[align=center]The Staff[/align] Pseudo awoke to find himself in a small room. At first glance it looked as if he had been put back into a cell. Yet, the last words said by Asmodeus rang out in his head. Somehow he had escaped the control of the Manuscript. Returning to the reality he was in he noticed the door and how it was shaped like a door on a sub. That view was soon interrupted by a spinning of the handle and the swinging open of the door. “Good you are awake. The captain wishes to see you.” The shaven, bald soldier said leading him out of the room. It was not long before they were on the deck of a large naval vessel. “Captain, brought him.” A guff man with a traditional Viking helmet complete with sideburns turned to face him. His hand motioned and the guard guiding Pseudo left. “It is amazing to see someone survive. They can be quite the handful. The name is Torsty.” He said extending a large hand. Pseudo grabbed hold of Torsty’s hand confirming to himself that this area was safe, for now. “So you are Torsty huh? I never met you personally but I heard stories about you.” “Save the stories. Please head to the briefing room, there your experience will be most helpful to the special team we got there. If you excuse me I have to go repair a faulty launcher.” Torsty walked off to do his thing as Pseudo was guided by another guard. “So what unit are you guys?” Pseudo asked. “Well I used to be army but I am one of the many members of the ISAF. We were all hired to come on this mission.” The soldier said. “The briefing room is just down this hall.” He directed. Pseudo nodded and walked down the hallway and opened a large bulk head. He entered a carpeted room with a projector just finishing a tape. Another man stood at the front of the room his posture and stature just shining brilliance and bragging rights. “Welcome, I was expecting you. Tosrty said he fished out some interesting treasure. I am General Ryker leader of the ISAF.” He said in a perfect, straight up posture. “If it is not too much trouble I would like to ask you on the details of organization members and their powers. I am sure this unit could also benefit from such information.” Ryker said turning on the lights. At a circular table there were three people with their eyes set on Pseudo. “Information on their powers? Well I was given information on one unit, the unit I was supposed to be assigned to just next week. They call themselves Squad 3 and a ruthless bunch.” -United States Military Base 7B83D The sirens were blaring as several explosions came from a few vehicles. Numerous bodies were laid out dead over the courtyard at the front gate. The courtyard was surrounded by a twenty foot concrete wall. The building that was being targeted was five stories high and had several automated turrets, most of which were destroyed. The front doors of the building opened as three rows of five armed soldiers aimed their sights at their enemy. “Come in Unit 3, what is our target’s description?” The radio rang out over the smoke filled courtyard. “Sir, I can barely make it out. Wait I am getting a picture.” A soldier from the first row said talking on his head set. “It…it’s a little girl.” “A little girl? Do not pull my leg.” “Sir I am telling the truth she is-“ “Hey? What is it? What is wrong?” The commander asked as everyone seemed to target the little girl. “Tee hee hee. You guys do not want to hurt me.” She said with a big smile. Her light brown hair and her bouncy smile made her look adorable, however, the true icing on the cake was the teddy bear she carried with her. “You all want to be my friend right?” No matter what she said nobody in the group would fire, their eyes were fixed on her. “God damn it! I said OPEN FIRE!” The radio blared again. “I-I can not sir. I do not know what is wrong.” “Then get out of there. Get OUT!” Before the team had time to react the girl was already hugging her first victim. She seemed to be hugging the men, but a short lethal pain later proved that to be false. In her other hand she held a dagger of which she stabbed all the paralyzed soldiers. She was going to walk up to the next one when he seemed to break out of the spell and pulled the trigger. The bullet ricocheted off the ground but missed the little girl. “Now why would you go and try to kill Sakii-chan? Hmmm?” Standing up the soldier backed away realizing his finger still would not move again. He was fretting in fear of her and was about to wet himself. Before he got the chance his throat was slit by another girl. She was older than Sakura and more experienced. “You should not play with your victims. It only wastes precious time.” A loud shot rang out from the other side of the wall. It was followed up by an explosion and flying concrete rubble. “See the tanks have arrived. Oh Orochi, please take care of these things!” She called out as another assassin descended from the sky. He gave a thumbs up as he opened up a comic book. “Fear the power I have! I am Iron MAN!” His body formed a metallic suit around him fully equipped with weaponry and rocket shoes. He fired several missiles at the tank before he stopped leaving a crater and burning tank shrapnel. “Ooooh, you let Orohic play with his victims.” Sakura pouted with a puffed out lower lip. ”Let’s just get in and get out, Pirogeth’s orders.” “Alright Kitti-chan, if Piro-kun said so.” Sakura said heading into the base with the others to obtain what they came for.