Nox's Story

Chem adjusted his jacket and ran a hand through his hair, which stood out irritatingly when walking through crowds of dark haired people in Japan. Standing out wasn't advantageous, at least in his experience. That thought is pointless at this point in time. Chem's thoughts automatically redirected themselves to the operation at hand. He double checked- no, that had to be the third time now- his person to be sure that all of his knives were present, especially the one he usually used to serve his obeisance. He also had to verify that there was a fresh roll of bandages in one of the inside pockets of his jacket. Satisfied that everything was ready, he glanced at the small group that was standing on the rooftop with him. He was the group leader and he'd already made sure to memorize the codenames of each of the people standing with him, especially the person who was his second in command. Carlisle Delanno, code name "Nox" was his second in command. Raelene Huxley, AKA "Osiris," Cory Melarni, designated as "Scapegoat," and Drake Michael, also known as "Dark Star" were his other three Contractor allies. Their Doll for the night was Tatsuo Takeshi, codename "Royal."

He ran through the plan one last time in his head, remembering what to do if something went wrong, to kill anyone who betrayed them, and to do anything in order to complete the mission. They were to sneak in through an open window, which Chem could see from where he was standing. From there they were to get to the penthouse. They were instructed to move through the main halls, despite the risk of being seen, and to use their powers to get to the penthouse. As they make their way up there, Chem was to leave a trail of blood in the halls as a backup plan in case Mr. Ito tried to run.

Satisfied that he remembered everything important for the time being, Chem turned to the group. "Nox, Osiris, Dark Star, Scapegoat, and Royal, it's showtime." although he would normally smile at his remark, Chem's face remained blank.
Picking up the crossbow-like device at his feet, he shot a line across to the window, tugging at the steel cord to be sure the arrow wouldn't come loose from their weight, he clipped the end of the line to the building they were on. Hooking his belt to the line, he nodded to the others and stepped off the side of the building, sliding right to the open window. Inside, he observed that the room was empty, likely that the occupants were currently at the gala several stories below in the main ballroom. He hardly waited for the others before he was out in the dimly lit hallway, having made sure that there were no employees present therein, he stepped back into the room and pulled up his left jacket sleeve and shirtsleeve, making sure they would stay before he swiftly removed a short blade from an inside pocket of his jacket and drew the blade down his exposed arm, following the lines of the dozens of still-healing scars that had been made in the last month.

Glancing back to be sure the four others had entered the building, he advanced into the hall surreptitiously, being careful to leave a mostly hidden trail of blood behind him on the carpet.

Osiris

The weight of the notepad and lighter against her hip seemed to be the only comfort Osiris could identify in the cold nights of Tokyo. The woman needed no other equipment within her reach, as her ability was to create weapons seemingly from thin air. This concept still hadn't quite sunk into her brain despite living for a month with this knowledge. Chem, their leader, had quizzed the team about the mission's plan multiple times before they had arrived at the Hotel. It was practically embedded in her brain, only an idiot could forget it at this point. Osiris, from the corner of her eye, examined the remaining members. She, had to admit, was impressed by how calm her comrades were. The woman had been on several missions before, but they had been done solely by herself. She was interested to see the capabilities of her team's powers and if they could co-exist nicely with her own.

"Nox, Osiris, Dark Star, Scapegoat, and Royal, it's showtime." Said Chem, with a stern face.
Osiris silently nodded in agreement and watched as their leader projected a cord towards the designated window. After he had disappeared into the room, she followed shortly after. Treading softly on the velvet carpet, the woman quickly exited the room and bounded swiftly after Chem who had somehow managed to create a several metre distance within the seconds they had used to slide down the chord. Her long blond hair galloped along her back as she lurched through the hallway - making sure her mouth or boots didn't utter a sound before doing so. She grimaced as blood dripped from the man's arm, her eyes reluctantly followed the trail and made sure to avoid it while still being firmly in pace.

Osiris slowed down to a walk as she approached the entrance of the main hallway - their leader was already making his way through the room. She scanned their surroundings with each step, ready to pounce on anything or anyone. Her fingers tingled with potential energy, prepared to summon a blade.

Cory stood high above the rest of Tokyo. He couldn’t help but feel the excitement of vertigo. Despite the excitement he didn’t allow himself to be corrupted from his concentration on the mission at hand. Like usual, his job was to protect the rest of the group. He was very capable in combat and strategies but his ability was more suited for support rather than aggression so his hands were more or less tied.


