The Adam Project. (Update 06/15)

[Pearlholy]

((Dirkfire, your avi reminds me bit of the silent monk in the Forbidden Kingdom xD))

[Kenchi of Taichi]

((I haven't seen that movie yet, but I do want to really bad. Jackie Chan and Jet Li are two of my most favorite actors. But alas my avi isn't finished yet...I need a monk's staff and a black summoned dragon to complete it...with with that much gaia gold it could take me years! gonk ))

[Pearlholy]

(( Post a lot and play jigsaw XD! The movie was good, very entertaining^__^ I hope you get to see it soon X3))

[Red Samba]

Oz chuckled as Miko pointed out the grenades. "Hey, you never know. I might have to blow the place sky high if s**t goes bad. Always be prepared." He walked to the back of the van and looked inside at the several guns. "Now that is what I am talking about. Thank you Miko once again." Oz may have been a bit depressed thinking about the missions secret has put him on, but he is pumped before a mission. It's like saying you hate rollicosters, but once on the ride your enjoying yourself.

Oz listen to Miko talk about him needing only five guns. "I'm not worried about the several guy in there who can't hit the broad side of the barn. I'm worried about that one guy who can take down a ******** army. There's always that one guy who's got something special and that is why I bring more than what may seem to be needed." He smiled and shut the back of the van doors and took a deep breath.

The sound of the city entered his ears and left with his breath. "Alright." He got into the Van by the drivers side. "Thanks again Miko." He smiled and looked at Kisuke. "Be careful when your driving this car around the back of the bar. One look at you and a cop will pull you over."

[Pearlholy]

Her hazel eyes drifted towards the youngest person amongst the three. Her lips went downwardly just for a brief second as she blinked. Ouch, well that was a cold stare, it almost made her freeze on the spot. She tugged a smile. “Uh...sure Kisuke,” she trailed off, disregarding his cold attitude. It was hard to keep her cool around him at first but she had gotten used to it.

Brutal Kid. And with brains, in fact. Scary isn’t it?

And there is Oz. They made an odd pair, now that she thought about it. Very different from one another, personality wise. But it did not matter; Kisuke, for instance, for a 13 year-old lad, he had proven to everyone he was capable of doing many things like his brothers and sisters despite his age. Yet his social skills were lacking. Either way, it was good to see Oz in a good mood now, it was almost contagious. She smiled to them and nodded. She could have said ‘Be careful’, but she learned not to worry about them.

“See you,” Miko quickly replied before she headed off to walk back towards her car. Entering in the passenger’s seat with the brief case, both Kaito and Miko headed back to the headquarters, Kaito on standby while Miko would head off to the lab. Opening the brief case, she grabbed the folders out to read. One of them consisted of the inventory of their new vehicles and equipment. "Oh," she looked at the another folder with a full description of the guns.

Not so long ago, she knew nothing about cars, weapons, hacking and such. But since Secret became her main and only priority, she had no other choice but to learn these things. It was crazy studying, but it was mandatory if she wanted to become useful. Putting aside the inventory folders, she then proceeded to work on her current projects.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

Skipping forward a little, the two would be sitting across the street from the bar in the black van. Though that may have looked a bit shady, it seemed that shady people didn't notice shady things. Even now, highly suspicious people would be walking into the bar, some with women on either arm. It didn't matter if they were innocent or not. What needed to be done was going to get done, one way or another.

Kisuke was way to young to be walking into a hail storm of bullets, but that didn't mean he felt envy when he was about to watch somebody else do it. "Alright now, this is it. We could talk about what's going to happen again, but I feel futility in that. Just go in there and do what you need to do." Kisuke paused for a second.

"Also, if you don't come back in ten minutes, i'm leaving and driving of to the safe point without you." Kisuke spoke in plain and utter english, almost better then his Japanese. His abilty to speak english so cleary at such an early age was almost scary. It could have been because he wasn't fully Japanese, being half French, but that was neither here nor there. Being a child of Adam had it's mental perks.

"Ready, go!" He said, back to speaking Japanese.

[Kenchi of Taichi]

Having finished his lunch, Dr. Macha was leave the cafe in attempts of avoiding Trix's gaze. He did not wish to be taken in any mental notes of possible snooping, if it had been made apparent he would never forgive himself and his reputation as a civil human being would be tarnished.

Supposing it was time to put his speech craft to good use, he decided to head to the downtown bar to see how many members in his sector he could persuade to put a good word in for him for his next phase in his plan.

He was begining to discover that it was much easier to excel in the intuitions of the watchers than it was to get personally close to any of the children of adam. It would be difficult to manipulate both sides with only one string when two where needed.

"If only the children had a syndicate of their own I could be apart of...but what are the chances of that?"he summized.

The bar was just down the street vertically to his person, the neon sign was even in sight. Though a chill bristled the hairs on the back of his neck, it was a familiar feeling to him since he didn't like bars, clubs, or secretive gatherings such as these...but it was the only clear choice he had at the moment.

