In a dimly lit room, an old man was looking over what appeared to be paper work. The room was lavishly furnished and high class. The man, with his face obscured by the environment took interest in a specific document.
[File - Unit 016-776
Name: ----------
Gender: Male
Age: ~19
Height: 5'11
Nickname: Typhoon
Physical Appearance: His build is lean and taut, honed by years of relentless physical training rather than brute mass. His movements are precise and economical, even when at rest. His hair is a vibrant shade of brown. It is curly and often tied up. His eyes are a deep, dark brown, often described as intense or unreadable. He appears remarkably undamaged.
Habits: He is often seen wearing a gray cloak with darker clothes underneath. He always wears gray gloves. -----
Abilities: -----
Origin: ----- ]
He read through the document, using his hand to follow the words on the paper. Despite his apparent old age and the dimness of the lights, his hands moved steadily while he worked. He got down to where it read Abilities.
[...The limit of his abilities have not been discerned...]
"Time for this one to retire. He is useful, but he draws way too much attention. His loyalty is questionable too. Maybe I should do the same for whoever raised this one as well."
He opened the drawer on the right side of his desk. He pulled out a piece of parchment that looked old, but crisp at the same time, as if it was made to look that way. He placed the sheet onto his desk and proceeded to write with an ordinary ball point pen.
[ Order of Retirement:
Unit X-016
Unit 016-776 ]
After writing out the order, a dark metal device appeared in his other hand. It appeared out of thin air, as if it had always been there. It looked like a wax seal stamping tool, but had no design on the stamping end. He placed the tool on the paper, and out of nowhere, a black wax-like substance appeared from below the device. He lifted it up, revealing a solid black seal with an intricate design imbued with a dense aura.
The paper slowly levitated slightly off the table before vanishing. It was without any dramatic flare... just gone.
Similar to the paper, the metal seal also vanished as soon as the old man let go of it.
The man then continued to look over various papers.
...
It was a short while later and the old man was almost finished with his work.
Suddenly, he looked up from his work. "That was faster than expected" he said. "Come in." Although there was no knock at the door nor any sound for that matter, the old man commanded for someone to enter his study.
The door opened and revealed two men in the door. One of the men matched the description in the document. His face was young and stoic, and he wore a gold trimmed gray cloak with a black, unrestrictive outfit underneath. The other man was older and slightly taller. He had short gray hair and a trimmed beard. He also wore dark colors, but he did not wear a cloak.
"Grandmaster" Both of the men greeted the old man respectfully.
"Grandmaster, if I may..." the older of the two spoke up.
"Speak"
"I get why I would retire, but my disciple retire can still be useful for the organization." The man spoke with genuine care for the organization.
The old man did not respond and instead opened another drawer in his desk. he pulled out a small bowl. Inside were many small hard candies.
"Here. Eat one of these. It will erase your memory of the organization one hour after consumption. Once you eat it, leave the facility and do whatever. You will no longer have any affiliation to the organization. You will both receive monetary compensation when you leave. Now eat one."
'Does he think we are stupid or something?' The younger man looked at the bowl of candies with an blank expression. 'These are covered in ominous curses and magical poisons. He just wants to kill us.'
"Yes Grandmaster." The older of the two men did not hesitate and approached the bowl. He took a single candy and popped it in his mouth.
'So the delay wasn't a lie. Dammit, what do I do? I was really hoping this was a real chance to leave this organization.'
The old man and the older man both stared at the young man.
"I thought I taught you this already. Don't question your orders. You live and die for the organization." The young man's teacher wore a stern look while reprimanding his disciple.
"No. Fuck that" The young man channeled magical energy within himself before vanishing from that spot. Grey light crackled in the spot he left behind as the air rushed to fill in the void.
With the shift in atmosphere of the room, papers on the desk were about to fly. But they were stopped as the fist of the old man came crashing down, pinning the papers to the desk.
*Bang*
"Dammit, you taught him teleportation magic!?" The old man, who's face was still obscured was furious. He quickly opened the drawer on the right.
"N-no Grandmaster, I swear I did not teach him any magic. I only taught him the standard assassination techniques."
"Whatever, get out of my sight and find a good place to spend the rest of your life" Still clearly angered, the old man took another piece of parchment from the drawer. He quickly started to write on the paper
[ Executive K~~~ ]
...
In a large underground facility, hundreds of people were walking around and conversing in a large room. The room was like its own underground city. The entire room resembled the inside of an open cave. It had giant pillars with ornate designs made of marble and other rare earths to support the rock above.
The cave had a large light source high up in the center. It was like a miniature sun, radiating both light and heat. There were many other similar light sources scattered around the underground facility, albeit much smaller.
In what looked like the city square, there was a large rectangular black pillar that was at least five stories tall. It had many words on it, changing every so often. Some words were golden, some were silver, some were bronze. But after a couple moments, two lines of dark red appeared near the top of the black pillar.
[ExecutiveKill Order
Unit 016-776 (Typhoon) Location: --- ]
Everyone in the area looked at the two names. Some showed no reaction, others had smiles on their faces.
"Finally a fun request, hehe" one remarked as he unsheathed a large razor edged dagger.
All of the people in the city carried weapons. Swords, knives, guns, explosives, etcetera. If you can name it, it can be found in the city.
Upon seeing the Executive Order, some immediately pulled out their weapon of choice and started running towards a certain part of the city.
Walking quickly through the streets of the underground city was a certain man with brown hair, wearing a gray cloak. He was walking towards the edge of the large cavern where one could see a large arch looking structure.
The arch was a few stories tall and instead of doors or a gate, there was a swirling portal. It was like a whirlpool, but instead of water, it was made of a dark blue cloud with particles of bright light intermixed like a sea of stars within the clouds.
'Almost there' Typhoon let out a sigh of relief in his head
Just before he could enter the portal, the magical cloud turned a deep red color.
"Hmmm"
When he tried to enter, it was as if he was touching a solid wall.
"This may take a bit." He said under his breath.
A bullet whizzed past his face, grazing his cheek. He quickly turned around to see many people running towards him from multiple directions.
More bullets came, this time blocked by an invisible barrier. As the bullets neared Typhoon, the bullets would stop dead in its track, releasing a gray shockwave of energy along the invisible force field as they crumpled into flat metal disks.
'Need to hurry' He turned back around, facing the portal once again, and started infusing magical energy into it.
Many projectiles continued to bombard the force field as he worked. Gradually, around his palm, the cloud-like force that made up the portal started to transform from a dark red to gray.
Soon, the gray area had reached the size of an adult human. Just in time for the many pursuers to reach him, he entered the small area of the portal he had taken control of. He disappeared from the view of the many people chasing. The gray spot in the portal almost instantly reverted to the dark red color.
...
'guess I don't know enough about portal magic huh' He chuckled in his head after seeing where he ended up.
He tumbled through the air.
Blue skies. White clouds. He could see the real sun in the sky, burning a bright yellow that forced his eyes to adjust. There was no ground beneath him at the moment. There was... But it was at least a few kilometers below him.
Typhoon sighed. "Not the kind of retirement I wanted. But what can you do?"
He adjusted his bellowing cloak, and got comfortable for the long fall down.