InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Red Sun Rising ❯ Another Day at the Office? ( Prologue )

 

A/N: No I haven't forgotten Siren. I was slapped with a plot bunny and am working on both now. I don't think I've seen this idea anywhere else, but if you've used it, tell me. There will be cameos from non-anime characters. If you catch any, good for you.

 

 

The black-clad figure glanced out the third story window. Any minute now, the statesmen would be appearing from the hotel across the way. Opening a suitcase, she removed the pieces of her favorite rifle. She leisurely began to assemble the gun and was attaching the scope when her headset chimed.

 

“Talk to me,” she tapped it once.

 

“Got an interesting e-mail for ya,” the voice on the other end taunted.

 

“No games,” she continued preparing the rifle, moving to take aim out of the left window in the corner of the room. “I'm busy, remember.”

 

“Your old unit wants to hang out for tea,” there was a near laugh.

 

There, gray sweater, 10:00, she smirked and took aim, tracking the man from window to window. “I really doubt that.”

 

“Honest,” he was definitely chuckling. “I'm holding the printout.”

 

“Uh-huh,” the target pulled a gun from his pocket. “Hold on a tick.”

 

Two silenced bullets hit their mark and the would-be gunman fell.

 

“You were saying?” she watched, amused, as the stunned statesmen tried to pinpoint the sniper.

 

“Back in DC,” the voice continued. “They want all the old buddies to get together and reminisce.”

 

“About what?” she snorted, disassembling the rifle. “Our most creative assignments?”

 

Six rapid gunshots rang out and she ran for the window. The three statesmen were on the ground in pools of blood. The dark-haired `doorman' was standing over them with a Glock in each hand. When his clips were empty, he threw the guns carelessly onto the bodies, looked up at where she stood in the corner of the window, hidden by the drapes, and waved cheerily before taking off the uniform coat and walking back into the building.

 

“Shit!” the rifle was carelessly thrown into its case. “I'll talk to you about this later!” the headset followed as she scrambled for the door.

 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

 

“There's a very unhappy customer that wants to talk to you, sis.”

 

“I can't help that!” she yelled into the car phone. “I was told one guy, Valez, not two!”

 

“And Onigumo wants to talk to you,” it sounded like her brother was wincing.

 

“Patch him through,” she snapped.

 

“Hey, Babes!” the overly cheerful voice called.

 

“Shutup,” she snarled. “You ruined my hit!”

 

“See, if you were in, these embarrassing screw-ups wouldn't happen,” he sounded like a mother-hen. “Now, where are you?”

 

“Russia,” she quipped.

 

“Right, I see you at the Volga right now,” a black Lincoln came up behind her.

 

“Fuck off, would you?”

 

“No can do, Babes,” he climbed out of the driver's seat. “I've been wanting to talk to you face to face.”

 

She set the phone aside and glared at him. “I'm not going to join your damn `union'.”

 

“I'm hurt,” he replied, dryly. “We had some great times.”

 

“You killed my sister,” she reminded him.

 

“Welcome back, Inigo Montoya,” he smiled brightly. “C'mon, everyone's there! Blade, Wolf, Snake, White.”

 

“Not me.”

 

“Too bad,” he pouted. “Well, if you're going to be stubborn, there's nothing I can do.”

 

“Nice to know you realize that,” she gave him a `shoo' gesture.

 

He backed toward the Lincoln. “Well, Babes, if you change your mind, you know how to contact me.”

 

The car sped off.

 

She flipped back to her brother, “Anything else?”

 

There was a rustling.

 

“Souta?”

 

“Kagome Higurashi?” a rough baritone came from the other line.

 

“Who the fuck are you?” she spat, the bottom dropping out of her stomach.

 

“Agent Saishi of the Federal Bureau of Investigation,” he sounded bored. “We have a proposition for you when you return to Las Cruces.”

 

The line went dead.