely concealed in veil. She was petrified.
“Ma'am. We are not going to harm you and your children,” I said it apologetically.
You translated to the woman. She seemed to have settle down as you patted the two boys on their heads. I could not understand what the conversation, but it was fortunate that she left the compound with her children.
“She is currently a nanny, babysitting the boys of unknown origin.”
“Now we have less time on our hands because she will be questioned by authorities.”
“All the more better we get moving.”
My dialect sounds very funky pronouncing some Arab/Lebanese hahaha.
I choose to stay at home in the afternoon.
I can't stand winter.
where my bros at? 
