Branching Out (Closed)

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This is a Closed Social between Zackary, Pavel, Shizuka and possibly Kento. The two (or three) Xcution members are here to offer Zack a spot in Xcution and to teach him what it means to be a Fullbringer.

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Friday, November 11th, 10:41 PM
Chicago, Illinois.


Odd for a November night to be so rainy. Usually Novembers were simply cool, but a entire week of torrential rains. Chicago was normally known as the Windy City, but this week it had become the Rainy City. A silly pun, yes, but it was completely accurate considering the current state of the weather. A few of the lower portions of the city had become semi flooded due to the rains, as well as many of the sewer lanes. It had never rained this bad, and there was no end in site. Luckily though, were the black Toyota Camri was heading, the flooding would not be a major problem. At least for now.

The black car drove silently down the streets, the only sounds it made was the occasional sound of its engine and the water being knocked off its wheels and it moving through that water. Not many other people were out tonight, well at least from what the man behind the wheel was seeing. The pitter patter of rain, the fact the radio was not on at all, all the man in the car heard was silence. He would stop when the traffic lights turn red, and begin driving when the lights would turn green.

The GPS on the front window suddenly broke the silence with its robotic voice. "TURN RIGHT AT THE NEXT LIGHT IF POSSIBLE."[/i] it shouted in its bland, horrible, robotic voice. That voice brought the man out of his mindless trance as he became slightly more aware. The thoughts that filled his mind had been haunting him, forcing him to break away from the bindings of his mind and regain attention to the road. Zackary veered his car into the right turn lane, stopping at the light and turning right on the red. The man bounced his fingers off the wheel, a little physical activity to keep him awake. Beside him on the passenger seat lay a single piece of paper. A note. A printed off email received from someone Zack trusted carefully.

Diana, Zacks former contractor, had contracted Zack through a encrypted, passworded, and protected email. The email had been startling, something Zack did not expect from this woman. Diana worked for the Organization, the assassination organization that Zack was employed to, she was the one that contacted Zack about jobs, the one he talked to when he completed a job. The email that Zack had received revealed a few startling things about the Organization, about things that made him question who he was working for, and that Diana was leaving. This was a big issue. One did not simply "quit" the Organization suddenly. It was a lengthy process to leave the Organization, one that required promises, contracts, and other forms of binding that kept the person from ever being allowed to think of the assassination organization again.

Diana suddenly quitting, however, was a huge problem. It meant that she had just painted a massive target on her back. Simply leaving, without going through the proper steps, was a security issue that had to be dealt with instantly. However, that wasn't why Zackary was going to all this trouble. In the email, Diana had begged that Zack come to see her. She had information he needed, something that only he could have, something that could only be said in person. The email was supposedly protected, but Diana did not trust it. In fact, Zack was so paranoid he not only deleted the email but wiped his hard drive to erase all the evidence...just to be careful.

Diana had asked Zack to come to Chicago, to a specific location. A strip club, of all places a strip club. That had surprised Zack completely, but after thinking about it it sort of made sense, at least in hindsight. The location was fairly hidden, would have plenty of people and would be rather well guarded. Yet, it was a double edged sword. Zack couldn't shake the feeling that something would go wrong. Being in this line of work, you learn to trust your instincts. If they gave off even the smallest warning, you listened to it. Normally, Zack would not be doing this. He would not bother. But, despite his instincts, being given information that was his ears only was something he needed. If it was what Zack was thinking, it was worth the risk.

The GPS started its obnoxious screaming again. Alerting Zack to the fact that he simply needed to turn left then drive 2.3 miles then take a right and he would reach his destination. Zack sighed and his eyes drifted to the ring worn on his left hand. Pleasant memories came to mind when he looked upon that ring, and as always a painful memory came at the end causing Zack to look away from the ring. Hidden inside his right sleeve was a small charm shaped like a sword, a gift from his now passed fiancé. Two mementos he wore, both given to him from her. Things he could never part with. Items he held dear to him. Despite the pain it brought to wear them, he could never part with them.

Zack looked through the cars tinted windows at the passing buildings. Wondering what life had been like if things hadn't happened the way they did. Would he have lived in one of these apartments? Got a degree, got a house in some suburban neighborhood, a white picket fence with a wife, two kids and a dog? The American dream or so it was called. No. That was a life Zack could never have. This man walked down the path of darkness for monetary gain, simply because the pay was good. A selfish desire, for money. Zack did what he did simply for money. A simple paying job with no excitement was not something Zack could do. He was a ender of lives, a killer, and thats all he could ever be.

Pulling the car into the parking lot Zack put it into Brake mode. Turning the engine off Zack stared up at the neon pink sign that read "THE VIXEN CLUB! GOLD MEMBERS GET 50% OFF ANY PURCHASE" He raised an eyebrow at that. That...was a pretty good deal. Half off on your lap dances? Not bad. Zack reached into his suit and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. These however were not normal shades. They did not actually block light like normal shades, rather they just hid the eyes. Meaning, Zack could wear them at night without worrying about not being able to see. A useful little thing, it was.

Zack looked into the backseat at a trunk he kept back there. Inside where his dual M1911s, tucked safety and neatly in there with enough ammunition to clear out a building the size of the old twin towers. But, the problem was getting it in. Zack had a feeling they did pat downs, or would at least check for things. Zack made a tch sound before opening his door and stepping into the rain. Sure enough the top portion of Zacks body was covered in rain
causing his hair to fall dow around his face. Locking the car with the automatic car key, Zack headed towards the front door. Stepping under the archway and onto a red carpet, Zack welcomed the fact he was out of the rain. It was coming down so hard it felt like tiny pebbles had been hitting him.

So, stepping through the front doors Zack was greeted with a ticket booth. Of course. Beside the booth was a rather large man, large in the sense he looked like he could pick Zack up and break him over his knee. "Uhm...just one ticket or whatever you guys sell, please." Zack managed to say, not being quite sure what the form of identification was at this club. He could hear the sound of music, laughter, and other sounds. The woman behind the desk, a particularly bored looking woman gave Zack a raised eye and a dirty look as she looked at his shades. "A bit dark to be wearing those...aint it?" She asked as she chewed on her gum. "Yeah, but I have bad eyes. Really sensitive to the light." Zack told her as he pulled out his wallet and went ahead and presented her his drivers license. It was fake, but there was no way to tell that.

"Alright Mr. Calloway, it'll be $19.99 plus tax, so $21.67." The woman said with a annoyed sigh. Zack paid with cash and watched carefully as she counted the change. "You're five cents short." Zack suddenly said as she was about to hand it back. "'scuse me?" The woman said, suddenly getting a insulted face. "You're a nickle short. I paid you $25, so my change should be $3.33. You're about to give me $3.28. If you don't believe me, count it again." Zack said with a voice that showed he did not care if she was offended. Zack said it with a stoic, unmoving voice that meant he was not wrong. The confidence in his voice, the lack of arrogance, the calm indifference in his voice. He didn't care if the woman was giving him the dirtiest look he had ever gotten...that was a lie. Her face was laughable. However, Zack wanted his correct amount of money.

After counting it out, seeing she was wrong, and and handing him the correct amount she ordered the man in the corner to pat him down. Zack did not put up a fight as the man forcefully frisked him, in ways that Zack knew there was no way he would ever be able to find anything. The man was to fast, to forceful. He would never find anything even if Zack walked in with explosives strapped to him. With a mental sigh Zack walked past the bouncer and the irritable woman and into the club. Purple halls, pink rogue, hearts on the halls, and pictures of former employees. Zack did not glance at any of the mostly nude women who adorned the walls, rather he was focused on what his goal was.

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Down the hall was a set of bright red double doors with the words "FUN TIME" written on them. Zack stepped right up to them and pushed them open, and bam he was greeted by an assault on the senses. Not only did his shades just barely keep the light from blinding him, but the sounds of the screams the laughs the oohs and aahs. There was a spasm of color from lights, a small sea of people surrounding a walkway stage and cheering and clapping for the fake breasted black haired woman dancing on stage. Behind her on two poles danced two other women, albeit with smaller breasts. Zack, however, did not pay them much attention. He had his attention at the bar, which had been swarmed by drunk civilians or people wanting drinks. The poor bartender must have been pulling her hair out trying to fill all these orders.

