Gerald got behind the seat of his car while Orange sat beside him and Razor in the rear.
"I have linked the addressed to your GPS and will be watching from above in case you need assistance." Agent Right said over the group's communication devices.
Gerald started driving.
"Should we change our plan since we now have a third person?" Orange asked.
"Just act as if I am not here." Gerald said. "Consider it as a training mission. I will be here if you screw up, but it will be better if you can handle it on your own."
"Understood." Razor said.
Gerald stopped a block away from their target location. It was outside of a nightclub called the Magic Palace. Since it was the middle of the day, the place wasn't exactly happening.
"Alright. Keep your eyes on a swivel. It is likely that the owner of the club is providing protection to Turpin while he is in town. The NSA already knows that these people are bad news. We don't need to be restrained. They may not take kindly to our presence, and there may be unordinary individuals. Let's not give them a chance."
"I got it; you don't need to remind me." Razor said to Orange.
Orange went up to the front door followed by Razor while Gerald stood several paces away and played on his phone.
*Knock* *Knock*
A man cracked open the door and peered out.
"What do you want?"
"I got what Turpin is looking for." She said while patting her breast pocket.
The man looked her and Razor over but paid no attention to Gerald, he then closed the door. After a minute the door opened all the way.
Orange and Razor walked in. The door was slammed behind them.
Gerald looked towards one of the security cameras on the outside of the building. Alien words started to flash past the lenses of his glasses. A moment later he was granted access to the entire security network.
Several tiny windows popped up on his phone, showing Gerald the footage of every camera in the place.
***
Back in the NSA office Agent Right was surprised when the security feed appeared on her computer. She looked through the many window and right when she was about to activate her microphone Gerald's voice spoke into her ear.
"Don't say anything to them. I want to see how well they do."
"But sir they are-."
"Do as I say." Gerald repeated.
Agent Right looked back to her boss that was watching over her shoulder. He nodded. She decided to not mention it.
She watched from her monitor as Gerald walked down an alley beside the nightclub. He attention flicked back to the other cameras and the thermal overlay that the NSA satellites provided.
She watched as Orange and Razor talked to the man who let them in while behind the next door, half a dozen people armed with assault rifles and body armor stood waiting with their guns pointed at the entrance.
Suddenly Orange struck the man across the face and used her hand to cover his mouth. She took him down to the ground while putting him in a choke hold. Razor grabbed two sets of zip ties. He secured the man's feet together and then his arms behind his back while Orange stood over him.
She let him go when he went unconscious.
A radio feed popped up on Agent Right's computer.
"The pair took down Gino, get ready to act."
The men with the guns right outside the door huddled together. They took up a military like formation with three on each side of the door that they were about to go through.
"Come on, come on, get ready." Agent Right mumbled to herself. She looked back to the two soldiers form the Calamity unit but could only see Orange searching the man. Razor had moved out of the vision of the camera.
The men with guns whispered through their communication devices. "Breach the room in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"
*Crash*
A window shattered high on the wall that separated the soldiers from the men with guns.
"Grenade!" One of the men yelled.
*Flash* *Bang*
The men were blinded and deafened.
Agent Right cheered at her desk then immediately stopped when she remembered her boss was standing right behind her.
*Break* *Crunch*
She watched the feed of the six men where squinting and trying to regain their vision. The drywall separating them from the soldiers suddenly broke open as Razor kicked into the room with a silenced assault rifle in hand. He rolled into the room low to avoid any wires that may have gone through the middle of the dry wall he had just kicked in.
The men in the room were gradually regaining a bit of vision and hearing. They turned towards the disturbance.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft* *Pft* *Pft* *Pft* *Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
Razor didn't hesitate to shoot anyone who turned their guns towards him. The weapons were illegal and in the possession of suspected terrorist that were known to be harboring a calamity level threat. That was good enough reason for him.
*Pss* *Pss* *Pss* *Pss*
Orange entered the door, raised her pistol and fired four times at the men who coming out of a room on the second floor, armed with weapons and body armor.
She holstered her pistol after making the tight turn around the door and drew her own rifle.
Gerald, who was standing on a dumpster, looking through a window, jumped down when he saw that the room had been cleared.
"Movement at the back of the building." Agent right said when a heat signature started moving towards the back. She hadn't seen Gerald on the cameras since he went into the alley, but she wasn't worried about him. She kept her attention on the two soldiers who were ushing towards the back. "The heat signature looks like he is about to run out the back." She could only go off of the satellite feed since there weren't cameras in the back room.
Orange and Razor sprinted towards the stage of the nightclub and circled around to the room behind the stage.
"Hold it!" Orange yelled a moment before Razor was about to kick open the door.
Razor stopped without question and looked back towards Orange.
"You smell that?" She asked while sniffing near the door.
Razor did the same. "Gasoline?"
Orange nodded. She then pointed to the wall on the back of the building. "Window." She said while running over and offered her hands to boost Razor up.
Razor stepped on her hands and then looked through the window that was at the top of the wall. He could see a man with slicked back hair running down the alley and looking over his shoulder. It was the owner of the club.
"Not our target." Razor said while jumping down.
*Clap* *Clap* *Clap*
The two turned around with their guns trained on the bald-headed man who was clapping his hands.
"You two didn't fall for my trap, perhaps you will be able to provide a bit of excitement for me." He said while he held a book under his arm. When he went to reach for it, Razor called out.
"Anthony Turpin. Drop the book and come quietly."
