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-----‐‐-------------------- Subject 561 ---------------------------
"561."
A male voice echoed through the room, a very distinguishable one from the very least.
"New mission, you are to be in the operations room in exactly 30 minutes."
Door sealed shut, a clock began ticking in 561's head, 30 minutes. They had given her way too much time than usual.
'Must be one big of an operation.' 561 thought, after sprinting out of her bed and quickly heading to the bathroom in her bedroom.
She looked into the mirror, and soulless eyes stared back, then 561 faked a smile, all her training led her to this, maybe she would get the recognition she deserved, maybe she would be... free... after all this time.
A calendar was located at her left, it said 'декабрь 1996' as up until the 10th, all dates were marked with an X, with the 5th day marked as "Counstitution Day".
All that it took was 5 minutes to wear her assigned military uniform, brush her teeth, and fix her hair, something she hated about that uniform, was how it hid her pin, she grew used to it of course, but it felt suffocating wearing it.
After getting ready, she headed to the door of her bedroom, and pressed a small red button.
Within 5 minutes, the door opened, and 561 could see 4 heavily armed soldiers at the other side of it.
"Операционная, пожалуйста." 561 said
One of the guards nodded, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.
"Руки." He said
561 then procedded to stick her arms out, offering her hands.
The guard procedded to cuff her hands shut, with such strengh that it would make someone flinch away in pain, but not 561, she was different, plus she also grew used to it, happening way too many times than she can count.
561 stepped out of her bedroom, entering that very same long hallway she grew to hate, and in front of her stood the guards, guns loaded, ready to strike her down in case she does anything.
After the door is sealed shut, 561 heads to the operations room with her escort, the walk took 10 minutes, and soon enough, they reached their destination.
'20 minutes, with 10 to spare.' 561 thought, proud of herself for reachong the location in such speed.
The doors opened, and a man walked out of the room, he had 3 medals 561 couldnt identify, but she came to the conclusion he was a high ranking member.
"Отпусти ее руки, дальше я сам справлюсь." The man said, as the guards immediatly obeyed his orders, releasing 561's hands from her handcuffs.
"I suppose your japanse is still in check, 561, or am i mistaken?" The man asked, in fluent japanese.
"Да, товарищ." 561 said, in a robotic tone.
"No need for russian now, you can call me Yuri, now come inside, now." Yuri ordered, poiting his left hand inside the operations room, with 561 quickly obeying his orders and entering it.
Inside the room, 561 noticed it had exactly 20 chairs, all of them had someone sitting on it, except one, which 561 immediatly sat down and awaited futher orders.
Yuri locked the double doors shut, and made his way to the center of the circle, taking a look at everyone sitting around him, before he finally spoke.
"The Motherland calls for your service comrades, she is in desperate need, after all." Yuri said, in a proud tone, taking a small break and pulling a few envelopes from his winter coat.
"What is inside these envelopes are the exact details of your mission, and that information will not leave this room." Yuri said as he began distributing the envelopes amongst the operatives.
Once he reached 561, his proud face with an ear to ear smile turned into a more serious tone, and as he handed her the envelope, he said in a melancholy tone: "Good luck 561, you will need it."
That was unusal for 561, after all, her missions were only the most deadly ones her superious could send her, and as she opened the envelope, another surprise struck her.
'Reze Ivanov'
She was given a name, quite odd to think about it, since all her past missions she was given a codename, either 'Bomb' or just 'B'.
"You all have 1 hour to memorize the information, after said time has passed, hand me the papers." Yuri said, after making his way out of the room, leaving the operatives to themselves.
They gave her more time. Again. 561 didnt question that much, but that was very unusual, since all her missions so far were memorize 2 apartment buildings, escape route, backup escape route, target's name and that was pretty much it, since her superious didnt want her showing up around that much.
561 began digging in her papers, and everything made sense now.
She would be spying on Japan's Public Security, and especially at the core of it, in Tokyo, and there were specified instructions on certain members, but there were 2 that caught her attention.
'Kishibe - AVOID AT ALL COSTS'
'Makima - AVOID AT ALL COSTS'
Only Kishibe had a photo of him, old man, in his mid 50's, but that 'Makima' woman, didnt even had a photo at all, not even a text about her appearance.
'This is not a mission, its an operation.' 561 thought as she found out that there were going to be 4 other operatives along side her in that mission.