The hitman walked down towards the bar looking for someone. However, Zack noticed her sitting at a round table somewhat separate from the bar. With her blond hair tied up in a bun, wearing a business suit similar to Zacks but with a red tie. Zack nonchalantly went and sat on the other side of the table, resting his arm on the table and saying nothing. "It's nice to see you 75...I mean Mr. Jensen." "Please, just call me Zackary, Diana." Zack said in response, not looking at Diana yet. The woman smiled a bit and bowed her head, chuckling gently. "Alright Zackary. Thank you for coming." Diana said as she looked about the club.

"I wasn't followed, if that's what you're worried about. I made sure of it. I am not here to ask why you left, you have your reasons." Zack said, removing the shades and placing them inside his coat. The man turned his head and looked at the woman. "So. Your message. You have something for me?" Zack asked. Diana nodded, reaching below her and lifting up a brief case. "Here it is. But first, let me talk. I discovered something about the Organization that you need to know." Diana said, pulling the brief case away from Zacks hand. This made the man raise an eyebrow, staring right at Diana.

"I read your message. I already know what you found. I don't need to hear it again. Just give me the information." Zack said, voice suddenly raising with concern. His instincts were kicking. His instincts were going off. Something was wrong. "Zackary, please listen to me. I discovered something...about the business. They, might be the ones who hired you...from the inside. I am not 100% sure, read the information for yourself." Diana was saying, with urgency. Zack looked right at her, then pulled the brief case away from her. He quickly popped the casings open and looked inside. No files. No paper work. Just one thing. A red card. Zacks eyes widened.

He looked right up at Diana, right into her eyes. Movement in her eyes, she looked past him, and Zack saw something in the reflection of her eyes. Zack quickly turned, letting instincts take over, and grabbed a hold of the arm swinging at him. He looked right at the blade in his assailants hand before punching into the mans elbow and slamming the knife into the mans gut. The man, whoever he was, let out a gasp and fell to his knees before falling over dead. Zack, enraged, turned and looked right at Diana. "Why?" was all that Zack asked as he drew the knife from the mans stomach.

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"You've been sloppy, #75. Too many witnesses, too many mistakes. You've used up your 3rd chance. So, you are being terminated." Diana said as she got to her feet and reached behind her. Zack chucked the knife. He threw the knife straight at Diana, the knife landing right into her throat. Diana gacked, reaching for the knife as she began to fall backwards. Zack quickly walked around the table as the first sounds of screaming filled the club.

Zack kicked Dianas corpse over and checked to see what she was grabbing. A gun. A M1911. Zack grabbed ahold of it as he heard screams, but not from the clubs main room. From the entrance. Zack quickly frisked Dianas body, and felt another cartridge and took ahold of it. Zack quickly checked the amount of ammo in the the gun, it was full. He had a feeling he knew it was happening. A clean up crew. If an agent had not been killed by their controller, then a Clean Up crew was authorized to be sent in and deal with the agent. Clean Up crews usually had 30 members, each carrying different ordinance. There was nothing about stealth with clean ups, it was going to be a slaughter. How did Zack know these things? He had been part of a Clean Up crew once. For Agent 17, he hadn't been the one to deal the deathblow but it was thanks to Zack that 17 had died.

17 was a good man, someone Zack knew quite well. 17 was good at his job, but his weakness had been children. His last mission required him to kill a child, something 17 couldn't do. That had been his last straw, his final chance. 17 received a red card, same as Zack, and his controller had failed to kill him. So, the Clean Up crew was sent into a parking deck to deal with him. Zack had managed to score a shot to the leg, and no matter how much he told himself it wasn't true...Zack always thought that 17 was looking right at Zack before he died.

Now, however, Zack had received a red card. It was his turn. Chances of survival? 8%. With the gun? 8%. With full ammo? 8%. Without the gun? 0%. Zack didn't need to kill them all, he needed to escape. Zack quickly scanned the area, looking at the entrance, the stage which had a door near it, and to the left was another hallway that a sign that read "PRIVATE DANCES". Zack looked at the bar island and jumped right over it and crouched down and went silent.

He heard the doors blow open. Not get kicked open. He heard them explode. "Where is he!? Don't know. Keep a lookout! He is here somewhere. Did he get out? No way, he's good but not that fast." came voices. Four voices. Zack gulped slightly tightening his grip on the firearm. He heard them walking, becoming very quiet as they searched the area. They were decent, not making a noise. Zack waited, he waited. He was letting his instincts take control. Zack let his eyes drift up, to see a gun barrel sweep over the bar before settling over him and beginning to tip over.

Zack lunged, grabbing ahold of the gun and pushing up. Sure enough, the man behind the trigger began shooting. The shoots wrecked through the bar, breaking the wood and smashing glasses. Zack popped up, gun aimed, shooting the man right in the forehead before pulling the gun away. It was an SMG, Zack didn't care what kind. Automatic firearms definitely jumped his survival chances right up. The man ducked back down and moved. Sure enough, gunfire started ripping through the bar. Zack got on the other side of the island, waiting for a pause in the fire. "Did we get him!?" One of the guys shouted as the firing stopped.

Nope Zack stood up, both hands on his new gun. He stood up, aimed, and pulled the trigger. His strength and focused eye not only kept the gun steady as the recoil punched into him, but allowed him to maintain near perfect accuracy as a cloud of red erupted out from the the remaining three agents. All three hit the floor as Zacks gun made a clicking sound. Dead. Zack tossed the smg and pulled out his handgun again. Sure enough, another man came right through the door. Zack lifted the handgun and pulled the trigger. BANG. A hole erupted through the mans head, covering the wall and hitting the ground. Zack narrowed his eyes. Six.[/i] Zack thought, counting the amount of bullets remaining.

A second man came right in through the door, ducking down. Zack lowered the gun and fired, hitting the man directly in the left breast. The man fell slump against the wall, trying to raise his gun before life bleed right out of him. Zack narrowed his eyes as he mentally made note of five shots left. Zack quickly moved, heading towards the left to get behind the bar. Zack pressed his back up against the back wall of the bar island, peeking around the corner. Sure enough, another man came in, checking. But he was quickly followed by a second. One had a shotgun, the other had another smg. Looking at it, the shotgun looked similar to a SPAS-12. While the SMG looked like a UMP.

"Shit, he got 189 and 62. We need to get this bastard!" One of the guys hissed, looking around. Zack leaned around the corner and aimed and took another shit. However, it recoiled off the hand rail. Zack silently cursed as the two men took notice of Zack and began to fire as the man moved. The wall seemed to blow open, blow apart as bullets from both guns punched through it. Zack clenched his teeth as he ran ducked behind the bar. He covered his head as the guns continued to fire over him, shattering glasses and the wood. Zack needed to move. He needed to move out the area. This bar was not a very good place to take cover anymore.

While the guns exploded the area above Zack he began to move. He quickly moved back the way he came, back towards the islands wall. Zack pointed his gun past the wall and fired. He fired twice. One of the men yelled as he was hit, somewhere. Sure enough, gunfire soon started coming. Zack pulled his hand back as gunfire tore open the bar walls. Zack began moving again as he heard someone heading towards were Zack had just been. Back where he had been hiding earlier, Zack aimed his gun and the man with the SMG rounded the corner. Zack fired. He hit the man directly in the chest, sending him off his feet and and onto his back. How many shots left? Two. For a moment Zack lost count.

How many shots did Zack fire? He momentarily lost count, lost focus. From the doorway came three small objects, bouncing along the floor. Grenades?! They had to be! Zack quickly moved, ducking behind the bar as a deafening boom blocked out the music. Not grenades, flash bangs. The sounds they made ended up creating a annoying ringing in Zacks ears, and luckily he had not been exposed to the flashing lights. Despite the pain in his ears, Zack quickly moved. He made a break for the hallway that lead to the private dance stalls, seeing it as his only way out.

As he made the mad dash he thought he heard the sound of gunfire. Zack headed into the hall and behind the wall, as both that wall and one of the private booths curtain door way had holes punched through them. Zack cursed under his breath as he took a quick peak down the hall to see two guys with assault rifles heading in. This time, though, he noticed the kevlar vests they wore. Fucking...[/i] Zack cursed as he grit his teeth before getting to his feet and moving. Six private stalls, and the third one in line had been shot full of holes. Zack looked down both ways of the hall he was in, he was trapped. The man cursed under his breath before heading behind one of the curtains of the first private room.

