Inside a massive military cargo plane, four people sat in silence. Two of them wore high-tech power armor, while the other two had 'normal' gear. One was dressed entirely in black, with a black coat and hood covering his skin, while the other had post-apocalyptic clothing. They seat in silence until someone broke it...
"This shit slaps" said S-1, the team support, a young-looking guy, around 27 years old, with purple hair and purple eyes. He was casually munching on chips.
"Can you stop that?" said A-1, a 26-year-old with long black hair and red eyes, glaring at S-1 in annoyance.
"Nah, mf emo-looking ass, I'm good" S-1 replied as A-1 started going after him. S-1 quickly opened his wings and flew up. "Hahaha! You can't get me now!" he shouted, flipping A-1 off. A-1 on other hand took S-1 chips that fall of him when he fly up and started eating it.
"N-no! My food!" S-1 said defeated, not coming back down to face the wrath of the team's assassin.
"Sucks to suck" A-1 said with no emotion as he continued eating S-1's chips.
"..." V-1, the team's vanguard, watched in silence, unable to understand how his team was acting like children.
"Hehehe, I finally finished it!" E-1, the team's engineer, said excitedly, admiring his newly crafted power armor.
"...Why are you dressed like that?" V-1 asked, his deep voice carrying through his mask as he stared at E-1, who was dressed in a post-apocalyptic gear.
"Oh! This? Isn't it cool? I made it with titanium and tungsten! It's got all kinds of gadgets—small rockets, poison needles! Oh, and my AI can..." E-1 rambled on excitedly about his new suit, but only V-1 was patient enough to listen until he finished.
"Five minutes until landing," came the announcement from the speakers.
"And this button brings out my jet—" E-1 started before being cut off by V-1.
"Put your equipment back in the cargo hold," V-1 ordered, pointing at the massive pile of gear—everything from well-made power armor to laser guns. "Last time you didn't put it back yourself, it almost blew up."
"Don't worry, everything's under control!" E-1 said, quickly starting sorting his pile of equipment.
V-1 nodded, then walked over to the team's assassin and support, who were now on the floor, pulling each other's hair.
"Let go, you emo fuck!"
"You first!"
"No, you first! Beautiful emo fuck!"
"What the fu—" Before A-1 could finish, both he and S-1 were suddenly lifted into the air.
"We're landing. Get serious. Remember, Zahak wants to see us" V-1 said, his massive 2-meter-tall frame easily holding them up by the collars of their power armor as if they weighed nothing.
"That snake? And here I thought we'd be getting a thank-you gift or something. Damn, this sucks" S-1 grumbled.
"It is what it is" A-1 said, still munching on the last of the chips.
"NOoOOOo~" S-1 cried out dramatically, tears in his eyes.
"I'll get you a new one laterl" V-1 said.
"Really?!"
"No."
"Huh?" And with that, V-1 dropped both of them to the floor.
"I finished!" E-1 suddenly appeared next to V-1, looking proud.
"Good. And you two, get up" V-1 ordered.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever" S-1 muttered as he stood up with A-1.
"Landing" the speakers announced once again.
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Inside a massive underground facility, the Death Squad walked through the corridors, escorted by two soldiers toward Zahak's office.
"Have you noticed?" A-1 asked V-1 quietly, referring to the strange symbols on the back of everyone's hands.
"..." V-1 only nodded.
"We all did" S-1 added, his tone now serious.
On high alert, they reached Zahak's office.
"You can go in" one of the soldiers said.
With a nod, the team entered.
Zahak's office was large and luxurious, with massive bookshelves lining the walls. Behind a grand desk sat Zahak himself.
"It's been a long time, V-1. Please, take a seat" Zahak said with a friendly tone and smile.
"Yes, it's been a while. I'm sorry we couldn't respond sooner; we had some... difficulties during our mission. Thank you for the offer, but we prefer to stand" V-1 replied professionally.
"Oh, you don't need to worry. It happens to the best of us" Zahak said, still maintaining his friendly facade.
"Yes. Now, the reason we were requested..."
"Straight to the point, huh? Well, it's simple, V-1. I need the Death watch to arrest and gather all those lowlifes from the slums of Tehran and track down the serial killer, Div, for me. Simple, isn't—" Before he could finish, Zahak froze, staring at the Death Squad with wide eyes, as if he'd seen a ghost.
"Is everything—"
"Yes, yes, everything's fine. Just get out. My people will give you the details tomorrow. I don't want to hear anything else from you" Zahak snapped, his voice filled with frustration and anger.
"Yes, sir" the Death Squad replied in unison and exited Zahak's office.
"...Bang." Once the team had left, Zahak stared at his desk for a few minutes before punching it in frustration.
"DAMN IT! How is this possible? Their willpower is too strong! Even if I did manage to control them, I couldn't keep it up for long. It's all pointless. And that V-1... is he even human?!" Zahak muttered, slowly calming himself.
"It doesn't matter. I'm still their boss. I'll just order them around. No need to waste my time on them" he said to himself, lost in thought.
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"Was it just me, or did anyone else feel something trying to crawl into their skull?" S-1 asked as they walked toward their rooms.
"Yes, I felt it" V-1 said, annoyed.
"Something's off about him" A-1 added, his eyes scanning the area for anything suspicious.
"Nothing in the system" E-1 said, having been silent until now as he hacked into the base's system.
"Be vigilant during our time here. Don't let your guard down, not for a second" V-1 ordered as they reached their rooms at the end of the hall. "Am I clear?"
"Yes" the three replied. With a nod to each other, they entered their rooms.
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"I am... skibidi toilet boom sound effect."
"What the fuck is 'The Skibidi Toilet Movie'?!" our protagonist muttered, staring at his laptop in complete confusion.