Gambler vs. The Honor Guard
Flying high above the land, the honor Guard checked his gear to ensure functionality. His mission was his most difficult yet and mistakes could not be made. The hero had no memory of how'd he became what he now was, nor who assigned the mission. But he would carry out the orders to the fullest of his ability nonetheless. The vehicle he rode in, a C-17 cargo craft, would position him right above his targets last known position. The folder said his target was a French politician and after the recent events involving the terroist attacks on both the golden gate bridge as well as the entire country of Russia, all the worlds leaders intended to gather up and devise a plan for dealing with this threat. Yet this politician was said to be, defiant and America refused to except anything but cooperation. Therefore the Honor Guard's mission was to deliver Jean Luc Lebeau to the directly to the MUN. Whether he came willingly or not was completely up to him. The interior of the craft was simply empty space but the walls were decorated with a host of weaponry from the hero's armory. But none of this weaponry would see use because James had strict orders to bring the target in alive.
"Will be in position 5 minutes from now Wilson so suit up." James made his way over to the window to get a lay of the land before entry. To his surprise the sky was clear and from 30,00 feet up he could see the tombstones scattered across the land. It was a cemetary and the Honor guard couldn'thelp but wonder who's passing the target was mourning over. But it was of no importance. Walking towards the bay door Honor Guard grabbed a backpack that hung upon the wall and hoisted it up over his shoulders. The backpack was somewhat large and square. It looked irregular and the material seemed as if it was on the verge of collapse. "Get ready... Go!" James wrenched the bay door opened and launched himself out of the plane. The wind was powerful and as it bashed at his vibranium suit he spread his limbs out to guide his fall. Currently the suit was all black covering his entire body. He wore a pair of blue and silver sunglasses to cover his eyes. He was falling fast, reaching 10,000 feet in less than 30 seconds. As he neared the ground, James pressed a button on the left shoulder strap of the bakcpack and immediately two jet black wings bursted out of each side of the backpack. "Hmmm, nifty."
The wings slowed his fall and Honor Guard glided down to the surface. His landing was graceful, ending in an amazing backflip. As he stood in the cemetary he searched for something that would lead him to the target. Peering off into the distance he found nothing but flowers and tombstones. The sun was quickly setting and James did not intend on spending his entire night in the land of the dead. it had a sort of feel to it that was foreboding. Just thought that millions of corpses lay beneath the bright green grass gave him a cold, shivering feeling.He began to wander around the cemetary, still searching for some sort of clue or sign that would give away Jean's whereabouts. His eyes locked themselves on one of the engravings. It was in french like the others but the name was what caught his attention. "Erica Castanz..." He stared at the tombstone with an almost hypnotizing look across his hidden features. But then, as if waking from a trance, The Honor Guard shook his head and walked away from the grave, perplexed as to why it gripped his attention. He grew tired of searching and decided to make the target come to him. James, pulling out a pistol, fired 3 shots in the air. The sound rang out, alarming the birds causing them to squawk as they flew away startled. Hopefully the target heard the shots and would search for the source.
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