“Chief, I narrowed down our choices,” said Ayame, a secretary for the TIA.
The TIA is the Tokyo Intelligence Agency of Japan. The agency forged after the catastrophe in 1945. Not many knew about the underlying operations carried out in the TIA. Underneath it all, they were an agency that kept important information. Information that contained dangerous secrets within corporations. If the files were somehow leaked or fell into the wrong hands, an assassin was sent to retrieve the information or in most cases, eliminate the target if they proved to be perceptive of the inner workings connected to the TIA and the corporations.
After Ayame received a case file, her job was to search the database to find the top assassins capable of carrying out the specific job. When the assassins were narrowed down to a few, she then brought the list and the stats of the selected assassins to the Chief of the TIA, Chief Kouga Okano.
“Well, let’s see what you got,” said Kouga, as he watched the scarlet-haired woman walk towards him. What really captured him were her emerald, green eyes and that curvaceous body. He was momentarily hypnotized by the sway of her hips but pulled himself together when she stopped in front of his desk.
“There’s three of ‘em. First, we have Hiten Banrai.” Ayame stopped, as she watched Kouga’s icy blue eyes swivel to an enclosed cabinet on the wall. Then, he pushed a button, which opened the cabinet’s metal walls and revealed a high-tech screen that projected every piece of information for all the employees associated with the TIA from the main computer brain. Ayame observed his elbow-length hair as it shimmered and gleamed while he typed in Banrai’s name. She turned her attention to the screen as the digital statistics appeared.
Name: Hiten Banrai
Nickname: One-Shot
Alias: Michael Porter, Daisuke Ohayashi, Haru Watanabe
Age: 35
Date of Birth: April 13, 1974
Blood Type: A
Division: Stealth
Location: Yokohama, Japan
Efficiency: Level 5
Expertise: Sniper
Those were the main stats that were needed in deciding who to send on a mission. There were a many other things, though irrelevant to the job, but were there anyways. The TIA knew everything down to the assassin’s first words. Ayame announced the next assassin.
Name: Yura Ito
Nickname: The Messenger
Alias: Sarah Kent, Hiroko Suzuki, Mika Susaki
Age: 28
Date of Birth: October 16, 1981
Blood Type: AB negative
Division: Courier
Location: Kyoto, Japan
Efficiency: Level 5
Expertise: Explosives
Yura was usually used in missions involving mail. In most cases, she intercepted the original mail and replaced it with C4. Most of the assassins didn’t know why they were killing because intelligence, the TIA, didn’t always enlist them with that information. That was only done when necessary. Kouga noticed that Yura was level 5 just like Hiten. The levels depended on your capability to perform a task. The level one agents were usually beginners. The ranks went up by your level of skill until you’ve reached level five, the superior assassins. The last assassin’s stats popped up.
Name: Unknown
Nickname: The Killing Perfection
Alias: Kevin Holiday, Sesshomaru Taisho, Ronin Takahashi
Age: 24
Date of Birth: March 6, 1985
Blood Type: O
Division: Universal
Location: Tokyo, Japan
Efficiency: Level 5
Expertise: Hand-To-Hand Combat
It was always strange to Kouga that The Killing Perfection had no real name on file or in any of the databases. It was as if he came out of nowhere. Kouga wasn’t going to question it though since Sesshomaru was excellent at following orders and getting the job done. He knew who he’d send for this mission because it needed to be handled with care and since Sesshomaru’s division was universal, meaning that he trained in all the divisions provided throughout the TIA, he was perfect for the job.
“Ayame, I want you to brief Sesshomaru about this assignment, alright?” Kouga said, gazing up into her beautiful eyes.
“Sure. So, are we still on for tonight?” Ayame asked.
“You know it. Like I’d pass up a night on the town with the most beautiful woman in the world!” Kouga exclaimed, laying the charm on her. He smiled back at her when she grinned.
“See ya at 7:30.” With that, she left the room to fill Sesshomaru in on his next assignment, if he chose to accept it. She sent the message:
S. Taisho-
You’re familiar with the term efficiency, yes? Because that’s what we need in this mission. The mission, if you choose to accept, is to recover a stack of documents about The Yoshima Power Plant that have been reported as missing. I don’t have to tell how screwed up we’ll be if those documents aren’t found. Your target goes by the name of Kagome Higurashi. You’ll find her records on your PDA. Intelligence is unclear as to what she knows about these files so if she doesn’t prove savvy of any information, you can let her go. However, if she knows too much, you know what to do. Get in. Get out. Be efficient. Do you accept this mission?