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Inside...was not pretty. Pink furry carpet, a chair covered in stains of...well you know. The carpet looked sticky as well in some places, which lead Zack to believe more than dancing went on back here. Zack hide behind the chair and pulled back on his firearms slide and peeked into the ejection port to see if he still had bullets. He had one left. Zack reached behind him and could feel the second cartridge he had snagged off of Dianas body. The hitman rested the gun on his forehead and closed his eyes. Was this it? Was this where he died? Was he to die in a room filled with semen? Morgan...I am sorry...baby[/i] Zack said as he pulled the gun off of his forehead and placed it under his chin right up towards his head.

But, Zack didn't pull the trigger. He felt something touch his hand. Zack pulled the gun away and looked, and noticed the sword shapped pendant Morgan made for him had come undone and was touching his hand. Zack stopped and stared at it, his eyes softening as memories he tried to keep back suddenly came forth. He remembered the college, the sculpting classes. Morgan had been his girlfriend then, he remembered her chestnut colored hair, her green eyes, the way she acted like a tsundare but was so sweet at times. This had been one of those times. Zack had walked in when he found her in the sculpting lab after class hours. He surprised her, asking what she was doing. Blushing, Morgan tried to hide what it was she had been making. Zack moved her hands and saw the sword shaped pendant. Asking what it was, Morgan blushed even brighter and exclaimed it was nothing at all. A few weeks later it was christmas, and Zack was opening a present from Morgan and what was inside was the pendant. Zack stared at it, noticing its looked far better than it did the first time he had seen it. The two looked at each other and smiled.

Zack opened his closed eyes as he remember what happened against the man who claimed he was King Arthur Pendragon. Something happened in that fight, something that Zack could never rationalize or explain. That fight awakened something inside Zack, something he had seen bits of when he was a child. Something that made Zack special. The man looked at the pendant before closing his hand around it and touching the chain to his forehead. I made a promise to you. I promised I would find the ones who made me do that to you...to avenge you. I will not die here.[/i] Zack opened his eyes, filled with fire. He stood up and and with his thumb hit the magazine release button. The guns empty magazine hit the floor as Zack quickly put the second one in. Zack was better than this, better than them, more trained, more experienced. What was it he was scared of?

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He stepped from the curtained room, the shock of the two men who had been searching the others. Gun in hand and aimed, Zack pulled the trigger. The first man got the first bullet directly in the eye and out his head. The other guy was faster, and had his gun moving. However, Zack was faster. A simple shift in the arm and Zacks second bullet pierced right through the mans trigger, deadening the arm and making it go limp. "YOU BASTARD!!" The man shouted as Zack fired the third bullet into his head. Zack reached the first corpse and picked up his M16. Checking the ammo, he saw he was full and had one in the chamber. The m1911 in his his pants, Zack rounded the corner and blinked. He heard the CHICK CHICK of over 12 men who all had various guns pointed right at the assassin. "This is it, Mr. Jensen." one of them said, in the back. He was the only one without a gun. Zack noticed him, especially the assured victory smirk he had.

"You are outmaned and out gunned, just...go down easily now eh? Its going to be hell to explain to the local authorities what happened here." the man said. Zack knew he was. One of the big men in the Organization, one of the big shoots. Not sure who he was exactly though. The gray haired mans mouth slowly turned into a smirk, which caught everyones attention. "And lose my money? No thank you." Zack responded as he tightened his grip on the pendant. "Kill him" the bald man said. There was suddenly a green light that escaped from Zacks hand, which everyone saw and focused on. The pendant in Zacks hand suddenly formed into a black knife as the assassins began to fire. However, there bullets hit nothing. Everyone lowered their guns as they saw Zack was gone.

"Blink!"[/i] Zack mentally ordered as his Fullbring activated, instantly activating the ability faster than the speed of a Bullet. The normal colors of the world suddenly became orange, like the world had a sepia filter over it. Something like an old time movie. The bullets flew straight through and around Zack, as the power of his Fullbring, Sting, gave Zack the power to become intangible and invisible by slipping him into a higher dimension. The Blink power allowed Zack to slip into a parallel dimension that existed beside the normal dimension. It was basically intangibility and invisibility. Zack walked towards the men, and then walked right through them like they were not even there. Technically, they were not there. In Zacks world, they were not there. Zack looked at them as they began to move towards the hall to see if Zack had somehow moved. Zack walked behind the bald man and then ended Blink. Without a sound Zack wrapped his arm around the mans neck, put the m16 beside the man, and began to spray. The gun killed a good portion of the assassins on the first spray. Three got hit and fell, but were obviously still alive due to the grunts and cries they made. Two turned and pointed their firearms, but Zack was faster. He pulled the trigger as HIS gun killed the two of them. Zack then pushed the the bald man, making him stumble as Zack dropped the M16 and drew the handgun. "Bastard! DIE!" the man shouted as he pointed his own weapon to simply see Zack...vanish.

Zack, once again using Blink, appeared behind the bald man. Still intangible, Zack placed the blade of his fullbring on the mans throat...then rematerialized and pulled, cutting right through the mans neck and letting him fall to the floor and gack and bleed out. Zack stared down at him with empty gray eyes. He knew his trouble with the Organization was not done, but, Zack knew he could not take on the Clean Up crews if he knew what to expect. Zack was going to need to lay low, and get out of here before the police arrive. As Zack turned towards the exit his eyes widened at the people who stood near the doorway and promptly pointed his gun at them. Something about these people...caused Zacks instincts to suddenly erupt like a cornered animal. "Who...are you?" Zack asked.

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[Pavel Fedoseev]

Russia, November 10th, 10:00 A:M

The small sun shined down on the small apartment "364" , ringing of an alarm clock rang through out the entire apartment before it was shut off. Inside in an unremarkable decent sized apartment sat two people, one of them was Valentina, the other was Pavel. Pavel was dressed in a casual like manner, a long sleeved purple shirt with jeans and his hair was combed to the side. Sitting next to him, using his shoulder as a rest was a female, appearing to be the same age as Pavel, her long brunette hair covered her face, as the sound of a soothing sleep escaped from her mouth. Pavel was able to spend about a week at the home of Valentina's and in that week there was no phone calls, no hits requested towards Pavel. It was his own day off. He softly stroked her hair, making sure to give her as much comfort without waking her up. "Mmmm..." she tiredly groaned, moving her posistion and using his lap as a pillow. Pavel smiled, a sight only she would ever see and lovingly rubbed her cheeks. "Vy tak dolgo zhdali nekotoroye vremya, chtoby byt' v sostoyanii sdelat' eto." he whispered, she smiled and hugged onto his leg, nuzzling her face into it. "Konechno . Vy pochti vsegda otsutstvuyet na vashu rabotu."

He rubbed her head and after awhile finally spoke "I am sorry." she smiled and held onto his hand "Its okay." a few seconds of sitting there passed by and Valentina stood up, stretching she stared at Pavel and smiled "You are rarely home. And you are now here for a week? something tells me you are going to be sent out soon." she chuckled to herself and walked towards the kitchen, proceeding to open the refrigerator door and pull out several ingredients for their breakfast. "What is for breakfast?" Pavel asked leaning forward to get a good view of the kitchen "Food!" Valentina replied. The clicking of the stove filled the air, which was soon replaced by the soft roar of an open fire. "Are you feeling better?" Valentina asked as the sound of sizzling meat replaced the roar of the fire. "Yeah. I feel much better." "See! You have to come home frequently. It gets lonely out there without having someone to comfort you. And I know you wont buy some cheap whore for that. I am way better than those girls." she chuckled. "Ne pozvolyayte, chto dobrat'sya do vashey golovy!" she laughed even harder "Oh shut up you." she teased. When breakfast was cooked, Pavel spent the next few hours sitting on the couch, watching T.V with Valentina. After awhile, the dreaded ring tone filled the air. It was Pavel's generic ring tone, the ringtone came from a private phone that only Xcution used. Opening the phone, the heavily altered voice spoke.

[smear:FF0000]"#6. You are being sent to Chicago, America tomorrow. This mission will not be a hit, but a recruitment. Normally we would send a sword to do the job but we figured out you and #3 would be able to get the job done. You are to get to Chicago and find your source of information. The mans name you will be looking for is Zackary Jensen. This mission is not a hit, but it is a recruitment. He will be meeting at the Vixen Club. Find him and bring him our offer."[/smear:00FF00] as if he knew when was the right moment he hung up. Valentina softly smiled at Pavel as he stared at her, brushing ascide a bit of her brown hair she softly spoke "That is your job that called, yes?" he nodded and leaned in, their lips made contact as they made their usual good bye kiss. Standing up he stretched and walked towards their room. Pulling out the leather suitcase he made sure he had the right disguises and equipment to make the trip. Changing he put on his signature black suit and pants with shoes with specially designed soles that they were incapable of being traced and compared with normal shoes. He grasped onto his signature mask. The long silver silver lines made a design onto his mask, carefully placing it into the suitcase he was packed.

