Chapter 4

Rattling Vermillion

At the harbor, the waves swayed gently and the skies were a soft, pastel color of pinks and purples. Amidst the spaces between the yellow metal beams of the tower crane were two figures, Felix and Maria, watching from afar as a breeze brushed against them. Their eyes focused on a black car.

“Can you see him?” Felix asked Maria.

“I think so. He’s the one in the middle of the car, right?” Maria responded as she looked through a pair of binoculars, her legs swaying back and forth.

“Most likely.”

“Pretty ballsy being out in the open like this.” She said as she got up.

“He’s probably confident that he can get himself bailed out again.”

As they conversed however, a figure stood watching them from a faraway roof. Patiently watching them through binoculars with auburn brown hair tied to a pony-tail.

“So those two… the Blue Phantom and his partner, Venom Vanguard… so there’s him, Nero and Isabelle…” He muttered before looking down to the black car on the ground, “…and their target, the man who’s confident that no prison can contain him, Lewis Shaw.”

The pony-tailed man continued to watch them from afar, his gaze was glued to the two operatives. “So then... show me what you can do, Blue Phantom.”

“So, what’s the plan?” Maria asked, the soft breeze swaying her hair.

“According to the intel, he has four bodyguards, but we could expect at least twenty of them at their meetup. We scatter them, take out the guards one by one.”

“Shh…” Maria stopped him and glanced around.

“What is she doing?” The man mumbled.

Her eyes turned to look at the rooftop from afar, where the pony-tailed man sat and watched, only to find no one there.

“Is someone there?” Asked Felix as he also looked over to where she was focused on.

“Not sure… Must’ve been the wind.” She shrugged.

The man sighed in relief as he dangled on a chain tied to the side of the wall. A cold sweat slowly dripped down lower than the small scar under his lips. “What the hell, she noticed me from here?” he nervously mumbled as he climbed back up.

When he looked over, Felix and Maria were already gone from their positions.

They swung from one beam to the next with their grappling hooks. Landing on top of metal crates, stopping to hide, then swinging again, quietly closing in on their targets.

“Aren’t grappling hooks fun?” She smirked.

“Marie, you’re moving too quickly. Don’t get too far ahead.”

When the black car stopped near one of the warehouses, Felix let go of the grappling hook and quickly hid from their sight, yet Maria kept moving.

The car doors opened, and a man in a violet tuxedo stepped out, accompanied by four others in black suits. Beside him however was a man in a black coat, with a face obscured by a green visor.

“That must be Lewis. But… the one beside him looks like a– Wait, Marie, don’t get too close!” Felix whispered to the transceiver.

Maria nonchalantly smiled, “Don’t worry, I’ll be f—!” With a loud gong, she slammed against the metal beam.

Lewis Shaw and his men turned their heads to look for what caused the loud slam, and brought out their guns.

“Great, now they’re on guard.” Felix ranted as he dragged a stunned Maria by the collar behind the wall.

“Head hurty…” Maria blurted out as she clutched her head.

The pony-tailed man from the distance continued to watch as the criminal walked towards one of the warehouses with a briefcase in hand.

Another person opened the warehouse doors from inside, a young man dressed in a leather jacket with orange-hair, carrying a different briefcase.

As Lewis conversed with the orange-haired man inside, their attention was drawn to where the two operatives hid.

“What is this? Who do you have up there?!” Lewis grabbed the orange-haired man’s collar.

“No one, no one!” The orange-haired man snapped his finger, “Men! All arms ready!”

The visored man walked forward to where the noise was and pulled out a pistol, aiming it towards the many large steel beams hanging above. “Stay behind me, sir.” He said to the man in the tuxedo.

“I can’t believe it, those two…” A cold-sweat dripped across the cheek of pony-tailed man as he watched the two agents.

A gunshot suddenly rang loud across the harbor.

“…are idiots.” He concluded to himself as he put down the binoculars and pinched the bridge of his nose with disappointment. His hands clutched the chain wrapped around his arm, “Can they catch him? Or should I...”

“What is wrong with you?! We had the element of surprise—” Felix angrily yelled out.

“Now’s not the time!” Maria replied.

The two quickly rushed behind the steel shipping container with gasping breaths.

A shoot out quickly commenced with the two agents suddenly trapped. The grating sound of bullets carving into the cargo continued and concentrated to their location.

