The Mission

Cruz calmly loaded his Colt Python revolver, mulling over his mission. Base infiltration hm? Seems simple enough, but you never could go wrong with some countermeasures. He eyed the special bullets inside his revolver, which he excellently disguised as regular.

Cruz snapped out of his thoughts, as he decided to focus on deepening the connection between him and the girls. After all, if they were to cooperate efficiently, they needed to be perfectly in sync.

The perfect excuse to chat up some hot chicks.

Cruz shamelessly eyed their boobs, as he asked Brianna a question. "Quick question, have your boobs ever fallen out of your outfit during a mission? That top sure is low cut."

Brianna giggled as she skillfully evaded the question, instead taking a puff of her cigarette," I dunno, dude, has anyone ever called you out for sexual harassment?" The other two women laughed as Cruz smirked, unfazed.

"Nope," Cruz replied without missing a beat, "I just say things as I see them, the first thing that comes to mind."

"Who would've known the infamous Cruz Lyra would've been such a perverted smooth talker?" Giggled Trixie.

"Probably lots of people judging by the amount of panties on the floor every time I enter a building," Cruz replied, looking her in her eyes.

With that, everyone laughed as they exited the living room, and headed straight for the car.

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Soon, they all stepped out of the mission vehicle and did a quick check of their surroundings. Trixie tended to be much better at hand-to-hand combat but was also exceptional at marksmanship. Brianna was a master of stealth and tended to do better at support with her numerous tools.

This was the strongest, and she had exceptional marksmanship, martial arts skills, as well as a special ability.

These were all the things Cruz managed to pick up from the girls, without them even telling him. Based on their mannerisms, their subtle twitches, and his deadly intuition, Cruz could practically see everything they were accustomed to.

As for Yhis's special ability, he didn't know what it was yet, but he knew there was an ability.

Yhis, with a smirk on her face led the group towards the base, which was heavily guarded with armed guards and several alarms.

*BANG*

The first gunshot sounded as Brianna used her cigarette smoke to give her bullet smoke properties, traveling through the air briskly, and when it landed, a whisp of smoke shot out from the guard's dead body, clouding the rest of the guard's vision.

"Neat.", nodded Cruz, as he silently walked up to the guards, his footsteps making no noise, as he seemingly went invisible to the guards' perception. Trixie and Yhis could only watch in shock as one of Cruz's most terrifying abilities was on display.

*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*

The rest of the guards lay dead, and once again, the women were shocked. They hadn't even seen him draw his gun to shoot, but those shots without a doubt came from Cruz. He was a monster.

Cruz wore an annoyed expression, "You guys better give me a reward for this, killing weaklings like this annoy me."

Trixie smirked, "I'll show you my ass."

Yhis once again interjected, "Focus on the mission, dude…" she killed a few guards with ease as she sneakily jumped into the base with exceptional athleticism. The rest followed behind her, killing whatever guard they could find.

This was going too well.

*BANG*

'An explosion bullet!-' Cruz only had a few femtoseconds to process this, as he quickly pulled Trixie out of the way. The bullet impacted the wall behind them, and a wall was exploded with extreme ferocity, with debris flying violently out of the smoke cloud.

Cruz narrowed his eyes with a smirk. Based on what he could tell, these girls weren't ready for someone of this level.

"Dami? I didn't take it you'd be in this area…" Spoke Cruz, looking towards an imposing, tall, and muscular man whose body was adorned with several scars and burns. This was Dami, the 'Distributor of Debris' His explosion bullets made him One of the strongest assassins.

"Cruz? It looks like fate had something interesting planned for me after all." Dami spoke, but his tone betrayed the harrowing frown that he wore on his face.

Trixie, Brianna, and Yhis knew full well that against someone like Dami, their chances of victory were slim.

"Hey Dami, why don't you let us go? We completed our mission." Spoke Cruz, his face becoming relaxed and his tone normal as if he wasn't in front of one of the world's greatest assassins.

"Tell those girls of yours to put away their weapons, I am not here for a fight." Spoke Dami, his gaze not having left Cruz's.

The girls were hesitant but complied nonetheless. Cruz knew it'd be time to talk business again, so he lazily tucked away his Revolver and then looked toward Dami.

"What is it that you wanna talk about? Can't you hurry it up? I've got three girls with me and one of them shows me some ass later.."

Dami shook his head with a sigh, Cruz was always an anomaly, and it seemed he still had that crude personality of his, "Have some decency, Cruz. I came here to alert you that you and your squad need to head to Mexico next week. Death brigade has apparently branched out, and I need you to protect it."

Cruz thought about the weapon back at the dorm that he needed to protect. He couldn't bring it with him because it would surely get noticed, "I have things to take care of over here, so no." he answered firmly, and with a nod, Dami walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

"So… are you girls gonna show some ass?" Cruz asked excitedly, as Yhis could only sigh, ignoring him. Though Brianna giggled, and Trixie laughed, putting her head on his shoulders. Though she hadn't verbally said anything, Trixie loved how bold he was.

Cruz hadn't realized it, but a seed had been planted.