By EliadS

Disclaimer: Mole and Adam Winters belong to Phil Urich. Xavier, Jason and Tonomi are mine, and Ibuki and Rose are Capcom’s. And as before, a lil more maturity, and some sexual implications here, no nudity but a lil' hot situations, you'll see if you like.  Now that that is clear, onward to the chapter ^_^.

Chapter 33

** Hours after Mole's chit chat with Geki, Mole's place **

Mole is sitting in his office, he had recently woken up. And his mind was far from clear, and also his mood was far from light and happy. A heavy decision had been forced upon him by the threats of the Shinobi Master known as Geki.

His office is silent; the room shroud in a semi illuminated blanket of shadows. He's sitting beside his desk, a pile of papers spread across it, the chaotic mess of paperwork being the monthly expenses of his restaurant. He puts the paper down and sighs. Thinking of his predicament once more and look into space as he ponders on it.

One would think such a burden wouldn't easy on Mole. On one hand his friend, employee and source of great wealth and success in the fixing business Adam was being tagged by the Ninja clan, a sign that bore no good in it. On the other hand, he had himself to worry about.

"My life? Or Adam's? My life? Or Adam's? Hmm...Sorry buddy, it's a doggy dog's world, I got money to make, with you or without you, don't really have a choice." He thinks and shrugs.

"Ya win some, ya lose some, Adam's good, but I could find someone else, and I ain't getting in trouble with those whacko ninja b*stards again, I got enough trouble as it is" He thinks and decides to obey Geki's order.

It seems as if fate had already begun to work upon his decision as immediately after he thinks the last part a knock is heard on his door. "Who is it?" Mole asks flatly, getting back to his bills, now with a clear mind and heart knowing what he'll do.

"It's me, Adam," A voice speaks from behind the closed door. Mole blinks, he didn't think he'd have to lie to him so soon, he didn't even have time to recite what he'd say, or think on how to convey his thoughts.

"Come in Winters..." He says and puts down his papers while sighing lightly under his breath. Adam enters the room, closing the door behind him.

He's wearing a black leather jacket, a red T-Shirt and some black jeans, a casual outfit, one of a sort he used whenever he was trying to avoid unwanted attention.

"You've got impeccable timing m'boy, I was just gonna call you anyway, sit down I got to talk to you" Mole says, his lips curling into a small smile as he sits straight. His Skinny features become dead serious soon after, a cold mask to hide his thoughts and emotions.

"So what the h*ll's wrong? Why won't people hire me Mole?" Adam asks, always one to get to the point and not gallop around in circles. His tone tense, and his eyes focusing into the Chinese man's, demanding an answer, for it's obvious he isn't fond of the lost of employment, not one bit.

"Adam m'boy, It seems you've messed with the wrong people," Mole says, licking his lower lip "How do I say this, without giving you an heart attack" Mole muses to himself.

"Get to the point, your fancy words never did work on me, lay it on me, cold and fair" Adam says, sighing lightly before looking at Mole again, his face serious and he was obviously paying attention to each detail Mole was about to voice.

"You've f**ked with the Shinobi somehow Adam, I don't know how, or what they want, but they're seriously p*ssed off. So they've let out the word on the street, that until further notice any person that hires you, is crossing them directly," Mole says, his tone not changing throughout his report, his eyes locking with Adam's.

"D*mn, I didn't know they're that peeved, I'm gonna call that Vibora, and I'll make her talk, oh yes, I wanna know exactly why those freaking ninjas wanna skin me alive. And if they've went so far, her last explanation was a bluff, I don't like lies, it ain't good for business." He thinks and shakes his head lightly.

"But..." Mole says lowly, bringing Adam out of his short daze and snapping him back to attention. "I have found one client who's willing to hire you, he's even left me the details here"

Adam smiles "Oh Mole, you're the best, so what's the pay? How much will I get?" Adam asks eagerly, the urge to work quite obvious in his eyes, his work probably the passion of his life.

"Slow down Adam, he was quite reluctant, he told me to pass on this, get the item first, then he'll negotiate the payment," Mole says, lying through his teeth perfectly, not a twitch, not a blink, nothing gives in his perfect lie.

"What? You're kidding? I hate jobs like this, I don't like misinformation and you know it" Adam says, sighing and shaking his head lightly.

"Hey, don't blame me. I'm not the one, who got himself deep in the mud with the most deadly assassin guild in Japan. So take it or leave it, and in your current situation, I advise you don't leave it" Mole says, hinting to Adam just how severe the Shinobi's words have been to his number or available employers.

