[OOC]This is my first ever fic, so forgive me if it's terrible. Critiques and comments are appreciated. ^^ Takes place in a fictional Japan-like world.[/OOC]
Kihei, Sogekihei Kyoukan, that is, sat in that same position, on top of a building in the middle of Furi-Damu city, waiting for what seemed like hours, but what could only be ten minutes or so. He sat, bored out of his skull, waiting for 'The Target' to come out of hiding just long enough to get a bullet from Aidan's rifle. It was a nice thing, his rifle; even if the boy didn't know the specs, he knew that. It had a scope that could zoom in over extraordinarily long distances, and bullets that could pierce the toughest of armor. It had been given to him by his department three years ago when he'd joined.
Agh, will he ever come out? I need to get back to the fort, Kihei thought, impatiently, adjusting his goggles, as he saw the door open. He trained his scope to view it more clearly, and saw to his great delight that The Target had come out the door, and was speaking to someone. The Target was a graying man in his sixties, nearly bald and not in the best shape; in fact, he was obese in the strictest use of the word. They (that is, the S.A.F.O.S.: A. E. division; Special Armed Forces: Optimum Security, Assassinations and Espionage devision, to be exact), never referred to their targets by their names, or anything personal. Their relationship, as brief as it would hopefully be, was to be as completely impersonal and professional as possible. The only people that the S.A.F.O.S.: A. E. targeted were hopelessly corrupt people, such as the leaders of the local mafia, the Scorpions, and its high-ups, as well as the more evil politicians. Kihei's current target was one of the Scorpion's higher-ups, close to the leader. Kihei's orders were to at no cost stop until he was in the dimension of S.A.F.O.S.'s most dangerous criminals.
This 'dimension' was a technology developed by S.A.F.O.S.'s technological division, which developed most of the weapons used by its members. The weapon given to Kihei had bullets that would open a portal to that prison dimension, commonly referred to by the operatives as 'The Space,' for it was in fact somewhere out in space, where they would never be found, unless someone could infiltrate S.A.F.O.S.'s main base, take out the guards, and spend hours reconfiguring the dimension portal so that they could enter through it, or get someone out. In all seriousness, that feat was entirely impossible.
Kihei focused his cross-hair on the Target more closely, and his finger squeezed the trigger of his precious rifle. Squeezing tighter and tighter, until a muffled thump informed Kihei that it had fired. As always, Kihei failed to notice that muffled noise, as he was mesmerized by the portal to The Space that was opening up spontaneously around the Target. The Target was pulled in, before the man he was talking to, a slim, handsome man in his early thirties, maybe, noticed what was going on. The man looked utterly innocent, and scared, and looked far too young for his stylish black suit, and the gangster-esque hat he was wearing.
Maybe he's not a gangster. Anyway, I've gotten my target, time to head back to the Fort, thought Kihei as he slung his rifle over his shoulder, and plucked his walkie-talkie off of his belt.
"Brigadier General K., do you read? Captain Sogekihei Kyoukan, here. The Target, number 6 of the Scorpions, has been neutralized; he's in The Space. Over."
A slight buzz obscured the brigadier general's speech a bit, but Kihei could still make out the words of the gruff man; "I read you, Captain Kyoukan, and good work. Report back to base immediately for debriefing."
"Yes, sir!" Kihei replied, as he picked up the cooler he'd brought along. There were some corn chips, a Subway sandwich, three bottles of water and a can of Pepsi. He descended the stairs, and walked along the a back road behind the tall cathedral he was on top of while performing his mission, conveniently running into the Jeep that was waiting for him once he'd called in, confirming the completion of his mission. The driver was the strong, silent type. The two barely spoke a word as they drove back in the brand new Jeep to the local base of S.A.F.O.S..
Ten minutes later, Kihei was seated in front of his commanding officer, whose real name was a mystery. He preferred to be called 'Brigadier General K.,' so everyone called him that. The debriefing was in progress, and nearly done, when the Commander said something totally and completely unexpected:
"I'm proud of you, Captain Kyoukan." The simple sentence shocked Kihei to the core; he'd never heard the Brigadier General K. say such a nice thing to any of the soldiers. "We've decided that your work is so excellent, that you deserve a promotion. Not to major, but to lieutenant colonel. That's a great honor, and I expect you to live up to it. In S.A.F.O.S., we use the United States' army ranking system, and in our special little team of experts, lieutenant colonels can lead groups of soldiers, and appoint a captain to serve as his second-in-command." He waited for Kihei to respond after that sentence.
Kihei let it all sink in for a few moments before saying, "Thank you, brigadier general, sir! I'll live up to your expectations, sir!" He saluted.
"Very good, lieutenant colonel Kyoukan. Dismissed!" He saluted the newly appointed lieutenant colonel, and the boy did the same.
A few minutes later, Kihei was standing in front of the mirror, marveling at how clean he was, even after sitting on the roof of a cathedral in sweltering, 90 degree weather for what had turned out to be two hours. He had barely broken a sweat; gotta love water. In S.A.F.O.S., there were no uniforms, only certain little insignia issued to let other members know that you were a member as well. In Kihei's branch, the insignia were a white star, with a male cardinal perched on top, its brilliant red wings spread wide. He wore it on the strap of his goggles, which were settled into his longish, spiky black hair. They had green lenses, with a black strap that made the insignia stand out. Kihei himself was eighteen years old, slim, muscular, and had somewhat wide shoulders. His rifle, leather gloves, and knee-high boots were standing against the wall. Well, the rifle and boots were; the gloves were laying on the boots. He had a light-black muscle shirt on, with a black and white checkered polo shirt underneath, with the collar turned up, and gray, loose pants that hung around his ankles, no longer tucked into the boots.
