Missio and company entered the black jet. The officials stood behind them, watching at the doors to the compartment slowly closed. The team sat down on the seats, gripping the handles. The jet released from maintenance and slowly drifted forward. As the crew descended the scissor lifts, the engine turned on. The jet left the hangar, its panels perfectly reflecting its surroundings. The compartment started to rumble as the jet made its way to the runway.
The jet accelerated, lifting off into the sky. Its legs retracted into its base as it zipped through the fluffy clouds. The compartment finally stabilized. Missio and company let go of the handles and sat in silence. Missio gripped his phone, turning it on and looking at the last message.
[That Drug lord…he's special.]
'What does he mean by special?'
Missio pondered the message of the foreign affairs ministers. He had been the only one to research deeply into the drug lord – probably because of the mission's fragility. He sighed, tucking the phone into his inner pocket. He lifted his head, scanning the place he was in. Darkness so vivid, it almost made him blind. Then, a single voice cut through the soundless void.
"Hey, does anyone have a hotspot?"
"Shut your mouth, Krishna. We're thirty thousand feet in the air."
Missio smirked, knowing Krishna and Henry were bantering again. He leaned back and felt the cold metal on his back. He drew a sharp breath and drowned in the music.
***
Near the border of Ashland, a man inside a radar tower was calmly sipping some soda from a can. His eyes glazed through the radar, seeing numerous green dots. He leaned back seeing no abnormalities. Then, a beep resounded in the room. The man jumped and swiveled his chair to the other screen. In the blue radar, he saw a massive blue dot moving. His pupils dilated as he thought in a fearful manner.
"C-C-C-Chaos?!'
He immediately pushed his chair back to the radar and held down a button. He put on his earphones as cold sweat rolled down his face. The call picked as the man shouted in a fearful manner.
"SOUTH CENTRAL TOWER!!! A massive chaos signal detected near the southern border! Activate all tracking systems."
***
On the top floor of a massive skyscraper that went beyond the clouds, a man was sitting idly in his office. He had textured silver slick back hair with blue streaks. He wore a long crimson coat with dark accents, a black high-neck and crimson red pants with black boots. He looked to be in his late twenties with an unnaturally pale stoic face. His eyes were blue like crystals that looked as sharp as an eagle. There was a nameplate on his desk which read;
[Christopher von Ashking]
Just then, he received a call. Without changing his expression, he picked up the call, a voice immediately came through.
"Supreme Commander! A jet has been found to be invading Ashlandian airspace."
"Have you identified whose plane it is?" Chris asked in a cold voice.
"From the looks of it, sir. It seems to be an optimized roman jet."
Chris narrowed his eyes, his face turning cold. "Rome?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"…I'll handle this. For now, track that plane."
"Understood, sir!"
Chris cut the call, tucking the phone into his pocket. He licked his lips and then, muttered in a cold voice, smoke coming from his breath.
"Dante…this better not have anything to do with you."
***
As the jet flew through the dark clouds of Ashland, thunder struck between the cracks in the storm. Wind pushed past the plane, rumbling the compartment Missio was in. He held onto the handles for dear life as the jet sped through the darkness. After a while, it lowered, hovering above a forest. The compartment door slowly opened. Missio and company's silhouette could be seen. The gently flew above a forest.
In the distance, he could see skyscrapers covered in colorful lights. He shrugged it off and focused. A few minutes passed before he saw an abandoned building. It hid between the leaves, almost invisible to the naked eye. The jet slowed down above the location. Missio, Krishna, Henry, Eira and Mary each grabbed a parachute. They bent their knees and leapt from the plane. As they dropped, the doors behind them closed and the jet flew away, disappearing into the dark sky.
'It's not even night yet…it's so dark.'
Missio thought as he dived, his hair was drafted upwards due to the wind. His music box was sticking to his body like glue. A few moments later, he pulled the wire. A parachute shot out from his back, breaking his fall. The others also released their parachutes…except for Krishna. Missio felt his heartbeat come to his throat as he saw Krishna grinning ear.
Eventually though, Krishna pulled the parachute, saving Missio from dying of a heart attack. He heaved a sigh of relief.
'That idiot…he's needs to stop making these kinds of jokes or I'll die one day…'
They landed on the ground, leaves rustling between the treetops as their parachutes touched the ground. Henry signaled for the team to remain silent. They all pulled out guns except for Missio who stuck to his katana. They crouched and inched closer to the base. They touched the outside of the drug lord's base. The metal was pretty worn down and ancient, barely surviving the rain. Henry put his ear up against the cold metal and heard muffled voices from inside.
He signaled it to his mates. Krishna led the charge, and they made it to the front entrance. The lock was quite rusty and loose. Eira moved forward, slowly unlocking it. The door swung open and the team entered. They moved through the dark hallway and made a stop near a window. As they rested, it began to rain. The sound of the rain splashing against the cold metal created a melody that sent a chill down the spines of the enforcers.
Mary moved forward, leaving the rest at the window. After a while, she came back and whispered in a low voice.
"By the looks of it, there are five rooms. Two rooms are empty. One is a storage room."
The others nodded and gripped their guns. They trailed behind Mary. She led them to a room where music was blasting through the walls. Krishna tapped Missio shoulder and pointed at himself and Henry. Missio thought for a moment, then nodded and left with the girls. Krishna smirked and put on his mask. Henry did the same and kicked open the door. The people inside instantly stopped dancing, the disco ball stopped spinning, and the dance floor froze for a moment.
Krishna and Henry simultaneously loaded their guns. Henry let out a chuckle as a wide grin spread across Krishna's masked face.
"Sorry, kiddos but the party's over."
The air froze. Water dripped from the rusty ceiling. Then... all hell broke loose. The crowd surged at them in a panicked rush. The smart ones ran away and hid in the corners. The duo grinned and charged into the crowd, blasting their guns at them. Tranquilizer darts shot out from the barrels. Each person fell, greeting the floor once they were shot. Henry ducked a bow and slid onto the ground, shooting down four individuals. Krishna climbed onto a crate and flipped off. He shot down several.
"…Show off." Henry scoffed.
"Still cooler than you~" Krishna mocked.
Then, the duo ran onto the dance floor. Krishna spun around, blasting two guys who were running away.
"DJ boy! Play my song!" Henry screamed.