The final chapter of G'bandit :D
Everything will be explained here. Hope you guys enjoy my fan fic as much as you have enjoy the others :D
Here we go :)
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Characters Info:
Elian Allen: CEO of Allen companies, Leader of Silverland.
G'bandit: Band Lone, G'bandit 3
Taluas: One of the world's most powerful psychics and owner of G'bandit 3, The ten eyes of Horus and the red brotherhood of mutants.
Albany and P. Rain: G'bandit 3's two sexy teammates and best friends
Silverland: Elian's wrecking crew.
Giving up?
After nearly six years of service under the rule of the ten eyes of Horus the mercenary of greatness had grown tired of the situation and had apparently decided to take extreme measures to accomplish his mission. The mission? To finally achieve his goal of capturing the originalG’bandit and earn his freedom from Talus’ mind rape tactics of persuasion.
A pair sword suddenly are dropped to the floor clanking against the concrete next to a pair black boot that connected to the bottom of a black and crimson skin tight ankle.
Everything I’ve tried. From exposing myself to joining a team and making myself an easy target to reach, yet nothing. Its just too frustrating that me world’s most wanted mercenary was not in the original G’bandit’s interest. Is it that he’s scared of me? Is he just too frighten to face me? Or is he just playing games with my mind as well?
The crimson gloves of the merc then reach for his belt as he unbuckles his gun straps and let the ammo fall to the ground along with his famous thermal blasters, bombs, and knives, everything was been dropped to the pavement by the merc.
No matter what is the game he is playing on me. I got a theory which I trust will succeed in luring out the real king of the mercenaries.
New York city:
Bandit, P. Rain and Albany were vandalizing the streets in the middle of the night, setting up posters with a logo of the mercenary’s trademark mask and the words: [My reflection, is our reflection.] on the bottom of each poster. Albany and P. Rain seem to run out of the posters right before they hurry to their van and flee the scene.
Last time I had an advertisement in new York city, it brought unwanted company, but at the same it had served its purpose. The first G’bandit was there, so close I could literally feel his presence calling to me before he teleported away into the nothingness.
The mercenary got down in one knee and undoes the dagger that was wrapped around his right ankle and lets it drop against the floor, he then does the same with the dagger wrapped around his left leg right before he stands.
It wont happen again.
Two days later:
It is unusual for CNN to report on something as simple as vandalism since in new York city vandalism is something very common and not important. But this time it drew their attention, the logo of the notorious mercenary, G’bandit, was on a poster with a message. In the whole wide world the word: [G’bandit] equals television ratings.
A network anchorman was sitting down with the chief of police as they discuss the situation. The question of the day “Was it really, G’bandit? And what is the expert’s theory on what this message [ My reflection is our reflection.] means?” to what the chief responded “So far we can’t confirm that it was actually the notorious mercenary, G’bandit, for the reason that we have no proof that it is the same man in the costume. But, we do have confirmation that the suit been worn by the man in this video matches the identification of the mercenary.” The chief accommodates himself on the chair and the continues with his statement “Now, our detectives and expert have no clue of what this character meant with the message but it is been taken under consideration as there could be more clues coming up in the near future.”
Allen Co. empire building:
As the chief of police concludes his statement the television is seen fading away in the distance as the view of an office building is revealed. In this office sitting in his executive chair with the view of new York on his background and the jingling of the ice inside a glass of scotch filling the room with its almost musical tune, Elian Allen, the CEO of Allen companies and director of Silverland sits back alone as he thinks about the current situation developing in his city.
“What are you planning..?” he wondered as he drives the top of the glass of scotch to his lips and tilt it to be able to drink the fine alcoholic drink.
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