The sun quietly shined over the Pacific ocean's horizon as the transport slowly reached the ship's helipad, barely making it unstable upon touch, the black mass grew quieter as a door opened, a figure wearing black clothing gently exited the transport, much more interested in the salty sea smell than in the partially destroyed ship.
It's been about four hours since a MTF reported than a Foundation's vessel had been attacked, the person started walking, moving toward the prow, the former bridge's tower was still there, mostly of the structure damaged. A dark, viscous smoke still emanated from the remains, the person ironically smiled, wondering how one vessel, armed with technology than even military did not use, was completely destroyed without being able to, at least, broadcast an emergency signal. The individue walked calmly between a couple bodies, the dark boots touching the remains many times as the rotting smell mixed with the sea's. The prow's deck was almost clear, except for a single body, the unknown person kneeled to see the body than apparently, met hos end with a bullet on it's brain. The entrance to the bridge's tower, or the former one, was at the individue's back.
"Quiet" was the single word spoken by a bald, small asian standing at the entrance, his rifle aimed to the target's head. His expression showed anxiety. He wore black clothes with the Foundation's white logo, he blinked twice while talking in the radio. "Boss, I found someone here. Looks like an Agent." The kneeled person slowly turned the head to see the weapon, a drop of sweat moved acroos the asian's face, he holded the gun tighter. As the drop reached the ground, the ironic smile from the unknown figure faded into nothingness.
After about two minutes, a tall, black, beardless man crossed at the tower's entrance, yet, he didn't raise his gun, seconds after his arrival, a blonde, short, woman moved past said entrance, suffocating a scream with her right hand as she saw the kneeled person. The black man finally spoke, his right hand unwittingly touching the rifle.
"Who are you?"
"Let's do this right. Your big boy lowers his gun, and then we will talk."
"You're not in a situation were yo-"
"Yes I am", the individue started to raise, apparently unaware than the asian's aim followed the head.
After said task force member received a positive answer from the task force leader, he lowered the rifle, removing his gloves. The blonde was still suffocating her scream. The individue crossed the arms while turning around to face the task force, walking a few steps toward them, the sunglasses blocking the vision of her eyes. The blonde's lung finally forced her to breath, forcing her to speak.
"A-agent von Rosenburgo?" her hands shaked, the Agent nodded.
"Yes, I was sent here to check if the MTF found anything." The blonde promptly smiled, her expression turned into pure happiness.
The asian task force member started to laugh, much like a madman, while he carelessly sat at the ground. "And who would believe than the famous Agent Kolm, would actually be a chick?!", a small, but continous, flow of blood slowly started to drop from his left ear, both task force members looked to him, the blonde promptly sat at the asian's right side, and started to aid him. Kolm's voice was heard again, apparently ignoring the situation, the severe tone of hatred was rather evident.
"Maybe you should teach your task force members the definition of insubordinance, or maybe…" she gently touched one of the blade's grip, the crisp feel always remembered her when she earned the blades, "… I should teach them that."
"No need, sir" he looked to the blonde Agent "Take him to the chopper, aid him there, we will talk about this later", he heard all the stories about that Agent, he wondered if all of the legends and rumors were real, a smile appeared on his face as he saw the blonde task force member pulling the asian to the stern. "How can I help you?
"Tell me about the crew." She smiled back, removing her own sunglasses, her grey eyes in contrast with her black hair attracted the task force leader's attention.
"We found all the crew, except the bridge's personel, no survivors." She nodded, "The database and video feed?", the answer was told rather quickly, "We found the tapes and the database told us than they took about fifty minutes to clear the ship. They landed on the stern, a transport hovered over the prow and… well, we are not sure how they destroyed the bridge, but…"
"Did they left anyone or anything behind?" Kolm interrupted the man, his eyebrowns raised, he wasn't prepared for an interruption, but he knew that question's answer.
"Yes, they left this", he showed an SD card, "and we cleared the database, after moving the data into this.", showing a small DVD, Kolm walked toward the MTF's leader while he spoke, picked both itens and hid them inside her clothes, "thank you, follow standard procedures and
call for assistance to remove this ship" her voice sounded friendly, she gently started to walk back to the stern. Once she was a dozen steps away from the man she whispered to no one, her smile falling into a mix of hatred and scorn, "worm."
It was such a beautiful evening, the sun slowly started to touch the sea on the horizon, a cold breeze crossed Kolm's face, bringing the pure sea smell, an amorphous grey mass could be seen on the far north, a lightning ocasionally touched the giant sea, the black door opened when Kolm was two meters away.
As she boarded the transport that maniac laughter could still be heard, only ceasing after the door closed, wondering how that madman joined a MTF, she moved past the black chairs destinated to passengers, and entered the pilot's cabine. The route was slowly typed at the terminal, a map showed the route and destination, although Kolm ignored the deminstration.
She holded the SD card with two fingers, she smiled once again, her expression showing excitement and bloodlust.
"Finally, things will get more interesting" she whispered to no one, as the transport slowly left the former SCPS Guardian.