"Ha, ha, ha. What can you do to stop me?"
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
Razor fired a burst of three bullets, but Turpin opened his outstretched hand with his palm towards the soldiers. The bullet stopped a foot in front of him and fell to the floor.
"How cute. Did you really think that your guns would be of any use against me?"
Razor looked towards Orange who nodded to him.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
They took turns firing bursts while moving away from each other and circling around Turpin in opposite directions.
"Your mana isn't infinite. Let's see if you can hold on until we run out of bullets." Orange said.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
Since they were now on different sides, Turpin had to raise a second hand to stop bullet coming form the other side. It stopped him from grabbing his spell book.
He frowned when he realized that his bluff wouldn't work on these two, they were far more aware of what he was, compared to the previous two agents.
"Go little one." Turpin whispered to the tattoo on his neck.
The ink snake slithered down his neck and across his outstretched arm. It leapt from his hand and turned into a three-foot-long snake made of flames that swam through the air towards Razor.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
Razor fired at the snake, but the bullets passed through the flames without harming it.
*Hiss*
The snake bared its fiery fangs at the soldier and then dove towards him.
Razor rolled out of the way as the snake went past him. Turpin took the moment when gun fire was no longer coming from his left and grabbed the book that was tucked under his other arm. He pulled it form the leather holster and opened it with ease, using a single hand.
Turpin then started to recite foreign words with skilled practice while still blocking the bullets from Orange.
Razor turned and dove a second time as the snake struck again. Its bite missed but its tail slapped him in the chest as it passed. Razor was thrown backwards and surprised that an animal made from flames packed such large force behind it. He crashed onto a small table that was filled with empty bottles and glasses from the night before. They shattered as he rolled on his back and got his feet beneath him.
Razor's chest ached but when he glanced, he saw the fabric of his shirt was only singed a bit but still intact.
Turpin turned his full attention to Orange since Razor was a bit busy.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
Her bullets didn't harm him, but each burst he stopped depleted a bit of his stored mana.
Turpin pulled a dagger from his belt and threw it towards the woman while he kept chanting the verses to his spell.
The dagger flew like an arrow, straight towards her face. She ducked to the side and let it go over her shoulder before standing and firing again.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
"Watchout!" Razor yelled.
Orange wasn't sure what she was supposed to watch out for, but she dove to the side and rolled anyway. While she rolled, she saw the dagger had unstuck itself from the wall and passed right through where she was standing before it dove into the sheath it was originally pulled form.
She stood up, ejected her magazine and reloaded before continuing to fire.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
"Sir, are you seeing this?" Agent Right softly asked while watching everything on the nightclub's cameras.
"That is why we are working with the Calamity unit on this case. It is what they are trained for."
She nodded and kept focusing on the video feed. She still didn't see Gerald anywhere.
Razor dodged the snake again as he worked closer towards the outside wall. His bullets didn't seem to do anything to the creature made from flames. He rolled again and then elbowed the glass case behind him while dropping his gun and letting his should strap catch it.
He grasped the fire extinguisher, pulled the pin and stood his ground as the snake charge him again. The snake dove headfirst into the white chemical foam that sprayed out from the extinguisher. The creature screeched in pain as it emerged from the cloud of white foam, this time it was no longer made of flames but had a physical form. Its red body was still flying forward but it missed the target of its bite and lashed its tail at Razor's face.
The man was able to get his hand up in time and to block the strike.
A line of blood splashed onto the ground after the back of his hand was cut open.
Now in a physical form, the snake had lost the ability to fly. Razor turned the extinguisher onto it again and dowsed the creature that was still giving off a radiant heat. It began to writhe and thrash around in the foam on the floor.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
Orange kept firing. She stopped when Turpin grabbed the dagger and threw it at her again. She moved to the side and used the butt of her rifle to knock it away. It clanged to the ground where it rested a moment, then it started to move again. It flew back towards its sheath, but this time she was not in between it and its target.
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Pft* *Pft* *Pft*
*Click* *Click* *Click*
Her gun had run out of bullets again. Orange ejected the magazine, but as she did so, Turpin stopped his chant and with a single hand, he closed the book he held.
Flames started to pour out of the book and up his arm. They wrapped around him to form a thick armor along his torso and arms. The armor then spread towards his legs.
Orange dropped her rifle and pulled her pistol to save time.
*Pss* *Pss* *Pss*
The bullet bounced off the armor without Turpin having to expend any extra mana. He chuckled as flames formed sharp claws on his hands. Thick fiery flames formed a pair of wings on his back that weren't solid like his armor but radiated an intense heat.
Turpin saw the woman in front of him lower her weapon.
"That is right, there is no longer any point in resisting." Turpin said as the flames went to the crown of his head and started forming a helmet that was making its way down his neck.
*Click*
Turpin felt something suddenly clasp around his neck.
"NOOOO!" He screamed as his connection to his mana was cut off. He reached towards the collar that had just been put on, but his ordinary strength that wasn't able to be enhanced by mana wasn't strong enough to break the mana blocking metal.
*Wham*
The butt of Razor's rifle smashed into the back of the man's head knocking him out cold.
"Not bad." Gerald said as he stepped out of the shadow in the corner.
Both Razor and Orange caught their breath while they looked at their passed-out target. Gerald walked over towards them and gave Turpin a soft kick to see if he was really unconscious or just faking it. When he was assured, he turned bent down and picked up the spell book and tossed it to Orange who had the mana restricting device that was capable of sealing a spell book.