[Roocrow]

The mobster explained the simplicity of getting in. It still churned Lex's stomach. He really didn't want to do this. Why couldn't he live his life like everyone else... maybe it was because of his organs. Those damned things would never let him live normally.

Not wanting a gun to the head, Lex turned to the cold man. His eyes reflected remorse and sadness, but he had no other choice. "Since I would rather not have a gun to my head, I'll take your offer" It seemed that reuniting with Ai was going to take a little longer than he hoped. There was no way he could talk to her while he was impersonating someone else. Too much danger....

"One question" the artist interjected. "Does this new faction have the technology that the watcher's do? I mean... I've heard about the sunglasses..." he mumbled, not wanting to be cause as a mole inside the syndicate. That was like going into a police department to file to report a stolen object when you have a warrant out for your arrest.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

"Silly, the only people who even know of the organ cattle's existence is the Syndicate, and even then the knowledge is only given to those that need to know. As far as the American's know, your just another Japanese man, nothing more." He said calmly, getting up from his seat, dropping a cell phone on Lex's lap. "I will contact you later on tonight, because the deal will be happening tonight at midnight. I seggest that you tie up some loose ends and what not. We wont be following you, but if you neglect contact with us, or try to skip town, you can be sure that we'll come looking for you, and we will find you. When we do, you wont even see, because we'll shoot you on sight." He said cold, turning around to leave.

"It's been a nice chat. I really enjoyed it." He said and took his leave. If Lex were to open the phone, an address would be in it. It was the address that Funata had given Misato to take his family for hiding. It was obvious that Funata and this guy were working together, but could this have been Funata's goal in the first place, or was he aiming for something bigger.

Ofcourse, none of this knowledge would be known to Lex. All he would see is an address. No knowledge of where it led.

[Red Samba]

"Alright. You be good now Kisuke." Oz said with a grin before hopping out of the drivers side of the van and walking to the back. He quickly open the van's doors and hopped inside.

"Okay what shall I use today?" Oz quickly decided on what would be needed. He garbbed two micro-uzi's that could be easily placed inside his jacket, a silenced pistol to take out anyone who might be infront of the bar, along with a sub-machine gun and a shoulder strap. Finally, he picked up a assault rifle and slung it over his back. The guns werealready loaded so he wouldn't have to worry about ammo. "Alright. I'm ready." He saidto himself as he prepared for the massacre. Then he noticed the very small gun Miko had pointed out earlier. He shrugged and put the gun in his coat pocket. "Ya' never know."

He poked his head out of the van doors to look at the bar. A large man stood infront, probably a bouncer. He would be the first to die, decided Oz as he readied his silenced pistol. He took one last deep breath before hopping out of the van and running towards the bar.

The man infront of the bar took one look at Oz running towards him a tried to use his radio, but it was too late for that. Oz put a single bullet into the man's head. "One down..." He thought as he holstered the pistol and readied the sub-machine gun. This would be the difficult part, but Oz was ready.

With one well placed kick the bar doors shot open and he opened fire. Within' seconds several people were already dead. At this point, Oz needed a place where he duck down while his enemy opened fire. So, he rushed towards the bar, still killing as many as possible along the way.

Oz jumped the bar and unloaded a few bullets into the bartender. He let off one more volley of shots before ducking down behind the bar. He threw the sub-machine aside and switched to the assault rifle. So many had died in just a few seconds but it didn't even faze Oz. He was focused on killing everone inside that buidling.

[Sir Thomas JR.]

Kisuke watched as the first person died infront of the bar. That would start the timer. Kisuke jumped into the driver's seat and startedthe engine. The windows were tinted, so nobody outside could tell he was drving, but there didn't seem to be anybody around at the moment. Kisuke drove off and made a quick U-turn, stopping on the bar's side of the street near the entrance. It would be a hazard if somebody were to be walking by and spotted the body of the bouncer just lieing there. The guys was huge but Kisuke was strong, and he was able to drag the body and toss it in the back seat, with a little struggle, but he managed to get the job done. He could hear bullets firing wildly inside the bar, and he was amost hit by one or two that had pierced the wall.

Slamming the door shut, Kisuke got back int the drivers seat and closed the door, activating the engine and driving off. He kept at the speed limit as to not draw any attention. He ignored the massive smell of blood that was filling the back seat and continued. Somebody back at the base would clean the van up, so he didn't have to worrt about the blood from the body spilling everywhere.

Kisuke circled the block, as to not be one to stay in one place too long. If he did that, it would raise suspition. He'd arrive five minutes before Oz had to be done, so that meant if Oz finished early, he'd have to wait a few minutes before Kisuke arrived, but that was never the case. The guy usually took up all the time that was given. Kiskue whistled a tune, as if he was attempting to put himself out the the situation, or maybe he was just enjoying everything. Either way, it was an eerie way to deal with things.

[Red Samba]

"One. Two. Three!" Oz muttered before popping up and firing a large spray of bullets. At this point he guessed that there was about ten guys left in the room. Anyone inside the kitchen probably left the second the bullets started flying. So, now he didn't really have to worry about killing innocent people but still that isn't part of the mission.