Adam seems to get lost in thought, looking into space and rubbing his chin. "What do I do? Should I risk it? I mean, I made a promise I wouldn't get myself into these things, they're nothing but trouble...but, I don't really have a choice, d*mn, why do I feel I've just gotten myself deeper into this muck" Adam thinks and sighs.

"You're right, I don't have a choice, gimme the folder, I'll do it" He says, his voice tired and wary. Despite his doubts he takes it and nods his head "Thanks Mole, I'll contact you when I have the item," Adam says and stands up.

Mole nods "Indeed...good luck Adam" He says as he hears Adam exits his office. "You'll need it m'boy, you'll need it" he thinks and sighs, returning to his bills.


** Meanwhile, Negev Desert, Israel **

Xavier is standing in the scorching sunlight, his purple hair, the bright rays reflect on his black uniform, granting him more heat than he'd like to feel, sweat dropping down his forehead, the small drops adorning his skin.

In his arms he is cradling the prone and sleeping form of Rose. Her pale complexion and bruises are quite apparent now as she is exposed to the golden rays of the sun. Xavier looks down at her face and purses his lips.

"So Fragile, so weak, yet she holds a aura of beauty, serenity. How could that heathen, hurt you like this? You may disapprove, but he will pay, this I vow...mother" Xavier whispers.

Then his eyes glow in furious purple, soon a purplish aura surrounds a very large area. The aura intensifies slowly, and shows the outline of a massive aircraft. The aura then flashes once and a huge chrome black aircraft is revealed.

Its aerodynamic hull is shaped in the vague shape of the American black bird, also containing it's radar jamming capabilities. He motions with his hand, and a door opens at it's side, a small stairway descends from it's bowels and Xavier walks toward it, his boots leaving deep imprints in the soft sand.

Xavier can't help but be impressed by his transportation each time he gazes upon it; the jet is the newest of his scientists' designs. The massive golden emblem of Shadowlaw painted on the wings, marking the power and capabilities of the organization.

Though no law enforcement team could prove Shadowlaw still lives, Xavier made sure of that, for almost 3 years now, he had secured Shadowlaw's resources, keeping them intact and also expanding them stealthily.

He had learned from his father's mistakes, he would not blindly enter conflict with the entire known world, not before superiority was ensured. Then, he would strike and fulfill the dream he had inherited from his father, to rule the world, though not in anyway like his father envisioned it, he would rule for himself and not humanity.

He carries Rose into the craft and carries her into a small cabin he had ordered constructed. Usually his, he know left it for his mother. He had left her clothing on the bed of the small room, for now he would let her sleep.

He removes the blankets with his powers and lays his mother on the soft mattress. He soon covers her up gently and brushes some strands of loose purple hair that fall limply on her forehead. He looks down at his mother warmly and turns to leave.

Then he closes the door and activates the anti pressure system in the room. Thus making the room completely safe from the ships rocking and shuddering and with perfect temperature and humidity.

When they'd reach his Thailand-based, he'd feed her and let her bath and rest. Then he'd see how he could help her, he'd do anything for his mother, and she was now the lost link to his past. A past he lost and now wants to retrieve.

He sits down in the pilot's seat and sighs audibly. "I wonder how that fool Jason has faired. Let's check on my little cyborg, hmm..." Xavier thinks and leans back, closing his eyes and concentrating his psychic potential, his eyelids revealing his actions by the soft purple glow seen at the corners of his eyelids.

"Jason...Jason...can you read me you pile of scrap metal?" Xavier sends, his psychic force traveling through the natural Chi waves of the planet earth. He then spasms lightly as he passes over another powerful essence, Akuma"

He flinches at sudden flashes before his eyes, he can see death, pain, torture, angst. All created by the foul demonic being he has accidentally crossed by in his psychic beacon.

"Akuma...another threat to be dealt with some day, but now wasn't the time, he had other troubles to worry about, Now where was I? Oh yes...Jason..." He thinks and pushed down the horrid visions.

Finally he reaches the mind of his minion and sighs "Jason...report..." He mutters to him mentally. He catches the thoughts of his minion and blinks "Interesting...so William was stronger than I had expected...well least I didn't have to rebuild him like I thought I would..." He thinks and shrugs.

"Master...I...I've succeeded in the task, William Greystone is no more..." Jason replies. Xavier chuckles darkly and smiles a sinister smile.