Walking back into the living room, Valentina sat on the couch, watching T.V their favorite show was on, she smiled at him as he waved at her goodbye. She waved at him as well, he walked by her and placed a final kiss onto her lips before heading out the door. Turning to lock it he pulled out his private phone and dialed into it. It began to ring, and after a few seconds of ringing he heard it pick up, without allowing the person any time to respond he simply made his order "I need a last minute flight planned heading to Chicago, America. I also require a cab to pick me up and to take me to the designated hotel where I will stay for a single day." Xcution had many assets that allowed them to hack into many different corporations and business to allow cheap or reduced fairs for certain things. He was able to get a free room and plane with the skills the Hackers in Xcution had. Pavel could make it to the air port in a few minutes, he was able to reach higher speeds in a few seconds. Walking there would be no problem, and the fact that he had the correct identification, he was able to bypass security without much problems. On the plane he flew towards America. Sitting there for hours, traveling was a normal thing. Especially when it meant he had to travel long distances. He was used to the long flights, after the needed flight he had landed in America.

Chicago, Illonois, America, November 10th, 5:51 P:M

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Upon landing, Pavel calmly walked through the various checkpoints, staring at the people as they walked by him, simply ignoring him like many people did. Pavel had no public files, all of files were under different names and different lives in different locations. For all the local government cared for he did not even exist. Pavel calmly walked towards the rental window and showed him the identification he usually shows these people. They carefully observed the I.D and nodded, to them he was a regular renter and always rented from the same company. He payed the regular fee and calmly walked outside of the Chicago International Airport. Pressing onto the calling button he was able to locate the car that he had rented. Entering it, Pavel opened his private phone and dialed a few numbers. After a few seconds someone answered it, "Your hotel has been booked. the coordinates will be in the car, you only have one day. Make it happen." and the phone hung up. Pavel took the necessary time to drive and to the hotel. When he arrived to his hotel he placed the suit case down onto the bed and stared into the television. The room that he had been given was a normal sized hotel room with its regular accommodations.

Sitting in his room he opened his private phone and made some more phone calls "I have arrived to the destination." [smear:FF0000]"You are to meet with the contact in the Vixen Club at exactly 10:30 at night. Get in there, get him out and give him our offer."[/smear:00FF00] and they hung up. He placed the clothing into the drawer and watching television. He knew it would be too late to call Valentina and he knew literally no one in America, let alone Chicago. He only had his contact in various parts of the city, and still then he rarely contacted them. He watched a few television shows before setting out and finding a nice diner to eat at and returning back to the hotel. He had spent a good three hours getting things prepared for the next day. He did not have to head to the club until the next night and he had nothing to do until he needed to get the job done. When the time had struck exactly eleven he turned off the lights and performed his nightly ritual before heading off to bed. He opened his private phone and called the only number in the phone.

"Hello?" Valentina tiredly answered "Good Morning." "You are always calling me at awkward times." "And we are always awake at awkward times." "Shut up." he chuckled. Their phone call lasted for thirty minutes before Pavel hung up and went to sleep. He spent the next morning sitting in the hotel room and ordering take out, thirty minutes before he checked out he made sure he left a decently sized stack of bills for the clean up women. He calmly opened his private work phone and called Shizuka. The moment she answered he only spoke in a short phrase "Meet me at the Vixen Club in thirty minutes." before she was able to speak he hung up. He calmly walked towards the parked car and began to drive towards the Vixen Club. Listening to some of his personal music.

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The Vixen Club, November 11th, 10:30 P:M

Pavel calmly sat across the club, dressed in his signature black suit, red tie and black gloves, the booming music and the line of people gave a reinforcement to a reason why Pavel avoided clubs like these. Many more men in suits would arrive in suits, after ten minutes a final person drove up and entered, the large bouncer in a suit simply allowed him to enter. If Shizuka had made it in time, Pavel slightly turned his head and spoke to her "This must be our guy." Pavel spoke with a decently thick Russian Accent, his voice was calm and soothing, he did not raise his voice but it could be heard. He was not acting so he had no reason to act his accent away. Shizuka would see that Pavel calmly opened his the side of his jacket and removed a white mask with silver lines that gave a design through the eyes. He calmly placed it over his face, the invisible straps ensuring no one would be able to take it off. The strap itself was literally invisible, Pavel had worn this mask many times to be able to find it.

"Let us wait for a few minutes to ensure that he is not the wrong guy. What are your thoughts on this job?" he calmly asked. Pavel had made sure that all of his public files were kept hidden, he made sure that they were incapable of being found through normal means. "I am curious as to what this guy has and a reason why we should recruit him." that was when his attention was caught by the group of men that had left the building, holding onto assault rifles and a group of strippers and what appeared to be their manager. The men with assault rifles were shouting at the manager, threatening with the assault rifle before firing it into his skull. Pavel calmly stood up and chuckled. "I guess these guys are meant to be killed. They are a hindrance to the job and need to be removed." he calmly approached the group of men, removing his signature syringe and injected it into his left arm, the putrid liquid slowly entered his veins as he released. The first thing they did was threaten him, but the first thing he did was release a large shield composed of what appeared to be composed of hardened flesh and blood.

With much ease he charged forward and clashed into the men, before changing into the condensed form and gripping onto their guns, his strength and speed was tripled, but on the outside his appearance was unaltered. His clothing were left altogether undamaged. He gripped onto their guns and tore it in half, without much effort the steal gave way and two of them were without guns. He did the same, his speed being altogether superior to theirs they could not aim and fire him. Disarming them they were left with only hand to hand combat. Which they performed with poor performance. One tried to punch him from behind, he turned to his side and grabbed into his arm. The vice like grip shattered the bone causing him to scream out in pain, ripping it off he shoved it down his throat. He turned and dropped to one leg, extending the other and shattering the kneecap of another assailant, as he began to fall forward he gripped onto his stomach and tore it open. Causing the mixture of blood, stomach content, and other organs to spill out.

Standing up there were only eight of them left, Shizuka should of been able to taken out more of them, there should of been two left. Before Shizuka was able to kill them, he rushed and grabbed both of them by the neck. He clamped onto it to make sure they could not do anything. He stared at Shizuka, the eyes through the mask penetrating her eyes "Good Job" he calmly said, dragging the two inside he saw the carnage that occurred on the inside. "Boss! what happened here!?" Pavel observed the destruction that occurred, shattered bottles and dead bodies laid all over the area. A single being stood there, aiming his gun at them. He was different than the others, without much effort Pavel snapped one of the mans neck. "Do not fire your weapons. We are here for you." he turned the last of them around, the fear in his eyes filled gave a sign to Pavel that he was doing the right thing.

He lifted the man into the air, gripping him by the stomach and the chest, ripping him half without much effort. The blood spilling all over Pavel, dripping down from the mask all the way to the bottom of his shoes. The screaming only lasted for a few seconds before he griped onto the skull and crushed it in his hands. Brain matter and a slurry of other things exploded. Dropping the corpse, Pavel calmly reached over his head, to both Shizuka and the recruits surprise pavel began to peel off a thin layer of plastic wrap. The blood that had spattered and spilled all over him would slowly peel off, leaving Pavel clean. "I did not want to get dirty." Pavel calmly approached the survivor, the special one. He slowly pulled out his wallet and handed him a card from Xcution. "We... are Xcution. And I have been ordered to bring you into our ranks." he calmly said. The eyes that were the only thing visible thing of his face penetrated the mans eyes. Searching his soul, What he would see is a soul that was a mixture of anger, emotions, both positive and negative. But on the outside he was calm "Do you accept?"

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

"Come on, girl! We're almost there, okay? Although, you really like flying so I'm not too sure you're having much of a problem right now."

Shizuka had gotten a call just shortly before saying nothing more than telling her than she had a recruitment mission to go on as a member of the Xcution Seven Guns. She didn't even realize they had a potential member up for grabs, but this seemed exciting enough. Plus, she hadn't taken Blaize out in a few days, so the poor thing was getting a little bit restless and agitated. Shizuka was still getting used to the dragon-like creature, especially since she was basically a giant flying pet. She had to take care of her and make sure everything was good enough for the reptile. She didn't get the chance to introduce Blaize to any of her Xcution friends though, and thought this would be the perfect reason to do it. Flying all the way from New Jersey where they had met to Chicago was not super easy, but Shizuka took the time to get used to her new friend.