TIA Headquarters, Ayame.
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Sesshomaru waited about two minutes until he saw his target, Hojo Omashu, walk out of Intel Enterprises. He was crouched down on top of a building with his M24 sniper rifle that was silencer equipped. He waited a second longer before he pulled the trigger, sending Hojo’s body crashing to the ground in a bloody heap.
Seeing his mission accomplished, he packed up and left for his condo. He needed some rest for he had been taking missions nonstop just to occupy his time. He sincerely hoped that his sloppy half-brother wasn’t at his place to disturb him and his plan of getting some rest. It was no wonder that his brother, InuYasha, was only at level three; he lacked the motivation to move up.
Sesshomaru arrived at his place, seeing that InuYasha was indeed there; his candy apple red Mercedes was parked in the front. Sesshomaru made a quick U-turn and headed for the outskirts of Tokyo, to his house. He wasn’t in the mood for InuYasha’s silly antics.
He dropped the keys on the table once he made it inside the house and heard the distinct beeping of his computer. He sighed. It looked like rest would come a bit later. He placed the bag that contained his rifle and equipment in a corner; those would get washed later.
He walked into his office and opened the room that contained his TIA computer with a remote. The newly opened room contained three big screens that ran analytical GPS scans on some targets that the TIA had.
He sat down in the only chair that was in front of a high, glass table. On the table was a small screen and keyboard that allowed him type in whatever he needed then the results would appear on one of the three big screens.
He connected his PDA, which he left at home, to the computer brain and watched as the messages and assignments popped up. He read Ayame’s message then looked at this Higurashi girl’s file.
He studied her picture. Her silky, onyx locks, beautiful cerulean eyes, her baby pink lips, and her stunning smile. She was attractive, but that was irrelevant in his line of work. She wouldn’t be a target if she were as innocent as she looked.
Name: Kagome Higurashi
Age: 22
Date of Birth: June 29, 1987
Social Security Number: 294-84-3347
Blood Type: AB positive
Location: Tokyo, Japan
Corporation: Yoshima Power Plant
The list went on about her life story, her family, etc. He reread Ayame’s message then left the room. He needed some damn rest! He was tired. He’d just worked for 67 hours straight. Sure, he’d taken food breaks but he’d been tailing targets non-stop, recovering files, eliminating problems; it was starting to take its toll.
He walked through his house, heading towards the kitchen to get something in his stomach. Once that was finished, he looked at the time that read 9:39 pm. He went to his bathroom that was connected to the master bedroom, but not before grabbing his PDA.
After a nice, long shower, he exited the tub just to stand in front of a foggy mirror. He wiped away the fog and his appearance came into view. He had long, silver tresses, liquid gold eyes, and a stunning visage. Part of his muscled chest was visible and that showed drops of water sliding down his body.
He brushed his teeth then headed for his closet. Making sure he was dry, he toweled off and slipped on his boxers and a t-shirt. As he slid into bed, he began wondering, like he did often, about his origins. The only thing he remembered was being shipped off to military school when he was seven but nothing before that. That’s how most assassins were assembled.
He’d heard the stories about assassins killing mindlessly but he wasn’t like that. He was very conscious of what he did; he just didn’t care. He did his job, got paid, and lived a peaceful life.
He reached over to shut off the lamp on the nightstand and glanced at the PDA. Sesshomaru decided to read over the mission one more time, deciding whether he wanted the mission or not. The assigned assassin was given 24 hours to respond then the job went to someone else if the assassin couldn’t do the task.
He sighed. It would be a pity to kill such a beautiful woman. He didn’t get to spend a lot of time with the opposite sex. He was no virgin but he was married to the job; having a girlfriend would only complicate things. Girlfriends had the notion that once she was attached to the boyfriend, she was attached to every little thing he did. He couldn’t have some girl finding out that he was an assassin; that would only have a fatal ending—for her. Of course, he had an alias that he was an employee at a corporation but you can never be too careful. He typed up a message for Ayame and sent it. The message was plain and simple.
Ayame-
Mission: Accepted
-S. Taisho