"Excellent, excellent work my minion, you make me proud. And what of you? What is your damage report Jason?" Xavier questions while leaning back into his chair and inhaling deeply.

"Skin tissue completely incinerated, internal damage rate 30 percent, external damage percentile at 80. Eye circuitry faltering, heat and motion vision dysfunctional. Require immediate repairs within the next 30 hours." Jason replies in a robotic mental tone, switching on his systems automated damage sensors.

Xavier nods to himself "I see...so how did this psychic become such a difficulty with the shields I added to your systems?" Xavier asks curiously, smirking lightly to himself.

"He was not only a psychic milord, he was a Pyrokinetic. A very powerful Pyrokinetic. But he had been subdued and erased, as well as his mansion, the press will report of it shortly I presume, so you will be able to see the carnage I left in my passing." He sends to Xavier.

Xavier shakes his head; he picks up vibrations of perverted satisfaction, sadistic glee from the psyche of his most powerful cyborg. He feels disgusted by his lackey's twisted love of death, but also knows that's the main reason he chose him for the cyborg transformation process.

"I will send repair crew nine to your location, remain hidden at all times, and they shall pick you up shortly, and patch you up. Just be patient and don't get into more trouble, hold your malice at bay, I have other ways to exploit soon." Xavier sends.

Jason grunts "Ok milord, It shall be done, I shall remain in position." He replies.

"Good," Xavier replies and then severs the psychic link. He then opens his eyes and they retain their original ghastly white color. He then moves to operate the plane's controls. He activates the engine and they ignite with mighty power.

The ship shakes violently for a few moments before catapulting into the skies, the thrusters burning with furious oxygen induced flames that are more than sufficient to push the ship off the ground.

Then like a bullet carving through the air, the airship sails forward, it's mighty afterburners leaving it propelling forward with enormous velocity.

** Hours later, evening, Streets of Tokyo, Japan **

Ibuki is standing outside a building. She is wearing a black trench coat and glancing around at the streets. Her brown eyes are narrowed and calculating. The wind blows softly, brushing some loose strands of her long black hair.

She smiles a faint smile and brushes them aside, from blocking her view. The streets are quiet and it is quite late in the evening. She is waiting for her contact.

"He's late, It's not like Tonomi-San to be late, something is wrong..." She whispers to herself before she smirks and turns around quickly. "Boo!" she loudly all of a sudden.

A black clad ninja gasps in surprise and leaps up. He pants in a slightly irate tone while glaring at Ibuki "What're you trying to do?! Gimme a heart attack?" he asks.

Ibuki grins mischievously while giggling. "I only beat you to it, admit it Tonomi. Actually you don't have to, cause I know you too well by now" she says lowly and slowly calms down, her chuckling becoming soft.

The ninjas shift from venom to warmth as he chuckles as well and smiles under his mask, though only the dimples he has show this. "It's been done Ibuki, Sensei's arranged it for you, but he says he has a mission for you, as soon as you finish this problem with the "ghost"." Tonomi says with a small sigh.

Ibuki raises a brow, "I see...tell me more Tonomi" she says softly and walks into a more shadowy place as the moon shifts position, so they remain concealed at all times.

"Clever girl, you always did have a natural talent for the arts" Tonomi comments while smiling to himself, having a hard time not admiring the younger woman he are talking to with an appreciating smile.

"She's wise, cunning, humorous and stunningly beautiful she was in his eyes perfect, but I doubt she thinks the same of me, So I guess I should forget about such thoughts..." therefore he pushed these thoughts aside to concentrate on business.

"What would Sensei have me do?" Ibuki asks in just above a whisper, huddling close to him, to remain in the shadows. She has a hard time hiding a pink shade he cheeks acquire and the way her heartbeat grows faster as well as her breathing.

She has always been attracted and had a massive crush on him, of all aspects of this fellow Shinobi man. Ever since she met him, he was kind, funny, witty and polite, always respecting and understanding toward her and her feelings.

And now they were standing so close, she could practically smell his scent, feel his breath on her face, it made tingles pass through her as she closes her eyes and purses her lips to keep under control, thankful for the blanket of darkness which conceals these facts.

But she knows this isn't the time, she'd have to try later, and once she wasn't burdened by the trouble she has now. She smiles at the prospect of the thought and sighs lightly under her breath.

"He...He wants you to challenge a ninja from a rival ninja clan, the woman seems to be spreading the word that she is the strongest female ninja in Japan, and people are starting to believe her. He wants you to remind our Japanese brethren who is the real ninja clan that controls Japan's shadow world" He says.

