Gabriel had gotten the message three days ago while on his family’s estate in Africa he having come up with a quick story for why he had to leave for France in such a hurry due to his family being unaware of his true job as an assassin. His family had been told he is a CEO of a company named Light Soft which was actually the name of the company he habitually worked under. As he arrives in France he is greeted by an old friend from the university he had supposedly attended, though they were both assassins who were recruited on their senior years of high school and had attended a secret training school named Labyrinth,” Bonjour Axel,” he proclaimed at the sight of his friend he had not seen in almost three years,” Il été trop long.”

“you always did speak better French than me,” said Axel as they walked to the black limo waiting for them,” I hear you’re here on business from an unknown employer.”

“That I am but I have an idea of who it is,” the limo driver gets out and opens the car door for them he knowing not to try and take Gabriel’s bag after his many years of driving around assassins.

As they get in the limo Axel asks,” So where do you meet this client?”

“you know I can’t tell you that even if I wanted too,” he sits on the other end of the limo from Axel and adjusts his suit as the limo driver closes the door,” although in the case I am a mark I could use someone undercover if it comes to the worst and I need help.”

“So where to sir?” asks the limo driver as he gets in the car and closes his door.

“The Hotel de Crillon,” Gabriel opens a bottle of Wine and pours himself a glass then he sipping it while he thinks,” I will allow you to come with me but you have to stay hidden.”

“Deal,” Axel sits back pulling two pistols out of his suit jacket and siting them in the chair beside him,” I never liked carrying those around,” he pours himself a glass of wine,” now where are we going to be meeting this client?”

“The base of the Eiffel tower at midnight tonight but until then I intend to go see Rosaline since I’m in town and she is always good for information on clients.”

The wind blew a gentle breeze upon the cold harsh climates of the Altai Mountain located near the tip of Mongolia and Russia, where Draco sat in the lotus position with nothing but his Blue Jeans which have now turned a light blue gray color due to the rough, non-stop traveling it's master has been on. His shirt hung up on a branch which was covered with frost. The mountain range was deadly silent except for the breeze that blew on Draco's face, gently waving his slick back hair back and fourth across his closed eyes. There was a feeling of calmness in the air until he spoke. "So you came," Draco's calm and smooth voice carried off throughout the mountain range, "it's about time."
Draco opened his eyes breaking is meditation. For a quick second his brown eyes seemed to flash a bit of red, the same color as blood. Still sitting in a lotus position he looked at the sky as if to remember something that he has lost a long time ago.
"Only 12 more hours to go and I am there." Whispered Draco to himself, and then turned his head around to greet the stranger.
"You've come a long way Draco," said the figure arriving in boots and snow coat.
"Indeed I have, but I still have some way to go." Replied Draco, flashing a smile.
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Three days ago Draco was living peacefully in his home town on the plains of Nonsan, a small village in South Korea. Though he could have chosen to live at a bigger city such as Seoul, he chose this small rural area because it was beautiful and did not have any factories to pollute the blue sky. Draco was in the middle of training the young ones around the village when a transmission showed up on his long forgotten mercenary radar. It had been months since he had gotten a mission, and he was happy that way, but something about the name of Dream Space made it hard for him to decline.
Draco had heard of Dream Space before, but he was not sure when, or where for that matter. His past has been obliterated by a fatal accident: A sever damage to the head, but miraculously he survived. Draco scrunched his face and a frown was descending upon his face. He closed his eyes and thought deeply on what he should do. He did not want to go back to the bloody way of the mercenary, but then again Dream Space might reveal something about his past. A soft hand touched his shoulder.
"If you want to go, then you should," said a voice which sounded as soothe as the waves crashing against the shore.
"But I don't want to go. I don't want become the horrible beast I was, Nora"
"You control who you are, Draco. It has been months now, but you never were a beast nor are you ever going to be"
"How do you know? What if I can't control myself? What if- What if I repeat the same mistakes that I-" Draco's voice was uptight and choppy. It was very unusual for him to act that way around people, but Nora was different.
"You can control yourself and you will" Nora gave a weak smile, and then put a necklace around him. "Just remember that I will always be there for you, no matter how far apart we are."
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"So, is my sword ready to go, Doktor?" asked Draco, who was now standing up and putting his clothes back on.
"Of course, they don't call me the great swordsman for nothing," Chuckled Doktor "Here is your Breserk Sword, refined and stronger than ever."
Doktor handed a capsule to Draco, who took it anxiously. Draco opened the cap and out came the flaming bright sword blazing stronger than the sun.
"Just like it was, when it was first made." Exclaimed Draco
"Even better than it was, my friend, I mean sure the outside may be the same but the inside of it is reinforced with the toughest metal you can find to that it is flexible, and can cut even a forest down as if it was like butter."
"Well lets test it out then, shall we?"
Draco took the sword in his hand and made his way over to a steep hill. Quickly he jumped and with a mighty yell sliced the top of the mountain to the bottom. Soon after he landed the mountain crumbled. Doktor laughed.
"Still haven't weakened have ya? Hahaha! It seems like you grow stronger ever time I see you."
"Thank you Doktor for the compliment and for the fine sword, however I must be on my way."
Draco uncapped the remaining capsules he had and out came his golden armor and his shield. He quickly equipped them both.
"Why are you uncapping all your things here? You need to go to Paris, correct?"
"Yes"
"Then you should uncap them when you get there. You still have 1500 miles left."
"Which is exactly why I am putting my equipments on right now; so I can get used to the equipment and won't slow me down in real combat."
"You never change do ya old sport?"
"I guess not. Thank you for the sword, and I am sorry for leaving so abruptly"
"Wait, can I offer you a ride?"
"A ride won't be necessary. I need to train more on my endurance anyway"
"Then will you have food with me?"
"No can do Docktor, I am running out of time."
"Heh, I knew you would decline to all this, so I brought you these." Docktor took out five more capsules.
"What are these?"
"These my friend is the elixir."
"You mean the elixir?"
"That's correct"
"But howd' you-"
"shhh.. Let's just say I have been studying hard"
"So you did it"
"Yes but each one takes about a month to make"
"And you are giving them to me?"
"Not all of them of course, but some." Docktor started to grin "It seems like you would need them more than scrawny old me"
"Thank you so much Docktor, for everything"
"Heh, just promise me to come back and visit me sometimes."
"Will do," Draco shouted as he started to take off "bye"
"Goodbye, and come back safe" whispered Docktor.
The elixir: a potion that cures any state and brings a person to top notch conditions. With the help of his good old friend, Draco was able to obtain the elixir, and the newly refined Breserker Sword. However, Draco's mission just begun. With only 13hours left Draco raced to go to Paris.