When she finished processing everything about the operation, Yuri returned, this time along side 5 soldiers.
"Time is over, hand over your envelopes." He said.
The operatives got up from their chairs and handed their papers to Yuri, and 4 of the soldiers escorting them out, with 561 being the last one. As she was handing her evelope, Yuri hold her hand tight.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Reze Ivanov." Reze replied.
"What is your mission?"
"To collect as much information about the Japanese Public Security hirearchy and membership as possible, until the 10th of december of 1997."
"What is your backstory?"
"Transfer student from Moscow, only arriving in the country a few days ago, parents died during a devil attack, only my grandma, Sasha Ivanov, raised me with my 2 brothers, Alexei and Dimitri Ivanov."
"There is a helicopter waiting for you at Helipad 4, good luck comrade Reze, you will need it."
Yuri released Reze's hand, and saluted her, with Reze proprely responding with another salute.
"You are dismissed, Ivan here will escort you to the helipad." Yuri said, poiting at a heavily armed soldier.
"Сюда." The soldier said, as he began walking out of the operations room, with Reze following suit.
In a 20 minute walk and an ungodly ammount of stair walking later, the pair reached the helipad, with Reze feeling the cold of the Ural Mountains for the last time in a long while.
A Mil Mi-17 waited for them, with 2 men and a woman also waiting.
Reze reconized the woman, they worked togheter once, her codename was 'Hammer', or something like that.
"Name is Natalya, yours?" The woman asked.
"Reze Ivanov." Reze answered.
"Good to work along side you again Reze, come, there is a long travel ahead of us."
Reze's escort had long left before even wishing goodbye, could be standard procedure.
Reze entered the helicopter, only to be met by another man, whom she also worked with, but it was long ago, and she didnt remember his codename anymore.
"Good to work with you again, Bomb, im 'Scythe'." The man said, while not even looking at her.
Reze stared at the man, trying to fish out any memories of him, since his face was odly familiar, but she was quick to dismiss it as the helicopter began coming to life.
"Sit tight, like Hammer said, there is a long travel ahead of us." The man said, while now looking at her, revealing a scar in his left eye.
Reze sat down in one of the helicopter chairs, while taking a last good look at the helipad before the helicopter took off.
'Wonder what it feels like to be one of these soldiers...' Reze thought, and as the helicopter took off, she decided to sleep a little bit, after all, there was a huge operation ahead of her, she deserved a few minutes of sleep.
-----‐‐-------------------- Denji ---------------------------
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CANT PAY ME?"
On a small city in Japan, a boy was yelling at his Yakuza boss, who refused to pay him from killing a devil, a very low tier devil.
"I just said kid, that devil barely pays enough to cover all of the monthly debt, and you will still owe us 1.000 yen because of the water Bill." The old man said.
"LIKE COME ON MAN, THATS BULLSHIT, AT LEAST GIVE ME A PIECE OF BREAD, HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KILL DEVILS WHEN IM HUNGRY?" The boy yelled again, with his loyal dog with a chainsaw in his head right behind him.
"Listen, you are alive to kill devils, but how you do it is all up to you, figure it out yourself."
"BUT-"
"Shut the fuck up already, just head home, there will be another devil for you to kill sooner or later."
The boy had no other choice but to obey, and he started making his way to what he called 'home'.
"You know, Pochita..." the boy said, carrying his dog on his back, "How about we try stealing again? Or maybe scearching the trash bin on that restaurant?" "Woof..." the dog answered, clearly too tired to even try anything like that.
"Yeah you are right, but dont worry we should be arriving home soon enough!"
The boy began sprinting in the snow covered streets of his home town, clearly unbothered by his hunger, or Pochita's weight on his back, after all, he wanted to make it home to watch the sunset.
But suddenly he came to a stop, right in a restaurant's window, revealing a man proposing to a woman, everyone inside was clapping, but the boy realised that woman was ugly as fuck.
"Poor guy, i wonder why everyone is clapping, but that ring sure looks fancy..."
The boy quickly resumed his running, deep in his thoughts about that moment, but it wouldnt matter, as he had Pochita.
"Maybe i can one day live in an actual house with a hottie..." the boy said, in a melancholy tone, only a few minutes away from his home.
Maybe, he could survive all of this, maybe his dream could come true, maybe he and Pochita could eat whatever they wanted, and maybe, just maybe, he could have sex with a woman.