Blaize was a dark, midnight black dragon with lightly scaled patterns covering her body and bright, deeply purple eyes with a light blue hue around her pupils. She was about the size of a horse when sitting up straight but shorter when standing normally on her four legs. She had two pairs of wings; her main pair which were very large and enabled vertical take-off, her secondary pair which allowed her to balance while flying and move very quickly and fluidly through the air, and finally her tail fins which controlled her direction and helped with maneuverability. She resembled a large black salamander but reminded Shizuka of any household dog or cat mixed together into a giant, lovable animal. She was also highly intelligent since she could understand Shizuka whenever she talked to her and could respond with her own noises. She could be protective, but she had a playful and expressive personality and could show many more emotions depending on the situation. Shizuka was very happy about being able to take care of her.

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Upon entering Chicago, Shizuka received a call from Pavel that told her to meet him at some kind of club in about thirty minutes. He hung up directly afterwards and she knew exactly where to go. She was a little bit confused by the name, though. The Vixen Club? That sounded like some kind of whore house or something crazy like that, but there was no way that was what it actually would turn out to be. Right? Either way, the time was approaching 10:25 pm and Shizuka was extremely stoked to see who this new person was going to be. She had to be careful, because new recruits could sometimes make a scene before they get picked up. Then she really thought about it for a second. She decided if anyone was going to make a scene, It would be Pavel, her mind told herself.

Shizuka patted Blaize's neck to signal her to fly downward when she saw the sign for the club. Of course it was her worst nightmare. It ended up being a stripper club. Whatever, though. WHATEVER. Blaize made a noise that sounded as if she was worried, telling Shizuka to be really careful when she got there. Blaize could use blasts of bright blue-ish fire, but she was definitely not combat ready and may never be, so she would have to stay behind while Shizuka went in to do her thing and meet with Pavel. The eighteen-year-old girl dismounted the dragon once they landed, thanking her and telling her to wait outside. Blaize obeyed obediently with a light bark back as her response. Shizuka entered the club, a little cautious, and immediately located Pavel with her eyes. She rushed over to him, feeling more comfortable now that she was with someone she knew. She brushed off her signature red and white sailor uniform and adjusted the bow around her collar piece. Flying had messed up her outfit just a bit. Pavel started talking though and her attention was brought to him.

"This must be our guy," he told her as he put his signature mask on. "Let us wait for a few minutes to ensure that he is not the wrong guy. What are your thoughts on this job?"

"I mean, it's not like I'm disappointed by it. We just don't usually go out on recruitment missions, you know?" she responded, lightly tapping one of her heels on the ground to make a clicking noise. That noise told Blaize to be ready if she needed to escape quickly, and Shizuka knew that her dragon would be able to hear it.

"I am curious as to what this guy has and a reason why we should recruit him."

"Yeah, same. Like I said, this isn't a usual thing. At least, not for me. I mean--"

Shizuka was interrupted by the group of men with rifles who were threatening to basically go on a killing spree right there in the club. Why did people need to make this so difficult for everybody? Now Shizuka knew Pavel was going to be super violent with them and the last thing she wanted to do was get involved. However, she also knew that if they got in the way then she wouldn't be able to find this guy that they're looking for and it would be more of a problem. Shizuka's mind babble stopped for a moment when she suddenly realized something. Pavel seemed different. Like, really different. Like more mature and not so much the way he was when they first met. So what was going on? Shizuka's eyes flashed towards the group of guys and Pavel's beginning advances.

"I guess these guys are meant to be killed. They are a hindrance to the job and need to be removed."

"Removed? Wait... Pav--"

Too late. Pavel stuck his syringe in his arm and injected himself with some weird liquid. Shizuka looked at it and suddenly had a frightening thought. What if I can recreate that liquid? She decided it was better if she didn't mention anything and waited until after. She also wasn't in the mood to fight anyone, but she knew that wasn't going to be an option. Pavel was right. These guys needed to be taken care of. As he went on to fight with one group, Shizuka saw eight particularly dumb looking guys and figured she might as well help out. They had guns and everything, but she had one too. Her sandals glowed and were removed from her feet in seconds. A bucket filled with molten lava appeared by her side while a large water gun materialized in the air and fell towards her. She caught it in her right hand and held it near her chest, supporting the barrel with her left.

As they started to run towards her to begin their own series of attackes, Shizuka quickly shot the lava in the direction of each man, first making sure it blocked their pathways or routes of escape. When they realized they had no where to go, she smiled. None of them had time to try to go after her. They weren't that hard to beat since none of them had special powers or anything, and though she felt kind of bad, the feeling passed quickly when she remembered they were out to get everyone else in the club. Pavel had already taken down many of them, so Shizuka figured she might as well finish these last few off. She shot the lava directly on the men, one by one so each of them could watch the next burn and disintegrate because of the molten rock. When she finished shooting at them, she noticed she only hit six guys. Glancing around, she saw two had managed to get out of her lava pit but their shoes were damaged and feet severely burned. They must not have cared as long as they weren't killed, she thought. Before she even had the chance to shoot at the hobbling men, Pavel ran up to them and grabbed them, stopping their movement.

"Good job."

Shizuka gave Pavel a thumbs up and looked around the club. A lot of things were broken and there were small fires where Shizuka had used her gun. She felt a little bad, but they extinguished fairly quickly. That didn't mean there was any less damage, though. It honestly looked pretty bad. It was then that she noticed one more guy holding up his gun at the two of them. She took an offensive stance and readied herself to fight him, but Pavel stopped her when he said that this guy had to reason to attack because they were there for him after he snapped one of the men's necks. Shizuka was startled shortly after that, as if snapping a neck barely worried her anyway, because just when she realized this was the guy they needed, Pavel ripped the last guy in half. She almost threw up. That was just so nasty. Shizuka ignored it and walked up to the man left standing as Pavel mentioned something or other about not wanting to get dirty.

Shizuka whistled and called Blaize into the club. She ran in through the doors and sat by Shizuka's side quickly, letting out a soft roaring noise. She then growled at the man, but Shizuka patted her side just below one of her massive wings to calm her down. Her growling stopped, but she still had a defensive look on her face. Pavel pulled out a card and showed it to the man, giving him the offer to join Xcution. Shizuka held her gun to her right side and scratched Blaize with her left hand. Blaize made a noise similar to purring, showing her contentment. Then she sniffed and pushed Shizuka up closer to the mystery guy with her head. Shizuka gave her "The Look" and rolled her eyes. Blaize was right, though. She should introduce herself first before they really make any decisions.

"Pavel, don't be rude. He should know who we are first. My name is Shizuka Sanamizu. I'm a member of the Xcution Seven Guns. This here-" she said, pointing to her pet, "is Blaize. She has a bit of a story, but I brought her along with me because she was given to me not too long ago. And you've met Pavel. He's one of the Seven Guns, too."

After doing a quick look-over, Shizuka realized something. He seemed very nicely put together, more so than the average person. Which meant one thing.

"I see you have some money on you, Mr. Jensen." Shizuka smirked. "I'm very pleased to meet you."

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The cold gray eyes of the assassin widened as this man, this man before him, simply snapped one of Zacks former colleagues necks with a simple twitch of his thumb. And if that wasn't shocking enough, this "man" proceeded to rip the last one in half with next to effort. That...that was impossible. Zack aimed the gun directly at Pavels mask, dead center on his forehead. But, he couldn't pull the trigger. Why couldn't he pull the trigger? Instincts were telling him not to. Instinct were screaming at Zack to not pull that trigger. Zack stood there, gun pointed straight at Pavels head as he began to approach. Tightening his grip on both his weapons, his gun and knife, Zack narrowed his eyes as Pavel got closer.

And yet, Zack never pulled the trigger. His eyes darted down to what Pavel held out for him. A card? For a few moments he looked like he wasn't going to take it, but taking a step back Zack slid his knife into his suite pocket and slowly took the card from the "man". His gun never left being pointed at Pavel, giving Zack at least some comfort. He was not going to lower his weapon on a man who had tore a fullgrown human male in half like a piece of paper. Behind that mask, Zack had no idea what was going on. Stepping away from Pavel again Zack looked at the card with nothing but the X on it. His eyes widened as he recognized it. He had heard rumors. There was always whispers in the underworld about one organization on the top of it all. They were more than the Illuminate, far more powerful than that made up organization.