Fatima collapsed back into the chaise long, red faced and breathless. The rose hue of the lampshade caught the haze of the incense, creating an ambience that hinted of something somewhere between the romantic and the diabolical.

"Hakim," she panted, "my husband was due back fifteen minutes ago, you certainly have no fear do you?"

Nearby, Miguel was buttoning his shirt and fixing his hair. He smiled when he heard his pseudonym being spoken with such affection. "Hakim"...trust a French socialite woman to be fooled into mistakening a South American for a North African.

"Well cherie, I do hate to leave a job unfinished." he sneered.

There was a sound from downstairs. A key turning in the lock. A look of panic spread across Jospehine's face.

"What will you do?" she said in a harsh whisper. Miguel put a finger to his lips calmly and shook his head. He grabbed his jacket, pulled it over his shoulders, and sauntered over to the en suite bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

Josephine hastilly got up and pulled a dressing gown about herself. Moment later, her husband appeared in the doorway, looking around in confusion at the scene.

"Quel est tout ceci?" he demanded.

"Une surprise," Jospehine replied with a fake, nervous smile, holding up a freshly poured glass of champaigne, "pour tu, mon cherie."

"Me pensez-vous suis-vous un idiot?!" her husband said angrilly, before storming around the room looking for any trace of the third party he was sure was hiding somewhere. When his efforts produced nothing, he looked at the en suite door, then back at his wife, pointing at the door and raising his eyebrows in a final ultimatum for her to admit the truth before he found out for himself. When she said nothing, but merely chewed her bottom lip awkwardly, he opened the door, nearly pulling it off his hinges.

Behind it, there was nothing. Not a trace.

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In the street below Miguel strode casually away from the apartment block. He'd been in Paris for almost a week. The briefing at the Eiffel Tower was an appealing prospect, and he'd remained focused on being prepared for it. But that didn't mean he couldn't arrive a little early and enjoy the delights of the romance capital of the world...