“We almost had him! Instead, you shot them and alerted their entire group!” Felix yelled as he fired back at them.

He reloaded his gun and continued to fire.

“Shut your word hole right now!” She replied as she flung a knife straight at one of the goon’s forehead, killing the man instantly.

“I’m almost out of ammo.” Felix spoke to the transceiver.

“How?! You have an energy gun! Use it!”

“It’s an energy gun, it has an effective range of five meters!” He replied as he fired at the enemies with his pistol. “Come in, mission control. We’re pinned down, requesting back up.”

The transceiver sparked, “—Back up is—”

“Why doesn’t technology ever work in my hands?” He pouted.

“What now?” Maria asked.

“Split up, lead them around, take them out one by one. You go this way, I’ll go that way.”

“Excuse me, I’m not the one with the bullet-proof coat—”

There was a metallic clink sound right beside them. Felix’s expression turned to shock as a grenade rolled a few feet from the crate they hid behind.

He drew his pistol and aimed at it, but as he pulled the trigger, all he heard was a hollow click.

Realizing his gun was empty, he threw the gun at the grenade and pulled in Maria close, covering her from the blast.

The grenade flew it a few feet away just before exploding.

Maria watched Felix’s face contort with pain as the metal can turned into a portrait red and white flames bursting behind him.

“G-grk!” He growled out as he took the brunt of the explosion.

“Are you alright?!”

“I’m fine. D-didn’t you say nothing leaves a scar on us?” He forced out a smile. While his coat protected him from the shrapnel, the impact still weighed on him. “Now go!”

“... Right.” She nodded.

Felix staggered as he got back up. There were tears on the back of his pitch-black coat.

The two agents headed toward different directions, moving from one steel cargo to the next.

“I’ve held up my end of the bargain. You deal with this.” The orange-haired man shrugged from behind Lewis.

“Wait, where are you going—?!” As Lewis turned around, however, the young man’s body had turned into decks of French-suited playing cards and scattered into the air and quickly dissipating into nothingness.

“What the hell?!” Lewis scowled and yelled, “Men! Kill whoever’s there!”

“Yes, sir!” Their pursuers moved slowly and cautiously.

The steel crane creaked with the whistle of the wind while the agents sat in wait, listening to the steps of their enemies and when they got too close, they were caught in the agent’s web of shadows.

Felix moved under and over in the cloak of shadows, striking his prey with his silent gun, contrasted to the wailing and agony on Maria’s end.

Lewis’ men fired recklessly and randomly, hitting nothing.

“Shhh, go to sleep.” Felix dropped down from behind the crate and whispered as he kept his prey silent, covering the man’s mouths as he fired his gun from behind.

As the man lost consciousness, he leaned against the metal crate with ragged breaths, “That was for my back.”

“What the… What’s going on—?” The criminal stuttered in shock, beside him stood the visored man with a pistol in each arm.

One by one, his men fell, either silently by Felix’s hands, or with a violent scream with Maria’s.

The sun began to sink down the horizon, while its light slipped through empty spaces between the large metal crates like prison bars. It grew more and more quiet as his men fell, until the silence was broken by the echoes of the two agent’s voices.

“I thought Cocytus was supposed to be one of the toughest prisons on Earth?” Maria’s disappointed voice haunted the docks.

“Apparently, he slipped out of custody before he could be brought there.” Felix’s voice reverberated through the metal crates.

“Show yourselves!” He yelled out viciously.

A body was flung from behind one of the crates, and fell next to Lewis and the visored man.

“B-boss…” the man whimpered, knives sticking out of his chest.

“What are you doing, get up and protect me!” Lewis yelled, enraged and scared, yet stubborn.

“Lewis Shaw. We demand your immediate surrender.” Felix exclaimed from the shadows.

“I demand you suck my dick!” Lewis snarked as he signaled his men to go check.

“Yup, I’m going to kill him.” Maria declared to Felix on the transceiver.

“Easy, girl.” Felix sighed, his arms pressing against the metal surface, struggling to stay upright.

The voices of the two agents reverberated through the steel corridors, followed by the sound of his men plopping to the ground. Lewis reached into his inner pockets and pulled out a gun.

Maria showed herself, on her arm was the unconscious body of his last henchmen, as she dropped him to the ground for Lewis to see personally. On her other arm, the briefcase of the other man who was trading with him.

As she dropped the body, she let out a peppy exhale, “Phew.”