Ibuki nods "I'll do it, once I finish dealing with Winters, tell him that...ok?" she says quietly, looking into his eyes, to hence her seriousness, and because they're so stunning in her opinion, though she'd never admit it out loud.

He nods slowly "Ok Ibuki, I'll do that. You be careful now, come back safe to us, ya hear?" he whispers. His eyes show concern, but his tone is neutral with only a touch of warmth coating, but is enough for Ibuki to pick up.

She smiles and nods "I will, don't worry Tonomi, I can manage, thank you for your help, I really appreciate it," she whispers and plants a tender, soft kiss on his cheek, before pulling back once more while smiling. She controls herself and manages to her hold blush at bay and turns, leaving to execute her plan.

She slips into the shadowy night filled streets, the wind ruffling her hair in a regal and majestic. Tonomi sighs lightly as he watches her melt into the darkness, thinking about her and admiring all he knows about her before also turning, and leaving.

** Meanwhile, lavish estate, Toledo, Spain **

"Greetings Senior Valsquez, I am here to give you your reward, my employer was very pleased with the way you cheated senior Enrique from his fortune" A woman's voice speaks.

She is a tall, slender young woman, with a very feminine body, lithe and beautiful, one that men would die for, and woman would hmph in content upon seeing. Her eyes are hazel brown and her hair is a long mane of curly black hair.

She is wearing a very sharp business suit with accompanied with an all too short gray skirt, which barely covers what it is intended to. These pieces of clothing fit tightly around her perfect curves in just the right way. Showing off her soft, milky skin, her long legs, covered by black silk stockings.

Her entire attire leaving very little for imagination, and emphasizing her womanly assets in a very seductive way, each piece proving by sight to be easy to peal off and thus uncover the angelic body beneath it.

A black leather briefcase is held in her hand. She puts it down and walks up to the man she has called Valsquez.

A man is sitting on a leather couch, his eyes glued to the nymph looking woman who has just entered his house. She walks up to him and sits down on the handle of the chair, stroking his chin with her finger gently.

"Seniorita, though...you're...um...heh...beautiful...I...I'm married...I cannot" he stammers as she sits in his lap, brushing her body against him suggestively while moving her small, lush lips to nibble on his ears.

"Your wife is not in Spain senior, she'll never know a thing, what's wrong? Don't you want your bonus?" she whispers seductively in his ear while guiding one of his hands to her hip.

He sweats and chuckles nervously while trying unsuccessfully to avert his eyes from the woman's captivating body and resist her seduction. She moves her hands to stroke him under his shirt and presses her lips to his neck.

Her closes his eyes and exhales sharply. "No! Stop this Seniorita, I cannot, I am a faithful man, I will not betray my wife!" He says, though his voice wavers as she suckles on his neck gently.

He tries unsuccessfully to hold back the sensations. She smiles in a predatory way while moving to lick his lips lightly "I can feel, you want it, don't deny it Senior." She whispers and unbuttons her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra, which barely contains what is supposed to hold.

"How...how can you be so sure...you...I..." he stammers, as she leans against him more, causing him to exhale sharply, his walls of defense slowly crumbling.

"I know...because that isn't a gun in your pocket Senior she says, and chuckles lowly, in a raspy seductive tone, shifting her hips slightly to tease the man more as it brushes against a sensitive area.

"I cannot take it anymore..." he mutters and crushes his lips to hers. She smiles against his lips as his hands travel up her body. He closes his eyes and lets his hands caress her body passionately, as his tongue explores her mouth hungrily.

"Like putty in my hands, I know finish this game, and do what I've come to do, weak minded men, are so easily subdued, toy with their pre historic lust, and they crumble before you like a no-minded puppet" she thinks and moves one of her arms back.

She flicks while pushing a button under her sleeve. Her wrist moves and a blade is released from a hidden holder and slips out of her sleeve quickly. She then masterfully catches it by the hilt with her long fingers and them moves her legs as if to wraps them around his chest.

While keeping the blade out of his eyesight, just in case, though his eyes are closed as he is hungrily enjoying the sensations of her treatment no his neck she places it on his chest and kicks off him.

He exhales painfully and is pushed to ground along with his chair. The woman somersaults off him and while airborne throws the knife forward.

With unbelievable precision the blade strikes home, imbedding itself within the man's upper torso right between the lungs, shattering the spinal cord and cutting the main veins that connect the heart and lungs.

