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Date: January 16 2012
Time: 1200 hours
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Charles slumped over in the corner. No food, no water, two days. He shouldn't be alive. But he was.

The door swung open as a young female guard walked in. Her calm blue eyes regarding the Teen silently, expecting him to be dead. Taking a few steps inside before the door shut behind her.

Charles looked up, fear and pain registering in his eyes as he stood up and tried to be as tough as possible. But in the few short moments it took for him to struggle to his feet he lost that composure. His shirt and pants revealed every cut mark, every hole in his skin, every deep burn that was left. Tortured more then any man should ever be.

The girl stopped mid-step. Silently she pulled out her canteen and held it out to him humbly.

At first he didn't trust her, why should he. She is one of them. But after a moments thought he softly took the water. Holding it above his head he tilted the canteen back. A small stream of water reaching his bloodied lips. He then tilted it back, less then a cup had been drunk. "Thank you..." He had to force himself to speak.

She nodded and handed him some infused hardtack. "Not the best tasting. But it will at least hold you over for a bit" she forced a smile.

Charles took it and bit into it carefully. It was dry, but he knew how these people operated, and this thing probably had the calories of 2 days worth of food. He nodded to her again upon finishing it.

She looked about the bleak and mostly dark room. "You do know that the CO expects you to be dead."

He nodded "Then I will be a surprise then." his 16 year old voice cracked a bit as he slid down the wall back into his sitting position "Thank you for your kindness. If I get out, I will never forget you." And for once he had a reason to smile, White teeth contrasting the blood that covered his face.

She nodded "Names Ean, Yeah a guys name I know, Dad expected me to be a boy. " she laughed lightly. But her laughter would soon be cut short.

The metal door was slammed open, bouncing slightly off of the wall before a squad of heavily armed soldiers ran in, followed by the CO. "What are you doing in here." He scoffed at the girl.

"Sir I was just..."

"Shut your trap hole Private!" He walked up to her sternly. Grabbing her around the neck and slamming her against the wall. "I told you not to come near this God damned cell. Now look at you." He threw her to the ground. "Kill her, she is of no worth."

One of the Soldiers stepped forward pulling out his pistol and aiming it at her head.

Charles, who had been dumbfounded snapped to charging forward. He knew he had powers, but they didn't. As another soldier went to grab Charles he found himself cut nearly in two. Charles wielding a solidified form of light.

But he was to late.

A flash from the muzzle of the pistol and the girl dropped down, instantly dead.

Charles blinked as he saw her petite form slump over "You bastards... You..." A soldier kicked him in the center of the chest, knocking all of the air out of him. Their dead comrade was gathered up as the soldiers left the room.

The CO walked up to Charles "You should be dead." An evil grin crossed his lips "But I have a plan for you. But for now, I will leave you with her." he walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Charles crawled over to Ean's body, taking it into his arms "Oh Ean..." He slowly ran his fingers across her eyes "I'm so... so sorry" He clutched her body and cried.

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Date: February 1 2012
Time: 0200 hours
Location: Somewhere in Europe
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The helicopters rotors were deafening upon approach. An all black helicopter, with black miniguns hanging out the small windows. It was pitch black outside, so everything blurred together.

Charles stepped onto the helicopter, clipping his rifle to one of the overhead bungee cords. Feet dangling off the side he looks around at the rest of the empty bay. He double checks everything.

"Ammo, Rifle 1, rifle 2, eye piece, helmet, vest, grenades, map, water, food. All Check. This is Mutt 1 ready to go for mission Alpha over."

"This is Godfather, Kill the target. I want you in and out. "

The radios fell silent as the Helicopter took to the air. The lights of small towns dotted around the many nations of Europe brought a comforting smile.

"Maybe what I will be doing is for the better." He grabbed a hold of the side of the helicopter as a sharp wind came in. A cold wind from the North.

Miles and miles of European landscape pass below his feet before any notion of where they would be landing. "Wheels down in 60 mikes" Charles unclipped his rifle and laid it in his arms. A glance at the ground below, then around, a single, large city off in the distance, no doubt his target.

"Wheels down in 5...4...3...2...wheels down"

Charles jumped off and fell into a crouched position, scanning the area "Clear"

The helicopter took right back off leaving Charles alone in a field of tall grass. He took out his GPS and followed it carefully towards the Target city.


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Time: 700 hours
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Charles had made it to the center of the large city, reaching one of the higher rooftops of the city. Setting up shop there he laid he normal rifle beside him as he took to shoulder his high powered sniper rifle. From this vantage point he had a dead clean shot on the capitol building, or what seemed like one. There he waited for his target.

The target was a man, late 50's, bald head, blue eyes, and was driving a black Mercedes.

Charles sat there and waited, watching the early risers of the morning walk about the streets. A women with her child. A group of teens. A few older gentlemen out taking a morning stroll. All innocent and ignorant of the war that would soon be at their doorsteps.

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Time: 1200 hours
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It was midday and still no sign of his target. Charles had been nibbling on the energy bar that was given to him for a meal, as well as drink some water. A glance back at the large white building in front of him and still nothing. Just random people walking around.

He glanced about the sky, clear and blue for miles. He glanced down a moment. It didn't register, the man standing out on the fenced off lawn in front of the building. Then it hit him, and Charles sprung into shooting position. A moment passed and nothing.

Then the soft squeeze of the hair trigger, a single round sent down range, through the slight wind and into the skull of his target without a sound. The man dropped, dead. It wasn't but a moment later the city was awoken to the sound of blaring sirens.

"What The hell!!" Charles slammed the metal door into the wall as he entered into the Comms room of the underground Headquarters "You sent me on a damn suicide mission for what!?" He was breathing heavily out of his nostrils.

CO looked at Charles and laughed darkly "Son, you just started A third world war." He flipped on the television screen across the room. News footage of protesters filling the streets of Moscow, enraged after their leaders death, asking for war against the US. In return the break down of diplomacy soon turned back to Cold War threats.

"What the F*ck? Why? Why would you want another World War. Haven't you learned anything from the last one!" Charles growled.

"Money. It is simple, a World War breaks out, Europe and Asia become the front war zones, The Middle East breaks apart in its own turmoil over who gets the oil. Everyone will want mercenaries. That is where we come in. Providing the best Mercenaries, at a cost."

"You are a bastard"

"I am a business man. And there is nothing you can do to stop that. You are my slave."

Charles growled and turned from the room, slamming the door back behind him. The underground complex was circular in layout, with the Comms room the center point. As such he took one of the radial corridors outward before turning left and entering the outer rim before heading to his quarters.

He quickly opened his door and slammed it behind him, standing solemnly in the silence of the dark. His room was bland. Grey walls, grey floors, Basic furniture, nothing of color or personality. He left the lights off and simply walked over to his bed, flopping down onto the hard mattress.

"Why me. Every time I am always the one who happens to do the one thing to cause so many problems. Here, Runeterra. It is a curse, following me I swear," He murmured in a monologue to himself "I always get stuck into the wrong place." He shot up and cradled his head "Why can't I just get a chance to relax and maybe have a life, for once. That would be a great thing." He sighed and laid back and shut his eyes.

But this momentary peace would remain that: Momentary. A sharp knock on his door then the peircing light of artificial origin flooding his room had Charles sitting up straight "What."

"Orders, you are being sent to Paris for a while as a lobbyist for our company. You will be meeting several French authorities, but for the most part you will be free to do what you want."

"Paris huh. Well, I will need the new fashions." He chuckled a bit at the man.

"All of that will be taken care of. Your plane leaves tonight."