Zack looked back up at Pavel and said one thing "Xcution? Zack repeated the name, holding the card in one hand as he ended up lowering his gun with a sigh. Thats when he noticed the female. The blond haired female....who happened to have a case of heterochromia. One eye was blue and the other was green. She wasn't that bad looking, but right now those sort of thoughts were not even coming up. Zack had no time for casual flirting, the situation was to unpredictable. He noticed the animal behind her and ended up just pushing it out of his mind. A dragon, sure. Add one more thing to this nutty day.

Thats when she began to talk, and Zack picked up on a few things. Pavel.[/i] the name of the man. Shizuka...Sanamizu[/i] was her name. She mentioned the name of her pet, but again, it wasn't as important as the people. This Shizuka was holding a water gun at her side....why was she holding a toy gun? Zack looked at it then back at Shizuka as she mentioned the term Seven Guns. What was the Seven Guns? What in the world was this Xcution anyways??

When Shizuka looked him up and down Zack looked at her. She mentioned something about him having money, to which Zack gave her a raised eyebrow. He didn't answer her, but she sure got his attention. So...what now? Zack wasn't going to just say "yes, I will be happy to join you". No, he needed information first. So, he did something that would be a surprise. He tossed his gun across the room. He did it to show both of them he had no intention of fighting. Besides, what good would it do against the one named Pavel? These two...something was not right about them. He slid the Xcution card into his pocket, the same as his Fullbring Sting. With a sigh Zack pinched the space between his eyebrows as he began to walk towards the now destroyed bar, stepping over a fallen assassins body. There was always the risk of the authorities showing up....but the Organization must have done something to keep them away for a time.

"So...I assume you know I have questions. First of, what is Xcution?" he asked as he stepped behind the bar and looked to see if any drinks were left un-destroyed. While it may have been rude, if either of them could tell the situation they would easily be able to tell Zack was not only tired, but stressed, and confused. The strip club was a mess, bodies lay there, the floors and walls had been damaged by the gun fire. While it was rude for Zack to search for some form of alcohol while he talked to them, it would have been ruder for Pavel or Shizuka to not allow him. Well, regardless, there was nothing for Zack to drink to which he sighed. Not even a god damned drink to calm my nerves...[/i] Zack thought as he returned his gaze to Pavel and Shizuka, taking a seat on one of the few remaining bar stools as he rested his arms on it, rubbing the hand the hand he had been firing with. There was another stool, to which Pavel or Shizuka could sit at, a few feet away from Zack.

"So, why me, if I may ask?" Zack asked, looking at the two. Staring at them with his storm gray eyes. He was watching, making sure nothing happened. A masked, hulk man. A petite attractive girl. Both of them were scaring Zack, but he was remaining calm. After Zack asked his question, he suddenly and slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out the knife and stuck it into the bars wood. "Are you here because of this thing?" Zack asked, adding emphasis on his question. He would not show them his powers. He wanted his questions answered before making any sort of decision.

[Pavel Fedoseev]

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Pavel continued to calmly approach the man, irregardless of whether or not he had a gun pointed to his head. Pavel knew he would regret firing upon him. When he had taken the card he repeated Xcution's name over and over again. The opening and closing of doors caught Pavel's attention, and that was when he caught something that had really caught him by surprise. "A Dragoon." he calmly spoke, before turning to Shizuka "You must have some very good contacts." he calmly said. "Pavel, don't be rude. He should know who we are first. My name is Shizuka Sanamizu. I'm a member of the Xcution Seven Guns. This here "is Blaize. She has a bit of a story, but I brought her along with me because she was given to me not too long ago. And you've met Pavel. He's one of the Seven Guns, too."

Pavel's eyes widened, in shock, in surprise. He quickly stared at Shizuka as she spoke his name to a complete stranger. He calmly chuckled, he shook his head the moment she said his name "You have the wrong name. My name isn't Pavel. No, my name is Ivan Sanshin. You are acting silly." Pavel acted his way through the situation, Pavel was a master when it came to acting, and the last thing someone wanted was another person having his actual name. "Pavel. Does not exist." He slowly extended his hand, his palms were facing the man as he introduced himself "Yes. Zackary Jensen. We know who you are." he spoke, Pavel's voice had a soothing effect to it. When he spoke it was never loud yet it caught their attention. It was calm yet cold, soothing, yet it had enough to put someone on edge. "And yes... We are known as Guns. Not the kind you used or the others, we are different. You are like us." he continued to speak.

When Zack threw the gun across the room, Pavel nodded his head. knowing that he did not want to fight. "That, is a wise move Mr. Jensen. But we, of all people would know that you are not a regular human. I can sense it inside of you, you don't need a regular gun to fight. You have other means to end someone elses life." Pavel spoke the truth, he knew this man was special, he could sense that he was a fullbringer, he could sense it because there were only three in the current room. That was when Zack, began to speak "So...I assume you know I have questions. First of, what is Xcution?" he walk and spoke, heading towards the destroyed bar, it had seem that he needed to calm his nerves. Pavel could not blame him, this is all knew to those that have not experienced another fullbringer. "Xcution. Yes.... it would be normal for someone who is not involved to know what we are. For some people it was safe for them not to know. For others, it provides an opportunity to use their gift."

That was when he stopped, placing one finger up, "Multiple Gun Shots. The police tends to respond fast to that. Allow me to handle the situation." he opened a plane nokia flip phone, this is what he considers his work phone. He had the phone numbers if associates, informats, and insiders all around the world in that phone. It ensured a safe and secure network that allowed Pavel to gain hits and info on targets. After a few clicks he placed it to his head and wait for someone to answer "Yes. I need the information to the Chicago Police Department. I also need my name "Ivan Sanshin" placed into their database as an officer." and after a few seconds he hung up, with another press of simple buttons he began another phone call. But this time, Shizuka and Zack would notice something strange, when he answered his voice was altogether different, his accent was no longer russian, it was American, it still spoke the same language they all spoke but the accent was American. "Hi! this is Officer Ivan, reporting at the multiple gun shots report." he waited a few seconds "Yes, Yes. Uh huh. a bunch of kids with illegal fireworks, nasty sort too. Cause a ruckus at a club, broke glass and some damaged holes here and there. Yes, I will get it cleaned up right as soon as possible." his tone was upbeat, it was positive, it was as if Pavel was a whole new person.

"Family BBQ? This Saturday? Aww shucks it would be an honor to attend. I'll be sure to bring the girlfriend and maybe the dog! Haha, I'll talk to you later. Remember! I already have it handled, no need to send any more back up, we have everything, under control." Pavel finished, closing the phone, taking a deep breath he dialed a single number "Yeah. I need a clean up crew as soon as possible sent to the Vixen Club, Chicago. Ensure that this just looked like a gang shooting went wrong, if that is not possible dispose of the bodies." his cold, calm and soothing Russian tone returned. Clearing his throat he turned to Zack and nodded "We will no longer be dealing with the police being a threat."

Zack sat down at a stool and Pavel stood by it, observing him, watching him, seeing his every action, his words, that was when he asked why did they choose him, and removed his knife, his release ""Are you here because of this thing?" Pavel stared at the intricate design of the knife. He observed every little detail about it and took note of its appearance. Pavel was still released and had the ability to copy any physical knife and make it his own, his own body could recreate a knife. He reached into his pocket and used his release to form an exact replica of the knife, pulling it out as if he had the same kind of knife stored inside of his clothing. Using the art of perspective, he made the knife form in his hand from the base of his palm, it would see as if he was holding the knife instead of the knife being an actual part of him. From the smallest detail their knives were exactly the same. Inspecting it, Pavel began to continue speaking "Yes... You and I are similar. We are all similar, we bear a gift that no one normal, no one human understands. You see, you are special. This, organization has abandoned you for your gift. And you, tore them down. We will offer you the protection, the guidance, the mentor to use your gift to its maximum potential." He placed his hand at the edge of his own knife and caused it to disappear into his own body, to the normal eye it was as if he had shoved the knife into his body, but there was no blood, no cuts, no scars. "So, to answer your question as to "Why you." it is because, we know you are special." and he stopped speaking. Awaiting his response, awaiting his reason.