With a sickening squish, followed by a snap, the man dies, gurgling and coughing one last time before lying limp, most definitely dead. Blood oozes from the wound, staining the floor.

The woman pulls her hair upwards and removes it, proving it to be a wig, then she carefully removes a pair of contact lenses and throws all these on the body. She reveals herself to be Alexis, or better yet Vibora, or "The Viper" In English.

The well renown female Assassin then glares at the corpse with a disgusted look. "Pigs, all of them, men, so easily manipulated, simply activate their lower region's drive and urges with a little showing off curves, and they become obedient as dogs awaiting a snack. Perhaps, I shall have a real challenge when I confront a similar female warrior in combat, Ibuki, A Shinobi, a real test to my prowess. I just can't wait to sink my blade into her soft skin and rip her heart out...for Martin, for me, and for the fun of a real hunt and a well earned kill..." She thinks and then buttons her shirt. She then straightens her skirt, blouse and then takes out a box of matches from a pocket in her suit.

She walks up to the body, removes her knife, cleans it's blade clean on the man's pants. She then looks at the blade, when she's satisfied with it's cleansing she tucks back into it's conceal holder under her sleeve.

She then lights a match and drops the flame-covered piece of wood on the corpse, and then she picks up the suitcase and walks over to the door. She opens the door and exits the house's interior.

Before she leaves the area she takes off a pair of skin colored gloves and throws them on the floor. Then she takes a small bar of plastic from her pocket and throws it through the window before leaving in a normal paced walk, melting into the night streets.

She had taken care of the evidence and the job. After she is safely away an audible boom ensues; a mushroom of flames incinerates the mansion completely. Leaving only charred remains, so small divulging anything from them would be near impossible.

Vibora smiles, her emerald green eyes gleaming with satisfaction and content as she walks up to a limousine and enters its interior. The minute she enters it she opens the suitcase and begins counting her earnings once more, how she loved the sight of American currency, especially piles of hundred dollar bills tied by pieces of cloth.

Her personal driver greets her and drives the car toward her private mansion. She chuckles and leans back, "Another job done, some more money collected, all is well and life goes on, I wonder when the Chiquita will be here..." she muses to herself as the limo sails down the midnight road.

** Streets of Tokyo, two hours after Ibuki’s conversation with Tonomi **

A figure is creeping through the shadows. The figure is most definitely male, the man’s body muscular, lean and lithe. He hugs the wall with his back, as he is careful to stay in the shadows and walk silently.

He looks around and sees the service entrance to his target area. A security guard is standing, leaning against the door and whistling a tune to himself. The figure narrows its dark eyes and inhales softly.

The figure is wearing a sash, and black clothes, black full gloves and a mask. Only its eyes and some of its bright skin complexion is visible through the mask, just what the figure wants.

“Ok, obstacle one, not a problem, just a lil’ creativity, and I’ll be ok…” The figure thinks and picks up an old coke can it finds on the floor. It kicks it lightly, making the security guard to snap into attention.

“Who’s there? Show yourself” the guard says sternly. Upon not receiving an answer the guard removes the gun from its holster and arms it with an ammunition clip and cocks it.

The guard slowly walks against the wall, leaning his back against it, while holding his gun at the ready. His shoes make soft tapping sounds against the concrete pavement as he gets closer to the intersection between the building’s entrance and a side alley.

The figure is standing ready, leaning against the wall, its eyes are narrowed in concentration, and small beads of sweat drop down the man’s forehead, his body seems to be fading and melting into the darkness, a soft blue glow covering his skin and lighting up his eyes.

The minute the guard turns and aims its gun at the alley, he sees nothing. The guard blinks and scratches its head. He leans against the wall and rubs his chin. “That’s odd, I could’ve sworn someone was here, oh well, must’ve been my imagination, gotta start drinking De-Caff coffee, all this stress isn’t healthy.

Then he shrugs and turns around, he walks back up to his post and sighs leaning against the wall again, resuming his whistling. What this guard doesn’t know, as that while he was thinking, the figure had taken his keys, sneaked up to the door and entered the facility.

He blinks a few times as he sees his keys on the floor and picks them up. “Phew, Good thing I didn’t lose’em, it’s odd they feel out without me hearing, must be all this tension, driving me mad” the guard thinks and dismisses the thought and calms down.

Meanwhile the figure is already in the building. It takes a pair of goggles out of its sash and straps them on. He pushes a button on it and the lenses emit a soft reddish glow.