“Looks like we’re up against the twelve agencies, sir.” The visored man grinned as he aimed his gun at Maria.

Felix grabbed one of the unconscious men’s guns and aimed from the spaces between. As he cocked his gun and aimed, the visored man quickly pushed down Lewis to the ground.

The man jumped back as Felix’s shots struck the ground.

Maria then swung her knife at the visored man, but he ducked and grabbed Maria’s arm, throwing her towards where the bullets were being fired.

“This guy’s a tough nut.” Maria remarked as Felix walked out from the shadows between the large metal cranes.

“That insignia…” Felix spoke, commenting on the mark on the visored man’s outfit. A green fire trapped in a diamond. “You must be a Cinderash.”

Lewis took a step back, pulling the briefcase closer to his chest, but as he walked away slowly, he felt a cold metal press against his back. “That’s right, bitch boys. I have a professional assassin working for me. Your lives are as good as over!”

“Marie, get behind me.”

“You think I'm scared of some little assassin? Bring the whole Cinderash clan for all I care, I’ll kill them all!” Maria boasted.

“Come on, then!” The visored man of the Cinderash clan yelled out with an excited grin. He began firing at Felix. Felix dashed away, avoiding the bullets and firing back using the energy gun, Ion.

Transparent, concentric waves of energy struck the visored man’s arms, he suddenly felt numbed and struggled to move his hand.

Lewis ran through the crates behind him with the briefcase in his arms.

The visored man’s arms shuddered, “What kind of weapon is that?”

“Marie, just capture Lewis!” Felix yelled out as he kicked the Cinderash against the cold steel wall. The visored man groaned and aimed at Felix once again.

Felix narrowly dodged, the bullet grazed against the top of his blue eye. He pressed his hand against the wound, but was kicked back by the visored man.

A battle between the two gunslingers ensued. Exchanging shot after shot in close proximity, while evading each other’s blows.

One was equipped to kill while the other wasn’t.

He can keep up with me. Am I too weak... or is this just the level of a true professional?

Either way, he’s not just a fool with guns. But still… he’s weaker than Harbinger.

And if he’s weaker than Harbinger, then I can beat him—

I can win!

“GRAHG!” Felix yelled as the visored man kicked him against the metal walls.

There was a whirring sound coming from the visored man’s legs.

“Wh-what?” The blue-eyed agent grumbled out as he slowly got back up.

The visored man grinned and lifted the cuff of his pants, and showing a chrome, mechanical leg hidden beneath, “Combat prosthetics. Brings an explosiveness to my kicks. I was hoping to have some fun, so I didn’t want to use it, but you were stronger than I expected. Sorry my friend, but it’s time I stopped holding back.”

Felix’s eyes furrowed as he readied for round two.

As Lewis ran, looking for a way out, however, Maria whispered, “No escape.”

From the shadows, she poked her finger on Lewis’ shoulder and disappeared again. Lewis’ quickly aimed his gun to the poking he felt, but there was no one there.

His breath turned ragged as he grew frightened. A drop of sweat slid down his cheek as he once again started running.

But before he could get anywhere, she made him trip and fall with a swift leg sweep from beneath him.

She squatted down in front of him with both her palms on her face. From the ground, he looked up and saw her with a wide, wry smile, like a predator playing with its prey.

He slowly got back up, and so did Maria, “Hands in the air.” She sweetly stated.

“Y-yes, ma’am…” Slowly, Lewis raised his hands, only to reveal in his hand a stun grenade. With a bright burst of light, he grabbed the briefcase and made his escape.

Blinded by the flash, Maria shielded her eyes and pulled out her grappling hook, “No, you don’t!”

As she fired, Lewis quickly pulled out a stun gun and struck the wire. Electricity surged through it and reached back to the grappling hook. Maria let out a sharp scream and fell to the ground.

With a grin, Lewis stepped back and resumed his escape.

“Marie!” Felix yelled out, still in the middle of his own battle.

He avoided the visored man’s explosive kicks that dented the metal crates, but his movements were sloppy. The strain from the explosion earlier took its toll on his back and gradually got worse as their battle progressed.

But as he aimed his gun to counter, his opponent kicked his hands upwards, and then spin kicked him into the metal crates. Felix fell to his knees.

“You were good, kid.” The visored man aimed his gun at Felix’s head, “But you shouldn’t get distracted.”