"Nox, Osiris, Dark Star, Scapegoat, and Royal, it's showtime." Chem said with some authority.

He slung down the rope and was soon followed by Osiris. Cory took his carabineer and housed it along the rope. Waited his allotted time to be a safe distance from Osiris and then launched himself off the roof. There was an almost instant peace in the feeling of flight. It was a secret delight to Cory that he wasn’t sure he should share as contractors tend to be as serious as they can while on missions. He crossed to the next building in a mere couple of minutes. With a flick of his wrist he was free and sailed through the open window. He tucked into a ball and rolled back up to his feet and was ready behind Osiris.

He was quick behind her as she paced through the hall and followed Chem who was dripping blood everywhere. They came to a main hall and Chem walked straight through without hesitation or a second glance. It wasn’t like him to be so careless; that was Cory’s job. Cory readied himself by stepping back into the hall and stretching his hands out forwards. Like an impossibly thin pane of glass into another world a portal was open large enough for him to step through. He would have to duck slightly but it was large enough to not be uncomfortable. His training was paying off. This portal allowed Cory to pass from one hallway to the other without passing through the main hall. He exited and stood waiting for the other team members so he could close it.

Chem had gone through one of the intersecting main hallways without a second glance. In his mind, it was logical to not look suspicious by glancing around every corner. A glance behind him revealed that Cory had created a portal to keep them from having to go through the main hallway. Chem wanted to call the man an idiot, but he didn't want to speak in the quiet hallway where there was the risk of being overheard. It was pointless to use his powers every time something came up, especially since the dimness of the hallways worked to their advantage in this situation. Shaking his head, Chem continued down the hallway without waiting for the others. At the junction with the next hall, Chem stopped and waited for the others to catch up. This was where they'd need to really start using their powers.

Staggering into the wall like he was drunk, he peered up the hallway. There seemed to be an elevator at the end of the hallway, but of course there were two guards guarding it, though Chem couldn't tell if they were armed or not.
Staggering backwards until he was out of sight of the two guards, Chem stood up straight and turned back to make sure the group had caught up to him. Turning to Osiris, he waved to catch her attention. "20 feet. Two guards." he gestured to show which direction down the hall the guards were. He trusted that she'd know what to do.

"Run after they're down. Elevator." he spoke shortly to the rest of the group, keeping his voice low.
"Royal. Cybil. Anything unusual?" he realized he should have asked that before sending Osiris to eliminate the guards, but it was too late to go back on that now. His voice was low as he spoke to their human contact and the Doll, but he knew they'd be able to hear him.

Osiris

Not with the slightest of hitches in her breath, the woman eventually managed to close the distance between her and Chem. She approached their leader warily, her sharp eyes still aware of any unknown presence. She jerked her head backwards to identify the progress of her comrades - the team was, more or less, together now. Osiris watched on, curious, as Chem ushered her towards him.
"20 feet. Two guards." She nodded in agreement, no other information was needed in order for Osiris to understand the meaning underneath.
I have to kill them, The woman thought hungrily. Easy.

She crouched behind the corner as the pupils of her eyes began to illuminate a startling crimson. From either side of her back, two thin black daggers quietly burst into existence. They continued to spiral and twirl seamlessly in mid-air for a short moment before abruptly shifting direction towards the enemies. The daggers propelled towards the guards, instantly hitting home - the heart. The pair immediately plummeted to the ground, shock evident in their faces. Without a second to lose, Osiris dashed towards the guards - a glowing scabbard manifesting on her hip. The scarlet pulsating light surrounding the long narrow weapon evaporated into the air, as Osiris swiftly unsheathed an ebony katana. While still in rhythm, she advanced towards the duo - who now lay vulnerable on the floor - and slashed off their heads without a second thought. They unceremoniously tumbled onto the ground, a thick trail of scarlet blood trailing from the severed neck.

The limp bodies blocked the way towards the elevator. Osiris shoved them away with the toe of her boot, disgust written across her dainty face. She looked down at her katana irritated, a line of their crimson body juices coated the edge of the blade. The woman pressed the elevator button and roughly shook her weapon around as she waited for the team to make their way towards her.