He then looks around carefully; his new Infrared vision allows him to catch eye of a very complex net of laser sensors. He curses under his breath and calculates his odds. “Crap, too many sensors to sneak pass, I’ll need another way to pass them.

He looks around and locates a portable stainless steel cooler and smiles under his mask. “Perfect…just what I needed.” He whispers under his breath and disconnects the cooler from its socket.

He then begins pushing it slowly and carefully toward the sensors. He is careful not to hit the beams with his body and crouches low, until the cooler is covering most of him, then he pushes it across the corridor.

As he predicted, the stainless steel reflects the rays of the laser and prevents the alarm system from being triggered. He sighs in relief as he passes the sensors a minute or two later, after carefully passing behind the cooler.

Then he reaches the main room, where all the exhibits are seen. He looks around and curses. Laser sensors surround the exhibits from all directions. Luckily for the man, he has experience and takes out a small object from his sash.

He carefully sneaks up to a large fist sized azure diadem and inhales softly. “Here goes nothing…” he mutters before moving carefully to slip the object he has in his hand on the glass surface.

It sticks on to it, and begins emitting soft waves, the glass shuddering slightly. But that’s not what the figure thinks about. The pulses are not vibrations, they are Electro magnetic, the frequency jamming the sensors and removing his obstacles.

He smiles and moves to open the glass but something catches his attention, a whistle. He goes wide-eyed and turns his head towards the source of the sound.

He sees a silouhette of a woman hidden within the shadows. She’s standing on a window railing while holding a rope, he’s sure she’s a woman, and also sure she’s a pro, since she managed to dodge the defenses as well. What he isn’t sure of is what she wants and how she found him.

“Yo Winters,” a female voice says and throws him something, while he’s still turning around to face her. He catches it barely, so it doesn’t fall on the floor.

“I wonder who are you? Well no time for that now…” he thinks and ignores her, getting back to his mission, and begins removing the glass covering.

“Hey Winters, good job on breaking in, though I’m disappointed, I’ve been waiting for you to show up for 10 minutes, you’re slower than I thought” she says, her eyes, the only part of her visible reflecting amusement.

“F**k off lady, I’m busy” He says and mutters angrily at the insult. "Forget about her now...just lift the glass...slowly...the ruby's in my hands...yes..." Adam thinks and smiles under his mask.

“Aww that’s not nice, I just wanna ask you a question or two on the Venom blade part, no need for profanity” she says in a disappointed tone.

“As I said before, F**k Off, As I said I’m busy, and I’m not answering none of your questions, got it?” he snaps, while trying to concentrate on his work again a second from lifting the glass container.

But he also a little wary since he needs to split his attention on both. Having a foreboding feeling that everything is going to fall apart in a few moments.

“You’ll reconsider Adam, I promise you that, anyway, we’ll meet again, soon. But before I go…think fast” she says and tosses something into the air. Adam curses and drops the container to his place and turns to catch it, not wanting it to possibly activate the alarm,

While he catches it, he sees her throw another one. He tries to channel his power, but the momentum of the object is too swift for him to cushion with his telekinetic power and it collides with another exhibit’s glass covering, shattering it into a million small shards.

“Catch me if you can babe, I’ll be waiting for you” she says while her object is airborne with a small giggle before he can feel her essence vanish just as it hits the glass.

Adam growls angrily “D*mned b*tch! This isn’t over!” he shouts after her before he looks downs at the object she tossed him, hoping it might help him somehow since she seems to be toying with him.

He looks at it. It is a small black sphere. He blinks and raises a brow in confusing. Then he smoothes his fingers across its surface absently, That proves to be a very big mistake as the small orbs suddenly explodes in his hand.

He cries in pain, as a bright flash erupts, blinding him momentarily and making him dizzy, the infrared sensors don’t help his eyes either. He holds his head and balances himself while gritting his teeth.

He leans on the exhibit and curses, ”This mission had just failed, So I guess I shouldn’t worry bout the merchandise. D*mn, this isn’t good for my already withering rep, Sh*t, well can’t think of it now, gotta escape, Failure is better than jail”

He takes off the goggles the minute his vision returns to him and looks around frantically. As he looks around and sees the windows being covered with metal bars, and red lights flashing crazily. The doors are also locked and he’s left quite trapped.

“SH*T! I’m screwed, d*mn that b*tch! Whoever she is…she’ll pay for humiliating me like this.” He mutters as his eyes dart around, looking for any possible escape route.