But before he pulled the trigger, a blue outline surrounded Felix’s body.

“What the hell?” The visored man remarked, surprised.

Like a coiled spring, Felix sprung at the man with great force. He smashed into the metal crates one more time and fell to the ground.

Bright blue particles scattered into the air and faded away, and Felix fell to his knees. He grabbed his head as streams of blue electricity crackled around his body.

A sharp pain radiated in his head, “Urk! Urghh!!” He grunted.

His visor broke as he coughed up blood. With a weak voice, he looked up at his opponent and asked, “What… the hell… was that…?”

“You weren’t… the only one… holding back.” Felix huffed as he got back up, the streams of light faded and he rushed to Maria’s side.

“Marie… are you alright?”

Maria clutched his arm and spoke, “What are you doing? After him!”

“But—”

“I’ll be fine, go!”

“Right.” Barely able to stand, the injuries he sustained from the explosion reared its head, but Felix pushed himself back up.

He staggered, but planted his feet so he wouldn’t fall. His wide, focused eyes started to shine blue, and his body followed, wrapping him in a thin layer of blue light.

He took one step forward, and burst straight ahead, leaving behind a fading blue trail as if his body was shot forward without any control.

The soft waves could be heard as Maria slowly got up. She clutched her abdomen and let out pained noises, but she looked up with a smile.

Lewis Shaw turned his head as he heard a loud metal crash from behind him.

The metal container creaked as the agent in black reeled to the side, leaving behind a large dent on it. Felix slowly got back up and grit his teeth. The blue glow around his body fluctuated, dimming and rising, unable to control it.

“Lewis Shaw… where are you!” He angrily yelled.

Lewis closed his mouth with one of his hands, while the other still held onto the briefcase. He watched as Felix got tossed around by his own power, making a beeline into another shipping container, bouncing it upwards with a loud bang.

Felix started to radiate once again. His hands and neck started to glow from inside his flesh as he started to feel like his body was burning. The blue light around him began to glow brighter and brighter, forming a sphere around his body.

When he wiped his face, he noticed a stream of blood flowing out of his nose. He clutched his head one more time and his breathing grew heavier and uneven. Panic washed over his face as the light surrounding his body erupted, and the shockwave pushed the metal crates away from him slightly.

Blood spilled on the ground as Felix nearly collapsed, but he refused to fall and took a slow, aching step forward, “Lewis… Shaw…”

Lewis quietly ran between alleys with weighted breaths as he constantly kept looking back.

With his back pressed against the red brick wall, he noticed that the back entrance to one of the old, rusty warehouses was wide open. He slowly walked inside, checking his surroundings. Old wooden crates and cardboard boxes stacked up on one another, covered in nets and decorated with dust.

The criminal walked closer into the middle of the room and let out a relieved sigh, only to hear the door shut behind him. He gulped and took out the gun in his suit.

“Lewis Shaw.” An unknown voice spoke. His name echoed throughout the entire warehouse.

“Who’s there?” Lewis aimed his gun towards the place he entered.

He cautiously walked backwards, but quickly turned as he heard the clanking sound of wood behind him. His breathing grew heavier, and a bead of sweat dripped down his face.

“Otherwise known as the Prison’s Houdini... or at least, that’s what you want to be called, right?”

“Where are you?” Lewis yelled in a panic.

“Two counts of human trafficking and several counts of drug smuggling.” Echoed from above him. The faint clatter of metal started to fill the silence.

“Show yourself!”

Lewis yelled in frustration and aimed at the ceiling. Only for a chain to dangle from above and around his hand.

“Huh— w-what the fuck?!” He dropped the briefcase on the concrete, and a tuft of dust scattered while he tried to get the chains off with his other hand.

There was a figure standing in the shadows, “Are you afraid? Your henchmen have been taken out one after the other, and now you’re alone.... It’s just you and me.”

“Who the fuck are you?!” Lewis yelled while he was struggling.

From the darkness walked out a man with auburn brown hair, dressed in a light brown trench coat, and glowing red eyes piercing the darkness, “Hm… I guess you should call me… Vermillion.”

The chains rattled as it suddenly shot Lewis into the air.

“Huh? HAUGH!!!” Lewis’ screams echoed from the warehouse.

Felix heard his scream, and rushed to it, leaving one last blue trail.