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

Blaize pushed against Shizuka's back with her large reptilian head and made a noise in the direction of Pavel. When Shizuka glanced over, she saw that he wasn't exactly too happy about her spilling the beans with his name. Feeling guilty, Shizuka tried thinking of some simple way to fix the mistake but had no success in figuring out a plan of action for that. Pavel tried covering it up, saying that Shizuka was wrong and changing his name to something else. She was a little bit confused, but knew that he had his reasons and thought maybe it would be best if she played along. Introducing himself as Ivan Sanshin, Pavel began covering the tracks Shizuka left behind when she told Zackary Jensen his real name. She took the blame and scratched Blaize's neck with a slightly embarrassed look on her face.

"Oh, sorry! So many people call you random names and we're hardly ever around each other so I barely know what to call you anymore. I forgot you told me your name was Ivan," she lied.

Shizuka sighed and stopped scratching her dragon. Blaize snuffed and shook her head in a disappointed manner, but then quickly directed her attention at Zackary while he and Pavel were talking. Shizuka was looking around the club at all of the damage, wondering how they could possibly clean this up before anyone would notice. She knew it was easily done but she was never usually that messy when hunting down her targets. That, and she usually had someone else do the job for her because she could get anyone to do anything. Blaize started cautiously walking away from Shizuka, slowly moving towards Zackary with a strange curiosity. She sniffed in his direction and roared quietly at him before she got close enough to nudge him with her nose. Shizuka noticed and started laughing to herself but that it was too cute to stop her pet.

Blaize's standing height was just about to Zackary's shoulders, so when she sat and held herself up straight she was only slightly taller than he was. That may have seemed intimidating, but she was honestly very harmless. Shizuka didn't let her fight at all because she was worried that Blaize might get too hurt. The dragon kept nudging Zackary, and by then Pavel had already called a crew to come take care of the mess and told Zackary about how he was different from normal humans. He really was, too. So hopefully he wouldn't ignore their offer. Blaize circled around Zackary once and then walked back over to Shizuka, but quickly gave Pavel a smack on his chest with the end of her tail, as if telling him to be careful about this new guy. She didn't have many special talents other than the obvious ones like fast flight, fire breath and a sonar kind of like a bat has for whenever she was in a dark place. She could, however, sense if someone had a special ability.

"Blaize," Shizuka called, trying to get the attention of the beast, "come sit down. He's not going to hurt anybody so it's okay."

The dragon obeyed and sat quietly at Shizuka's side. The young girl was very curious about this man. She wanted to know exactly what his powers were and why Xcution was so intent on having him join. They normally weren't that forward with recruitment and hardly ever sent higher up members to retrieve anyone. Especially not Seven Guns. Shizuka thought for a moment. Are there even seven of us? I don't know for sure... And what was it that made Zackary so important? Shizuka was desperate to know but decided it may be easier if she let Pavel do all the talking unless she was spoken to. Besides, she had someone to keep quiet. Blaize hated being bored just as much as Shizuka did so she was bound to become restless at any point soon.

"Ivan, I want to know what this man can do. Is he allowed to show us? It could kind of be, like, 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine' with the three of us. Right?"

At least, that's what she hoped could happen.

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Zacks eyes narrowed slightly as he rested his face on his hands, watching and listening to the exchange from Mr. Sanshin and Ms. Sanamizu. Both were interesting characters, completely different from one another. Zack watched them, before turning his attention to the oncoming dragon. He slowly lowered his hands, nonchalantly taking a grip on his Fullbring knife, ready to strike at the first sign of trouble. However, that didn't seem to be happening. The beast seemed more interesting in simply identifying Zack, seeing if he was danger. In fact, the creature even sat upright infront of him and begin to nudge him. Zack raised his free hand, not in a threatening way, rather in a more "should I block or pet it?" sort of way as he looked at it. Then Ms. Sanamizu called it back over to her. Honestly, as surprising as the dragon was...it didn't surprise Zack that much. Not at this point. He had seen to many things, experienced things, and learned things that made his entire view of the world take an entire 180.

The former-assassin gave Mr. Sanshin is full attention as he stared ahead at him, watching and listening to the man as he told Zack multiple times about how he was a special human. Well, clearly he was. Zack could turn flipping intangible and invisible. He could walk through walls, floors, people, traffic. He could walk up buildings, upside down on roofs. In fact, Zacks power made him a invincible ghost. They allowed him to infiltrate, to sneak, to become untouchable by any sort of physical force. In short, they made Zack a god. Mr. Sanshin did not need to explain this to Zack like he was a child. He knew, he understood he had powers. However, he wasn't good at his powers. They always ended when he didn't want him to...and after every use of his powers Zack would feel exhausted and drained.

Zack noticed something in Ivans speech. He dodged Zacks question about what Xcution was. But, Zack wasn't going to simply let that slide. This place wanted to hire him, for him to be a employee, and if that was going to happen Zack wanted...no...demanded that he know exactly what it was that this Xcution was. When Ivan began to call the cops, it gave Zack a pause to assess the situation. These two...are not normal. It's obvious. They are have powers...just like me. But, do they have the same power as me? No, I don't think so. The big guy, Ivan or Pavel, he ripped that man in two like he was a piece of paper. Is his power...super strength? Is he like a comic book character? Is his power like Superman? Maybe the fact my power is conducted through a item is special. What about the girl? Why is such a young woman with this man? Why does she have a dragon? What is with that water gun of hers? It's...not normal. All these questions and I barely have any answers.[/i] Zacks mind was going into overdrive, wanting to know and learn everything he could. He wanted to know more about his powers, and these two people.

When Ivan pulled an exact replica of Zacks own Fullbring out of his pocket...well Zacks entire train of thought derailed and crashed into the abyss. Now Zack had no idea what this guy could do, and it unsettled him. Zack watched in silence as Ivan inserted the blade back...into his hand? Or maybe it was his sleeve? Either way, Ivan then explained the reason this Xcution wanted him was because he was special, he had powers. Was this group collecting people with powers? Zack raised an eyebrow, about to open his mouth when Ms. Sanamizu spoke.

"Ivan, I want to know what this man can do. Is he allowed to show us? It could kind of be, like, 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine' with the three of us. Right?"

Zack looked at her, finally giving her his full attention. To be fair, when a man walks in and rips another man in half with no effort you give HIM the attention. But now, Shizuka was getting Zacks full attention. She was young, first thing Zack noticed. She was young and had long blonde hair that was clearly taken care of to the extreme. Her dual colored eyes gave her a unique face, something that wasn't seen often. She was rather short, only ranging around the 5'5-5'7 range. Her face was, well, a lot like a fairies. She was at least a decent C-cup and had a shaped body. Give her a few years and she would most likely get even better looking, not saying she wasn't eye catching as she was now. But, this was not the situation to be flirting or eye boggling. Zack was just looking at her, his grey eyes looking right into hers. Ivan, or Pavel, on the other hand. Well, he was big. He was at least over six and a half feet, and that mask he wore was very...creepy to say the least. A glossy white mask with two silver lines and greased back hair. The man even came with a suite, a classic style of a hitman. It was showy to wear a mask, but sometimes it was necessary. The missions where Zack was required to go in close...he usually chose to wear some sort of mask.

But, analyzing them was not really what Zack was doing right now. He was looking at Shizuka, thinking in milliseconds how to respond to this. They wanted to see his power? Sure they did, they wanted to know what made him so special. Actually, Zack almost wanted to know that to. So, he closed his eyes and gave Ms. Sanamizu a small smile. " I don't see why not, but before I show you anything I still want my questions answered. This is one very, and I mean very, weird job interview. Mr. Sanshin, you still haven't answered my earlier question. What is Xcution? Yes, sir, you explained that it is an organization for people with powers. But what is it? Is it some sort of school, a farm? A business? You are asking me to simply take your word and go with you. Understand, sir and ma'am, that before you got here my previous employers were trying to kill me. So you, showing up right here and now...well it is unsettling. I cannot simply take vague information and go off that and make a decision to outright trust you. You know my name, you obviously knew where to find me, and you clearly know I can do something." Zack was being ballsy here. He had ended up refusing Ms. Sanamizus request to see his powers until he had his answers.