Soon, he was back at the bed and breakfast he'd been staying at. A low-key, modest inn that asked a suitably low number of questions of it's guests. Going up to his room, he left all his clothes in the wardrobe; no need to burden himself with them, no doubt he'd be able to afford to replace them all with the pay he'd get from this job. He simply took out the steel briefcase that was slid under the bed, and the canvas hold all that contained a few sundries, a kevlar vest...as well as a samoan war axe. A collectors item, if any official happened to ask. The briefcase contained his MP5 and knifes.

Going downstairs, he checked out nonchallantly, and exited into the paris night. Still a few hours before the rendezvous, so he decided to take a walk through the champs elysée...plenty of coloursful characters there, he'd unlikely be noticed.

Aiden drove her new car into Paris. It had taken her forever to make the damned thing but it was worth every bit of her attention. The Camaro drove silently through the night, surpassing the speed limit by a hell of a lot more than was legal, which was the main reason why she did most of her driving during the night. She had delayed a bit on the call so now she had around 25 hours to get to Paris, which would be more than easy for her. She had quite the lead foot but she figured it was okay, considering her superior driving and her superior status than cops which got her out of tickets more than a few times.

The car's phone started to ring and Aiden answered it with a grin.

"Kyle, what are you doing calling me?" She asked, knowing from the ringtone just who it was.

"Come on Aiden, you know why, you just upped and left without so much as a word. You didn't even pack," He answered her, his voice sounding more than a little pissed and it made Aiden laugh. She had become friends with Kyle when she started to work for the government, a lanky, socially awkward guy who had unfortunate luck but was a genius when it came to computers and hacking.

"Secret. But tell me, I need some information on a guy named Zagure Matalara, care to figure it out for me?" She asked with a small giggle, knowing he would.

"Fine, but I'm pissed off at you, remember that," She could practically hear the smile in his voice that followed along with quick tapping noises from the keyboard and a small beeping noise shortly after. "There's hardly anything. These files are things I can't even hack," a squeak answered.

"Thanks Kyle, see you around," She said then hung up the phone. It was what she had figured, it was someone important she was retrieving. Someone that Kyle couldn't even hack files into, which was extremely rare. He must have been some really important guy. From what she had gotten from the phone he was a scientist of some sort, which was somewhat impressive in Aiden's eyes. She was a bright girl but she didn't understand the notions of virus strands and DNA and other things of those sorts.

She turned the radio up and started to play some Green Day, tapping her fingers on the wheel along with the beat and trying to drown the thoughts of her head.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Aiden pulled into a small three star hotel six hours later. Her tastes weren't lavish, which served her all the better. Questions were usually asked when pulling into a hotel at five in the morning with no baggage. She got out of her car with her purse and locked her car, walking into the hotel.

"A room for one please," She told the bell boy who jumped a little when she entered the building. She pulled out a fake ID and gave it to him along with the payment for the night and she received her keys. She hated leaving traces, it made her easy to find.

She got into the small room and immediately locked the door and put the hatch down. She crawled over to her bed and set an alarm for five. It would give her a good enough rest as well as time to prepare herself. She placed her gun under the pillow out of paranoia and fell asleep soon after.

Walking in to the open air of Paris Bestia he removed his hat and smiled, "Finally off that damned train!". The file came as the others used to but now with text and a promise of a large pay check. Wanting to repay his adoptive father he asked his blessing then left for Bosnia where he had a gear cache then onward to Paris for his briefing the following day. With plenty of time and little money he rented a small apartment for two days. With most of his gear hidden away he strolled the Nightlife of Paris towards the city's trademark tower, hoping no one asked about the bag slung across his back Wandering the streets of Paris is often said to be dangerous but the with a laugh and a smile the young man made friends and a few enemies of partners jealous of the others interest in him. "It seemed so small at my apartment." he thought as he strode nearer to the massive monument. After spending time getting to know the locale in people and culture he was going to be late for the briefing if he didn't pick up his pace. As he was jumping from rooftop to rooftop he saw a shadowy looking man exit his small apartment and could tell he wasn't native by his steel case and canvas bag that he was a soldier for hire. By staying above it he gained ground quickly and spotted a clearly armored White Limo moving and a nonchalant pace in what seemed a random pattern though always towards the Tower. With the night clear and crisp he leaped into a square and begun to make spontaneous friends but never completely stopping on his way.

Gabriel and Axel walk out from their meeting with Rosaline both looking shocked at the small amount of information they got from her,” how could Rosaline not even know who these people are?” asked Axel amazed.

“Simple, they don’t want her to know,” Gabriel turns around and looks at Axel,” what time is it?” he asks as he remembers the meeting.