But when he made it to the warehouse where Lewis hid, he found their target hanging from the roof and wrapped in chains. His lips were covered in duct tape as he mumbled about.

Felix upped his guard as he walked closer towards him, only to see that there was a note stuck to his body that said, “Vermillion – Frontier Industries.”

The chains creaked slowly as Lewis swung back and forth, and Felix’s blue eye radiated against the shadows as he looked around.

But there was no one left besides them.

*

The two returned shortly after handing off the criminal. While Felix was still in the middle of writing his report, Murphy, the chief’s assistant, had stood waiting for their arrival. The two agents were told to head the chief’s office as soon as possible.

“Another mission already?” Maria grumbled with a tired tone as soon as she opened the door, carrying a bandaged Felix over her shoulder.

“Marie, I said I’m fine.”

“And the doctor said your bulletproof jacket isn’t designed for blocking explosives.”

“Ugh… Murphy, could you make me a coffee?” Felix requested to the chief’s assistant as Maria gently let him down.

“Soda for me.” Maria added cheerfully.

“Before the briefing, I just wanted to inform you that after your recon mission in Beijing, the higher ups thought about promoting both of you. I have no confirmation of this, however, due to your current failure, that may be postponed.”

Felix spoke, “We failed to retrieve the package; I’m surprised it wasn’t canceled altogether.”

“I don’t have enough information yet, however, I was informed that we retrieved the package.”

“What?”

“I don’t know myself.”

“Did it come from Frontier Industries? Because there was this note. Lewis said he was captured before he could see what happened, but under him was this letter with Frontier’s seal on it. It’s signed by “Vermillion.” Does it ring a bell?” Felix showed the chief the letter.

“I could do a quick search.” The chief answered as she went to her computer, “I can’t find anything on the records, however, though there is a recently admitted Crimson—” The chief stopped, as if to prevent her chuckle from slipping out.

“Crimson?” Maria raised her eyebrow.

“Don’t mind it. According to the database, there is no one registered as ‘Vermillion.’” The chief answered.

“I see. That’s strange.” Felix remarked.

“What was in the package, anyway?” Maria asked.

“Illegally manufactured plutonium.”

“What, were they making a nuclear bomb?” Maria scoffed.

“That or they were harnessing nuclear energy.”

“Then what about Julius, do you have anything?” Felix added to the conversation.

“We’re working on it, but a single name isn’t much to go by. We could’ve had a better lead if only a certain someone hadn’t killed Harbinger.” The chief turned her gaze toward the other agent in the room.

Maria looked upwards with an air-headed expression and replied, “Hm?”

“Agent Harbinger wasn’t known for his computer skills. Be that as it may, the fact remains that his corpse was left behind in the Dragon of the Little Sun, along with his gear and other possessions that belonged to the agency… More specifically, he apparently had something known as the Matrix Key.”

“Matrix Key?” Felix asked.

“A stolen piece of technology that can automatically unlock any digital data, developed by one of the agencies. And it was likely left on his person.”

“Oh… shit.” Maria blurted out.

“We have reason to believe that said key is something the Jackal is after. We cannot let him retrieve it.” The chief gave the two agents folders and documents as she told them, “Your mission is to retrieve the key before anyone is able to make use of it. Tomorrow at sixteen hundred hours.”

“Right.” Felix answered.

“Weird, last time we only had a couple hours to prepare.” Maria remarked.

“Last time was a special case. Thankfully this time, the robins got us some intel, which will give you ample time to prepare. Any questions?”

”Ah, yeah, um… you wouldn’t happen to know of a blond guy and a white-haired girl, would you? They both had red eyes. We ran into them earlier, they kinda—”

“Broke my door. Can I have that repaired?” Maria cut him off.

“Ah yes, I can’t tell you any details, but the both of them will surprise you with how similar they are to you two.” The chief smirked.

Maria raised her eyebrow and bluntly asked, “Are they also enhanced humans?”

The chief lost her smile and took a puff from her cigarette and gazed at the ceiling of her office, ignoring Maria’s question.

“Skip the foreplay, they’re enhanced humans, aren’t they?” She cheekily added.

“How did you—”

“It was hard to see due to sunlight, but their eyes were glowing. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together.”

“Damn it, Maria!” The chief angrily shoved the two agents out of her office.

With documents in hand, the two agents were left standing at the door outside the chief’s office. Felix glanced over Maria, “Guess I was right on the money.”