"I am not trying to be rude, Mr. Sanshin, Ms. Sanamizu. But put yourself in my shoes here. My power is the only card I have on this table, as for you I am sure each of you have a full hand." Zack looked at both of them, his thumb gently stroking the butt of his knifes hilt. He had his hand on it, but it was laying on the table and Zack was not making any sort of attacking move. The man was asked to make a life changing decision, and he wanted to know more about these things before he made a decision. His heart was racing, he was scared he could cross the line and cause either of them to attack him. "What are these powers? Why do I have them? What is Xcution? If you could find me so easily...it means you are big and have power. In the underworld there are rumors of this Xcution, I have heard a few rumors. I heard rumors you control everything, that you lead this world. Is this true?" Zack asked, suddenly his heart took over and not his brain "If you can find anyone, like you found me, is it possible you can fi-" Zack suddenly caught himself and stopped talking. Surely both of his visitors would catch this. Zack looked away slightly, down at his knife. "I am confused, I am sorry. Everything I know about this world......everything I thought I knew is changing. I have met a woman that can go through walls....a man who says he is hundreds or thousands of years old yet still a young man. I have started seeing things....things I saw as a child but was told was fake." Zack turned to the side, resting his arms on the table and staring down at his fullbring.

"Can you explain, all of this to me if I join you? Can you explain to me what the secrets are that normal people cannot see, or do?" Zack asked, looking at both Shizuka and Ivan/Pavel for an answer. He then chuckled slightly, looking away and giving a half smile...then another chuckle. "More importantly....what's the pay?" he asked them both again.

[Pavel Fedoseev]

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"Ivan, I want to know what this man can do. Is he allowed to show us? It could kind of be, like, 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine' with the three of us. Right?" Pavel thought for a few seconds before leaning in to speak "Only when we have to." he calmly spoke The dragoon patted Pavel on the chest, he gently and calmly brushed the end of the tail and nodded, unaware of the actual message behind the tap "Beautiful creature." he softly commented. As Shizuka ordered her dragoon to sit, knowing that the man was not a threat, Pavel gave the rest of his attention to Zack as he spoke. "I don't see why not, but before I show you anything I still want my questions answered. This is one very, and I mean very, weird job interview. Mr. Sanshin, you still haven't answered my earlier question. What is Xcution? Yes, sir, you explained that it is an organization for people with powers. But what is it? Is it some sort of school, a farm? A business? You are asking me to simply take your word and go with you. Understand, sir and ma'am, that before you got here my previous employers were trying to kill me. So you, showing up right here and now...well it is unsettling. I cannot simply take vague information and go off that and make a decision to outright trust you. You know my name, you obviously knew where to find me, and you clearly know I can do something." Pavel nodded slowly, making sure to take in all that Zack was saying and thinking of what to say, he respected Zack's reaction, it was perfectly normal. Especially since Pavel himself was very secretive and slow to trust. He knew that Zack could be trusted somewhat because Xcution had wanted him into their organization.

"I am not trying to be rude, Mr. Sanshin, Ms. Sanamizu. But put yourself in my shoes here. My power is the only card I have on this table, as for you I am sure each of you have a full hand." Pavel placed a single finger up, slowly and calmly he breathed in and out "Mr. Jensen, you take our form if invitation as if we were here for your life. As if this kind of deal is meant to harm you and give us benefits. But the fact that you require and asked for more information from the very people that could kill every single citizen in this city as if they were nothing. It proves to me that you want in." he spoke, walking towards one of the corpses he pulled out a wallet and inspected it "But before I answer your questions, I have to ask you about your organization." Pavel asked, walking back towards the table he placed the wallet onto the table "Your former employers. They name their employees by numbers? I assume you remember one of your fellow "assassins' seemed to have committed suicide in their own home. Tragic wasnt it." he continued to speak in a calm voice. He raised his hands as he sat down, staring Zack dead center in the eyes.

His dark brown eyes met Zack's Steel Gray eyes "This is not a threat. This is a promise, if there are any remnants that come after you, we will handle it. We will have it taken care of, granted you have that ability too." he placed his hands on the table "What are these powers? Why do I have them? What is Xcution? If you could find me so easily...it means you are big and have power. In the underworld there are rumors of this Xcution, I have heard a few rumors. I heard rumors you control everything, that you lead this world. Is this true?" Zack asked, suddenly his heart took over and not his brain "If you can find anyone, like you found me, is it possible you can fi-" "Now. Let us explain ourselves. Xcution, is the largest organization in the world. We are self proclaimed peace keepers, anything and everything that can related to politics, economy, the world in general can be linked to us. It will range from sabotage to assassinations. Anything that will break spirits. You may have heard about us in the underworld, we are darker than what the normal world would consider "Illuminati" We are larger, we do not exist to the normal world but we exist. We are ones worst nightmare when it comes to ending lives." Pavel continued to stare directly into Zack's eyes, ensuring that their eye contact never broke. "You, can calm down. Mr. Jensen. We have been ordered to bring you into our organization. Had we been ordered to Kill You, we wouldn't of done it in this manner."

"I am confused, I am sorry. Everything I know about this world......everything I thought I knew is changing. I have met a woman that can go through walls....a man who says he is hundreds or thousands of years old yet still a young man. I have started seeing things....things I saw as a child but was told was fake." "And that is perfectly understandable, Mr. Jensen. My first encounter with this world, it was interesting..." he softly spoke, "Yes. It was such a wild ride, especially at a young age." he closed his eyes and breathed in and out "Mr. Jensen, many of our people were not born into this world. In fact we were all given chances, opportunities to join yet we were scared. If I could show you the things I have done to get the job done, it would make simple assassinations seem like a day care jobs." his voice was calm, soothing, it did not raise in pitch or went out of control. Yet the message was a very large one, it was an emotional one. "An Atrocity is not measured by how many lives you have ruined, or how many bad guys you kill, it isnt measured by how many bad deeds you have committed in your life. It is whether you can commit the same horrendous action over and over again, and not lose sleep over it."

When he was done speaking that was when Zack had asked for more questions "Can you explain, all of this to me if I join you? Can you explain to me what the secrets are that normal people cannot see, or do?" Pavel chuckled, he nodded and shook his hand, he was sure to hold back for if he did not he would crush the man's hand as if it was nothing. "Of course. You will not only be capable of learning the things that the normal world is oblivious to, but you will be able to experience it yourself. That was when he asked the "most important" question "More importantly....what's the pay?" he continued to chuckle, at that moment a team of various men and women dressed in Hazard material suits rushed into the building, equipped with the high end cleaning supplies and replacement things they were beginning the process of cleaning. Every single wallet and all the money in the cash register was divided into three portions and given to the three assassins. These men and women were on the payroll of Xcution and were already taken care of. "Pay is the secondary part of our job. You will be paid according to your target and the job you do. But the true benefit is the fact that you will be changing the world."

[Shizuka Sanamizu ✮]

"Young ages? Have you guys forgotten I'm only eighteen?" Shizuka stomped her foot and stepped in front of Pavel. Blaize grunted and shook her head.

Only eighteen, but still Pavel's superior. She knew how to answer these questions and demanded attention at this point. She didn't care if anyone was older than her! It was getting super frustrating that she was being ignored this much! Shizuka examined Zackary and came to the ultimate conclusion that he was totally clueless. Well, who wouldn't be, right? He was new to this, and Shizuka remembered fondly of her introduction to Xcution. She remembered her aunt and her time with Kento (though the time with Kento wasn't really part of her "fond" memory), and everything came back to the first moment she realized she was a Fullbringer. It is confusing. It's very confusing, actually. She was surprised Zackary wasn't freaking out even more than he was now. Smiling as kindly as possible, she reached her hand out and grabbed his own.

"Zack. Can I call you that?" She ignored his answer. "So Zack, you know you have something special." Shizuka started towards the door and waved her hand, signaling for her dragon, and the others, to follow. "Why are you asking so many questions? Aren't you curious about your power now instead of the organization? Because anything we have is only to your benefit."

They'd all spent enough time in some disgusting, unattractive, broken building. Shizuka wanted OUT. Other people could take care of this mess, but she was so done with it. Glancing back, Blaize met Shizuka at her side and lowered herself towards the ground. Shizuka helped herself up on to her dragon's back, being careful to not "reveal" anything as she moved her skirt down in place. After scratching Blaize's head a little bit and hearing her soft roar of affection, she glanced back up towards the two men. She had every intention of heading somewhere else, but she was wondering if they would follow suit. Shizuka focused her eyes on Zackary one last time before offering for him to come with her and her smiling face quickly turned very serious. She wanted everything to be final.

"Zackary Jensen. You have been invited to join an elite organization, and more than that, a notorious group of assassins." Shizuka held her hand out in his direction, as if offering it to him. "All of your questions and comments will be answered fully. In order to do that, we must show you everything. I will demonstrate my abilities as the Russian will do the same. I expect great things from you, Mr. Jensen. You were chosen for a reason, and I'd hate to be disappointed." Her smile returned. "Will you join us?"