Axel looks at his watch,”11:45 why?... the meeting!” he darts for the car jumping and sliding across the top before getting in on the other side of car as Gabriel.

”Driver get us to the Eifel tower now!” the car speeds off to their destination the traffic not being bad at all though there is very little convorsation in the car as they both preparing to meet this new client.

They just barely make it just on time as Gabriel gets out of the car and points at Axel stating very flatly,” stay put unless your needed,” then goes walks away to under the Eiffel tower he looking around for this new client he was supposed to meet he not noticing the portals that open under him and the five others they each falling into a room with no light only the sound of weapons being drawn, in response pulling out his pistols in the event of an ambush.

A flip of a switch to fire as his feet touched the ground, "What is going on!". Upset at being thrown into pitch black it took him a few seconds to remember the torch on his rifle. *Click* The torch is warm in his hand but the darkness swallowed the beam as if it had never been there. Hearing the sound of many weapons priming and turning off the safety he changed to automatic fearing it could become worse. After getting run into he said,
"Now lets all be calm and not kill someone with the lights out. Okay?".
After this he merely waited for the response.

As soon as Aiden had landed into the dark room she pulled out her pistol and took the safety off. She didn't know what was happening but she was pretty certain it was an ambush. She tried to back up hoping to get her back against a wall so no one would be able to get her from behind but she just ended up tripping on something and falling to the ground. She cursed softly under her breath and froze when she heard a masculine voice speak. She tried to remember the five other people who had been standing with her but unfortunately she hadn't been paying attention.

"If someone's gonna be killed it'll probably be us. Why else would we fall into a black pit?" She asked. She stood up again, dusting her legs off as she put pointed the pistol to the ground, just in case it fired she didn't want to kill one of the others. She sighed softly and squinted in the darkness; it was too dark, she wouldn’t be able to see a thing even if her eyes had adjusted.

She once more tried to move around and jumped when she felt her hand touch someone else. Relying on instinct she grabbed the arm she had touched and put the person in a lock. She quickly let go and backed off when she realize that it was a man from the feel and height of the person and therefore probably someone on her team.

"Sorry about that," She told the person she couldn't see and put the safety back on her gun. She doubted there would be an ambush; it was taking them too long to do anything. It would’ve been opportune to attack them right away if there was an ambush considering they were all professional killers.

Miguel hadn't paid much mind as people arrived at the rendevouz point, and had been pretty much zoned out waiting for something to happen when they were all plunged into darkness. God knows how. But he landed awkwardly and struggled to get up as the sound of weapons being readied crescendoes into a harrowing cacophony.

As he rose he stumbled sidewise and felt something catch his arm...and before he knew it he was twisted around 180 degrees with his arm up his back.

"The f------what are you doing?" he shouted.

"Sorry about that." a female voice replied, before releasing him. Miguel lurched away, blind in the pitch blackness, and swing his legs around trying to locate his case and bag - without which he was unarmed. But he'd moved too much and couldn't find them. Reluctantly, and without the slightest idea what was going on, he held his hands out open in front of him - beads of sweat gathering on his forehead - and waited to see what would happen.

The conflict is heard by Gabriel he laughing softly," im in a room with fools," as the lights turn on in the room Gabriel noticed the three others in the room before puting his guns away before looking around at where they are it having the look of a gymnasium for acrobats and body builders,” where in the h-ll are we?” He looks at the door just as a group of people in lab coats come walking in.

“welcome to basic training,” the scientist walk into the room and watch the soldiers who have pulled out weapons,” those will not be needed for now," stated the lead scientist as he pulled out a clip board.

Well if being thrown into a dark room with no warning wasn't bad enough now were being trained to do what we do best already.

After the lab coated men took his firearms away he was instructed "Start at a station you are comfortable with and we will rotate you we feel you have shown your full ability." To himself he said "Wonderful I'm a spectacle now.".


He ambled over to the complex section of inter-crossing poles and small platforms towering a few dozen yards into the air and quickly wove and jumped his way to the top before getting onto the warehouse style buildings rafters and air ducts to see the whole structure.

Surprised at the massive sprawl he saw and realized this was a huge building and most likely underground. With almost unnatural agility he made his way down quicker than his way up.

"That is enough sir please find your next strong suit."

Miguel relaxed slightly when the lights came on and he realised they it wasn't an ambush. But many questions were still filling his mind.

"Basic training?" Miguel protested. "Is anyone going to explain what's going on? What does this basic training involve?"