Again he stood and unleashed another burst of shots. He noticed that the people shooting at him were getting closer everytime he popped up. They were moving in for the kill. Oz would have to decide if he would stay or jump from cover. He had super agility but that was still a dangerous move. It still was safer than having them shot at him point blank range.

He jumped the bar and fired of a small burst through a turned over table killing another syndicate member. A body rolled out from behind another table. He pointed and pulled the trigger. 'click'. The assault rifle was out of bullets. "s**t!" He shouted as he ran from fire into the kitchen. Oz tossed aside the rifle and pulled out the two micro-uzi's.

Two men ran into the kitchen after him and were shot down easily. Oz stood up and shot three more men trying to find a new place to hide. Oz wasn't too sure how many were left but it couldn't be that many left but no one was standing up from their hiding places to shoot.

"Am I done here?" He standing up with his gun's pointed. Suddenly, one man stood up. He had a assault shotgun, body-armor, and shades. This was that one guy who is always difficult to kill. Always the last one to got down. Oz ducked down quickly as the guy opened fire.

Oz checked his guns and one of the uzi's was out of ammo. He dropped it and pulled out the silenced handgun. He would have to quickly stand up and take aim for the guys head. But that assault shotgun would keep him on his toes.

"Die!" Shouted Oz as he stood up and began running towards the guy shooting. The guy in the shades opened fire and the spray of bullets cut through Oz's left shoulder. Oz dropped the uzi in pain but kept firing the pistol until one bullet caught the guy in the forehead. "******** yeah!" Oz shouted in victory before grabbing his shoulder in pain. "Well that's just ******** great..." He sighed.

"Hey Kisuke!" Shouted Oz walking out of the back of the bar and into the allyway

[Sir Thomas JR.]

Kisuke was waiting outside in the back, the Van's back door open. "Get in..!" Kisuke called from the driver's seat, engine already running. Kisuke pulled out an envelope from his backpack and tossed it to the back door. He knew that when the syndicate would come around looking for evidence, and they find that letter that contained the insignia of Secret, they'll know that there not ******** around. Kisuke rolled up the window and waited for Oz to get in.

"Don't mind the dead guy in the back. We could have just left him lieing there in the stre..." Kisuke begint o say before he felt a bit of air rush passed his hair. He looked towards the window next to him and found that one guy had been left, and he was running through the kitchen making his way towards the back door to try and fire off some lucky shots in hopes of killing the get away driver, but to bad for him, Kisuke didn't take close calls well. He opened the door, revealing a gun that he himself was holding and aimed carefully with two hands, firing one bullet that hit the man in the left side of his chest and through the heart, sending him tumbleing to the ground.

"Hey, let's go. The Syndicates already gotten wind of this situation. We need to leave before they get here." One could see that there was blood all over Kisuke's shirt and pants, but that was because he had to carry the bloody corps of the bouncer and toss him in the back seat of the van.

Kiskue closed the drivers door and put his hands on the wheel, waiting for Oz to get in.

[Red Samba]

Oz opened the door and got in, hand on his bloody shoudler. He looked at the guy Kisuke just shot and laughed. "Looks like I missed one. Lets go." He shut the door behind him and looked back at the dead bouncer. "Miko won't be too happy about the smell but you made a good move kid."

Another surge of pain shot through his shoulder. "Ah s**t... I'm fine. It'll heal but it still hurts like a mother..." He opened the glove compartment hoping to find something for the pain.

"Ah ha. Painkillers. Miko knows me too well." He took a few a rested back into the chair. Another mission finished without his death. He looked over at Kisuke driving and had a thought. "Heh. If we get pulled over, were ********. A dead man in the back along with a lot of guns and a kid with some bloody clothes." He chuckled before moving some in his chair. "So, how far away is the safe point?"

[Sir Thomas JR.]

"About fifteen minutes away, C340." He answered, eyes on the road. Kisuke drove at a moderate pace, knowing that if he drove too fast, attention would be drawn to them, but if he drove too slow, the risk of being caught raise quite a bit. "Well, nice to see that your in one piece, Oz. You'll still be around to do it all over again, not long from now. This little action will spark the main branch of the syndicates panic. The watchers will be pressured into looking for us, rather then focusing their efforts on randomly selected Children of Adam. As they increase their search and become more radical, so will we. Eventually what was in the dark will come to light, and the whole world begin to take notice." Who knew if Kisuke was talking to himself, or explaining to Oz the future, but either way, he was on a rant.

"Pretty soon the enemies of the Syndicate will notice that they are being menaced by people they can't find, constantly being crippled in one area of their business after another, and those enemies will start to take action aswell, challenging the syndicate with constant threats. Soon even the Japanese government itself will be involved. All in all, things for the syndicate are about to get tougher." He said, calmly smirking to himself.

Kisuke turned toward's Oz for a second. "We're almost there."