He sighed, a good day's work done, and lay down on the bed, falling asleep immediately.
Special Armed Forces: Optimum Security
Prologue: The Target
Kihei, Sogekihei Kyoukan, that is, sat in that same position, on top of a building in the middle of Furi-Damu city, waiting for what seemed like hours, but what could only be ten minutes or so. He sat, bored out of his skull, waiting for 'The Target' to come out of hiding just long enough to get a bullet from Aidan's rifle. It was a nice thing, his rifle; even if the boy didn't know the specs, he knew that. It had a scope that could zoom in over extraordinarily long distances, and bullets that could pierce the toughest of armor. It had been given to him by his department three years ago when he'd joined.
Agh, will he ever come out? I need to get back to the fort, Kihei thought, impatiently, adjusting his goggles, as he saw the door open. He trained his scope to view it more clearly, and saw to his great delight that The Target had come out the door, and was speaking to someone. The Target was a graying man in his sixties, nearly bald and not in the best shape; in fact, he was obese in the strictest use of the word. They (that is, the S.A.F.O.S.: A. E. division; Special Armed Forces: Optimum Security, Assassinations and Espionage devision, to be exact), never referred to their targets by their names, or anything personal. Their relationship, as brief as it would hopefully be, was to be as completely impersonal and professional as possible. The only people that the S.A.F.O.S.: A. E. targeted were hopelessly corrupt people, such as the leaders of the local mafia, the Scorpions, and its high-ups, as well as the more evil politicians. Kihei's current target was one of the Scorpion's higher-ups, close to the leader. Kihei's orders were to at no cost stop until he was in the dimension of S.A.F.O.S.'s most dangerous criminals.
This 'dimension' was a technology developed by S.A.F.O.S.'s technological division, which developed most of the weapons used by its members. The weapon given to Kihei had bullets that would open a portal to that prison dimension, commonly referred to by the operatives as 'The Space,' for it was in fact somewhere out in space, where they would never be found, unless someone could infiltrate S.A.F.O.S.'s main base, take out the guards, and spend hours reconfiguring the dimension portal so that they could enter through it, or get someone out. In all seriousness, that feat was entirely impossible.
Kihei focused his cross-hair on the Target more closely, and his finger squeezed the trigger of his precious rifle. Squeezing tighter and tighter, until a muffled thump informed Kihei that it had fired. As always, Kihei failed to notice that muffled noise, as he was mesmerized by the portal to The Space that was opening up spontaneously around the Target. The Target was pulled in, before the man he was talking to, a slim, handsome man in his early thirties, maybe, noticed what was going on. The man looked utterly innocent, and scared, and looked far too young for his stylish black suit, and the gangster-esque hat he was wearing.
Maybe he's not a gangster. Anyway, I've gotten my target, time to head back to the Fort, thought Kihei as he slung his rifle over his shoulder, and plucked his walkie-talkie off of his belt.
"Brigadier General K., do you read? Captain Sogekihei Kyoukan, here. The Target, number 6 of the Scorpions, has been neutralized; he's in The Space. Over."
A slight buzz obscured the brigadier general's speech a bit, but Kihei could still make out the words of the gruff man; "I read you, Captain Kyoukan, and good work. Report back to base immediately for debriefing."
"Yes, sir!" Kihei replied, as he picked up the cooler he'd brought along. There were some corn chips, a Subway sandwich, three bottles of water and a can of Pepsi. He descended the stairs, and walked along the a back road behind the tall cathedral he was on top of while performing his mission, conveniently running into the Jeep that was waiting for him once he'd called in, confirming the completion of his mission. The driver was the strong, silent type. The two barely spoke a word as they drove back in the brand new Jeep to the local base of S.A.F.O.S..
Ten minutes later, Kihei was seated in front of his commanding officer, whose real name was a mystery. He preferred to be called 'Brigadier General K.,' so everyone called him that. The debriefing was in progress, and nearly done, when the Commander said something totally and completely unexpected:
"I'm proud of you, Captain Kyoukan." The simple sentence shocked Kihei to the core; he'd never heard the Brigadier General K. say such a nice thing to any of the soldiers. "We've decided that your work is so excellent, that you deserve a promotion. Not to major, but to lieutenant colonel. That's a great honor, and I expect you to live up to it. In S.A.F.O.S., we use the United States' army ranking system, and in our special little team of experts, lieutenant colonels can lead groups of soldiers, and appoint a captain to serve as his second-in-command." He waited for Kihei to respond after that sentence.
Kihei let it all sink in for a few moments before saying, "Thank you, brigadier general, sir! I'll live up to your expectations, sir!" He saluted.
"Very good, lieutenant colonel Kyoukan. Dismissed!" He saluted the newly appointed lieutenant colonel, and the boy did the same.
A few minutes later, Kihei was standing in front of the mirror, marveling at how clean he was, even after sitting on the roof of a cathedral in sweltering, 90 degree weather for what had turned out to be two hours. He had barely broken a sweat; gotta love water. In S.A.F.O.S., there were no uniforms, only certain little insignia issued to let other members know that you were a member as well. In Kihei's branch, the insignia were a white star, with a male cardinal perched on top, its brilliant red wings spread wide. He wore it on the strap of his goggles, which were settled into his longish, spiky black hair. They had green lenses, with a black strap that made the insignia stand out. Kihei himself was eighteen years old, slim, muscular, and had somewhat wide shoulders. His rifle, leather gloves, and knee-high boots were standing against the wall. Well, the rifle and boots were; the gloves were laying on the boots. He had a light-black muscle shirt on, with a black and white checkered polo shirt underneath, with the collar turned up, and gray, loose pants that hung around his ankles, no longer tucked into the boots.
He sighed, a good day's work done, and lay down on the bed, falling asleep immediately.