[ Volume I: "VALORANT PROTOCOL HISTORY VOL. 1" ]
[ Chapter VI (6): "AGENT 02's GREATEST FAILURE | GUARD DUTY" (4) ]
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[ Kingdom's Main Art Gallery, United Kingdom, Earth Alpha. Universe 2006-180819 ( Valorant Universe ) ] [ September 13, 2038 ( 9 AFL ) ] [ 6:42AM ]
"We are the good guys..." Killjoy (Omega) whispers to herself, trying to convince herself, repeating it a thousand times before hypnotizing himself as he tries to drown out the guilt she's feeling, "We are definitely the good guys, right baby?" Her germanic thick accent sipping out as she picks one of her bots in the floor up, the one who shocked Sova into unconsciousness.
This mission was supposed to be guilt free, no harm, no murdering, no killing, no nothing. They go in, they go out, having taken what they needed — for them, and especially for their Earth.
"Hsss." She could feel the bullet sting her shoulder as she focused her attention back at where Phoenix was last seen — but he is not there, and that is not good news. She was about to hunt him, but realized that'll be too much, she and the others couldn't get distracted — that goes with the unconscious Sova as well, they don't have the resources to take a hostage, "Leave him." She (Killjoy) ordered her small robots who were trying to carry the said unconscious Agent. So continuing with the mission she went opposite side of where Jett went — Jett went southside storage, and she is tasked to go northside. And so she did.
[ "KJ! KJ!! I found it, finally lost that pretty boy. So persistent, really, ughh." ] Her earpiece suddenly picked up a distressed ranting Jett, panicked in the voice as her girl best friend went off seemingly forgetting about her and instead talking about her hate of Phoenix — even though it isn't their Phoenix, she (Jett) still hates him. She couldn't believe this hate, probably because Phoenix stole Jett's sandwich in that one case, but that doesn't matter as of now.
[ "Jett, focus on the mission. Remember what we're in here for." ] [ "Yeah, yeah, I'm on it. Watch over Omen, old-man doesn't sound too happy." ] [ "Got it." ] She continued with her mission, followed by her babies about to steal something, for the greater good... For their Earth, the severity of the situation getting into her and in that she felt pressure. ( "We are the good guys... Definitely." )
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[ V/LTR, United Kingdom, Earth Alpha. Universe 2006-180819 ( Valorant Universe ) ] [ September 13, 2038 ( 9 AFL ) ] [ 6:43AM ]
"Omen, Cypher, Sage get ready. We're here." Brimstone the leader of the Valorant Protocol orders his men, and women Agent to prepare — or, the ones available right now in the headquarters. Neverless they'll do for now. All prepared at the very least, Cypher and Sage unlike the two of them could be seen with dark circles under their eyes, or, in the case of Cypher dozing off while clutching his Vandal — at least Sage is trying to stay up, she then pokes the dozing Agent right beside her. "Whah, huh? Oh, yeah." Which jumped up in confusion, drool probably leaking in his metallic mask as he looks around. "Let's go."
Brimstone opened the door of the flying hovercraft of theirs, of the V/LTR, hundreds of feet above the Gallery where Phoenix (09), Viper (02), and Sova (06) is stucked in ambushed by the enemy VP — the impatient Omen didn't wait for the V/LTR to land as he uses his ability and rush out, teleporting in the rooftop where one KJ robot is firing at them. One which Omen destroyed with ease, kicking it and letting gravity do the work as it kept firing until it's dying breath, or, well bullets.
"Dear friend so impatient, cannot blame him." Cypher sights to himself, his sleep ruined by the sudden Brimstone alarming the whole of Valorant HQ — sadly, the only remaining Agents available is Killjoy (04), Cypher (05) and Sage (07). Killjoy is needed to maintain base, so, unluckily they — Cypher and Sage — is the ones supposed to be on dispatch, even though they we're sleeping, Brimstone didn't seem to care as he grabs them both. Cypher reluctantly follows while Sage just follows. Cypher swears he'll get his payback one day, or in an hour. "Overkill~ isn't it." "What?" "Nevermind, let's go." Aamir jumps out not before tilting his metallic hat in the direction of Brimstone and Sage, rolling on the rooftop albeit in both fashionable and clumsy way. ( "Let's play." )
"Hello dear friend." "Bye dear friend." Cypher smiles in seeing his best friend, co-worker, and best pal overall grunts in seeing him — teleporting down not soon after, ( "Ah, not in the mood for a friendly chitchat aren't we? Don't matter, see you later best friend." ) he watches in delight as the Vandal equipped friend of his fires at something, at somewhere — hopefully not at Viper.
Omen is not shooting Viper is he?
( "Shi*!" ) Viper with a knife stuck onto his thick thighs could be seen cursing the high heavens as the mustache twirling villain in this case is savoring each moment of her pain, clenching her teeth as she grunts — the nose and mouth of her being covered by her mask, but the green poisonous eyes of her isn't, as she watches the man in front of her (Omega Omen) approach her, she then backs in response until her back met the wall behind her — a blood trail in the middle of Viper and Omega Omen. "YOU caused all of this." The voice of him disturbed, angry even though no change in facial expression could be seen.
"Heh. Yeah, sure Joh– Omen, why don't you blame your Earth's Viper then?" She didn't fear him, she wants his fear — and she'll settle for anger instead of that if she couldn't get it, and in anger does the Omega Omen in front of her shows — even though she's bloodied, a bullet stuck into her stomach, shoulder, and a knife in her thighs she didn't care — the armor of her cracked, and she'll rather go making someone pissed off rather than dying in vain.
She (Viper) watches closely with fluttered eyelids as the Omen in front of her destroys an art piece nearby in anger, shattering it — "I don't really think you can pay for tha—" [ bang ] her mocking was interrupted by the Omen shooting him impatiently with a Bucky in the stomach — thankfully most of the bullets not piercing her armor, her grin turning wider as she knows she's getting under his skin.
"A-aren't you sons of bitc**** supposed to be the good guys, no?" "Heh, liars these days. They go rampant." "Goodnight Viper." ( "Shi*..." ) She closes her eyes waiting for impact, tightly shutting it — the boss bitc* manner she was supposed to be showing failing last minute as a single tear came out of his eyes — a figure of one stupid man alongside three small figures flashing in her mind. Not the achievements she achieved, not the inventions, not the face of her father-figure Brimstone, no, they didn't appear in her supposedly last minute alive, but instead what appeared is the stupid face of that rich, arrogant, bookworm's face, the features of him blurred for some reason. Her fiance's face, she wants to see it — her greatest failure in her meaningless life, ( "Fuc* I don't want to die?!" )
Her cries seemingly falling to deaf ears as she screams that mearly to her thoughts. But the most interesting thing in life is that, some being upstairs do listen, and in this case that's me — as a round of bullet fire from somewhere saves Viper from the impending death that she was supposed to face, this one hitting Omega Omen in the back of the head, piercing it's hood but not enough to kill it — but enough for it's powers to activate subconsciously and teleport away — all of this beyond his control, [ SCATTER ]
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[ Fun Fact (About Me): "This Fan Fiction is inspired by Blinding Flashes by buckyjones123, to be perfectly honest I have been searching for days now for a good fanfiction about Valorant, a decent one, I even settled for female readers POV (so many Omen, damn it) — yet none was good, or even comprehensible, only Blinding Flashes is. So, this is my tribute and addition to the hopefully readable Valorant Stories. And I am still waiting for that Jett Chapter, damn you buckyjones123!" ]