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It's nighttime in the city, the rain dropping heavily on the concrete floor of the docks. There were multiple crates littering the area, stacked one on top of another beside a crane. A black van sat near the ocean with around 30 thugs surrounding it. One of the thugs who was looking into the van spoke up. "Shit. Ain't no one gonna fuck wit us anymo'."

Another thug responded with a slight grin and a chuckle. "Not even Achilles can handle the smoke." Despite how they were acting, the thugs were nervous and were looking around, wanting it to be over. It was not because of how the rain was mositing their coats and making it cold for some of them. "You think he's even gonna show?" A thug scoffed. "Y'all giving him too much respect. So what if he knows karate?" He was cut off by another thug. "Dawg, he makes karate look like kindergarten." The same thug who spoke before scoffed again.

Achilles and Tradewind were standing on top of a tall crate, looking down at the scene. "What're they talking about?" Tradewind looked over at Achilles. The Ghost of Delta City glared at all of them through the slits of his white mask. "Arms deal. Mossberg 500s and IMI Uzis." Tradewind looked back at the scene.

"Sheesh. Where'd they get 'em? Guns R Us?" Tradewind let out a cocky grin. Achilles responded to Tradewind's question, ignoring the joke, "That's what we're about to find out." That's when Achilles began to use his ability, he looked around and saw three possible outcomes to how this can work. He then picked the best option, "If you take the left side and I take the right, we can catch them off guard." Tradewind slightly nodded and Achilles put his hand up and pointed it left of Tradewind's position. "You're the boss."

Tradewind kept the grin as he ran left. Tradewind ran and jumped across the crates and began to hop from one crate to another, being as subtle as he could. Tradewind hopped down from the crate and landed on a puddle, tiny water drops evaporated from the impact. "Look, my invite got lost, but can I still come to the party?" A thug drew his gun and shot at Tradewind, who ducked under the shot.

"WOAH! WOAH! Rude! Can I at least say something heroically clever?!" He jumped over the next bullet that was shot at him. "Fine. Have it your way." Tradewind charged at the thugs and cartwheeled over to them, kicking the gun out of the thug's hand. He would then sweep kick said thug before jumping up and getting into a fighting stance. "Alright! Who else wants some?!"

Tradewind heard a click, immediately knowing what it was, he took out one of his batons and threw it at the other thug who drew a gun on him. Instead of hitting the gun like he intended, the baton hit the thug in the face. "Oh! I'm sorry, I was aiming for your gun and not your face.. Hope you can still get a girlfriend!" Tradewind's smart remark was cut off as he felt a sharp pain on his side and jumped back with a grunt.

He saw a thug with a knife and groaned. "Can we just use our fists?! Like normal fights?!" Tradewind dodged the blade slices and then grabbed the thug's arm and flipped him over and slammed his knee on his face. Two more thugs charged at Tradewind, he tripped one of them then threw the other one into him. He performed a backflip taking both out with his feet. As more would charge at Tradewind, Achilles used the crane to swing into action and take out a thug by landing on him.

Tradewind and Achilles were back to back with the fists up, "FUCK ITS ACHILLES!" Achilles immediately sprung into action taking out another thug by landing on him and then handsprung up kicking a thug down. Meanwhile Achilles is busy taking the thugs out, Tradewind punches a thug in the jaw and roundhouse kicks another. Tradewind grabbed another one of his batons and rolled over and managed to grab the one he threw. He began hitting thugs with them. A thug tried to punch him which Tradewind would counter and kick him in the gut.

Tradewind kneed a thug in the gut and threw him into two more. He turned around to check up on Achilles only to see a bunch of unconscious thugs surrounding him and walking towards Tradewind. "Now how about that?! Tradewind and Achilles! The dynamic duo! There's no one even on our level! Taking all the threats out, ain't that right?" Achilles had his arms crossed. "You talk too much." Tradewind scoffed. "Someone has to be the comic relief out of us two!" Achilles sighed, "You got hit." Tradwind responded with a scoff. "No I didn't!-" Tradewind was cut off by Achilles lifting his arm.

"The uh.. Crane cut me." Achilles raised an eyebrow, Tradewind knew he wasn't buying it. "You're going to need a lot more training before even thinking about going on solo missions. I hope you realize that." Tradewind looked down, he knew Achilles was right, Achilles saw that one of the thugs was moving and walked over to him, grabbing him by the collar and lifting him up with one hand. "Where'd you get the guns? Who's your supplier?" The thug grunted, "I don't know! All I had to do was tag along wit' everyone, bro."

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐃? 𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

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𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

Hi! My name is Tony, and i'll be the author of Tradewind: The Series!

I wanted to give you half the chapter as a preview of what's to come from this series, what i plan for this series to be is an action packed drama filler that gives it a feel for a TV series.

All criticism is appreciated as long as you're not being flat out rude about said criticism i will accept it.

I hope you enjoyed! There's more to come on this series!