Neon tried hard to mask the disbelief and anger on his face as he stood before the Board of Directors and received instructions for his next mission.
He could still hear Mikai's words in his head, and now that these people sitting before him gave him his new assignment, he was sure it wasn't just a rumor anymore. His brother was back. When he left the hall, he let out a harsh swear word, surprising a couple of Workers who were passing by. Mikai was already walking up to him. "Lords, would you look at your face? What went on back there?" Neon blew out air through his lips and headed for the water cooler. "Nothing much," he said, filling a plastic cup, "I turned in my report, and then they debriefed me on my next field mission. Normal procedure." "Okay. Doesn't explain the shit look you're wearing now." Neon swallowed the water in one gulp. "Well, they assigned me a partner. They know I work alone, I made it pretty fucking clear since I joined the Order. But no, they went right ahead and gave me a partner." Mikai shrugged. "Maybe, the situation is worse than they thought." Neon shook his finger. "Oh no, no, no. No, this is some kind of punishment for my hard work. You should have seen the look on Tadori's face when he told me I'd be working with someone on this case." "How about Norrie? She could have said something…" "Not when the four of the others had already made a unanimous decision." Mikai rubbed his brows. "Uh, they didn't tell you who your partner is, did they?" They exchanged a knowing glance. "I have a hunch." As if on cue, a sudden hush descended on the office as someone stepped into the hallway. A tall, slender man with a well-defined build was walking towards them, turning heads as he approached. His long golden hair fell in tousled waves around the angles of his face and his eyes were a sharp hazel color. His hands were tucked into the pockets of a white coat with tawny lapels, the sleeves just high enough to reveal his amber tekhans. "I know this goes without saying," Mikai whispered, "But your brother is one hot dude." Neon didn't reply. He had his gaze on the man like a cat on a snake until he came to a stop in front of them. It was like staring into the mirror, but staring at a brighter, classier version of himself who went by the name of Hikaru Rudson. "Lords, this place does not get old," he said, clapping his hands lightly. He gave his twin brother a wink. "Hello, Renny boy." "Do not call me that," Neon said quickly. "Right, sorry. I guess it's one of those little privileges that's reserved for those who matter, eh?" He turned to Mikai, and his brows shot up slightly. "Mikky! What's up, old boy?" Mikai opened his mouth, stole a look at Neon, and closed it again. "Seriously, you should be getting a promotion any day now. Can't believe those asses still keep you on 19th Floor." Mikai scoffed. "Thank Lords, you noticed. I'm pretty sure they're aware of that, but you're right, they're giant asses…" Neon gave him a side glance and he trailed off immediately. "I'll leave you two to it." "Not really. You're still needed," Norrie said, walking towards them. They all turned to stare at her, and she paused momentarily when she spotted the twins. "Well, well, if it isn't my brother's heartthrob," Hikaru said with a soft smile, "You look ravishing as always, Norrie." "That's Director to you, Hikaru," she said sternly, though the hints of a smile played around her lips, "Mikai, I need you to see these two gentlemen to the Review Department. After that, the real adventure begins." "I just got here," Hikaru groaned. "You guys go along, I need to have a word with the Director," Neon said. Mikai nodded while Hikaru gave him a roguish grin as they both stood aside. "You okay?" She asked. He shrugged and twirled the water in his plastic cup. "I'm about to go after an unspecified Entity in uncharted territory with my former Rogue Hunter brother. Sure, I'm great." A squeal to his right distracted them, but it was a couple of female Workers who were taking pictures with Hikaru. Norrie smiled lightly and adjusted his lapels. "You'll be fine. You always are. Besides, he's got experience out there. You know, former Rogue and all." He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Looks like I'm gonna be late for dinner again." "That's gonna be double the bill, honey," she whispered and dropped a peck on his cheek, "Now come on, get going before Tadori shows up. And take it easy on him. He might have been Rogue, but he's still your brother." He leaned down, dropping a full kiss on her lips. "The only thing you should be worried about is what we'll be doing after our next dinner." Her eyes widened slightly as he drew back. He had never gotten this intimate with her in office before, but he didn't care at the moment. The Workers whispered about it anyway, his affair with the Director was a public secret. Hikaru still had the sly smile on his face as he rejoined them both. "It's warming to see you still sweet as ever, Renny." "You call me that one more time, and I'll crack your jaw," Neon snarled. "I'm just messing about. Take a breath, brother." Neon turned slightly. "That's all you do, isn't it? Mess about." "Well, believe it or not, it is nice to see you too, Reon." They walked into the elevator and he turned to find her watching him. She waved at him with a half smile, but as the doors closed, he thought she looked sad. They took the elevator to the third floor, the Review Department. It was basically a store for Hunters, where they came to get reinforcements for field combat and the latest updates for their tekhan wristbands. "You guys gotta check out these latest upgrades," Mikai said, leading them through the screen walls, blue holograms and masked lab technicians in-between. They stopped before an array of wristbands on a broad glass desk. But as Mikai could reach out to touch one, the air beside him shimmered and a lady materialized into view. "Keep those rodent hands to yourself," she said and slapped his wrist. The woman frowning down at him had the characteristic wild curls, large goggles and white lab coat of a lab technician. "Ow, Dori, what the hell?" "You stole one of those last week, don't think I'd forget." He pursed his lips. "Believe it or not, it's for the greater good." "Mm hmm. You're not even a Hunter." She turned to the others. "Who are your…?" She trailed off when her eyes fell on Hikaru. He grinned smoothly and waved at her. "Hello, dear. Gotta tell you, I love that little vanishing trick you just pulled off. How did you do that?" "Well, uh…" she stared down at her tekhan, "It's a little thing I've been working on for a while now. I call it Shimmer." "Brilliant. And you made all these?" He said, waving a hand on the wristbands on the desk. "Well, they're actually prototypes, but…" "I need an upgrade for my stunners and nano repair system, if you have those," Neon cut in quickly. She shifted her gaze to him, and her lips fell into a thin line. "Here. Should be able to increase your energy output," she said, handing him a chip from one of the wristbands. He slipped it into his tekhan with a frown. Neon had never really been a fan of the wristbands, which were basically systems created to help Hunters channel their mage energy. He thought they were restricting. Each tekhan was specific to each Hunter, and they were made from pure gems and precious stones. Neon was the only one who possessed a crystal tekhan, owing to his unlimited range of mage energy, so his required a constant update. Of course, the same could be said of his twin, a fellow Alpha-rank Hunter, though he had chosen to customize his to amber. "Ooh, what do these do?" Hikaru asked, swiping a chip off the table and slipping it into his tekhan. "That's Sonic Wave, generates a wide range blast to take down an Anomaly of any size." "I'll take it. And this?" Dori pulled a duck face, tilting her head to the side uncertainly. "That's…like I said, most of these are prototypes, but that's my latest. That's Shimmer." Hikaru slipped in the chip and almost immediately, he vanished. "Impressive," he muttered as he shimmered back into sight. "Knock it off," snapped Neon, "We've got work to do." "You haven't upgraded your tekhans yet," Mikai pointed out. "No time for that." "No, no, I mean, you HAVE to upgrade your tekhans. That's why the Directors had me bring you down here. There's a worry that the Entities and the Anomalies could have leveled up." Neon clicked his tongue again. But then he rec alled the Horned brushing off his stun bolt and the flaming Entity that had bursted out of that inn. "Alright. Five minutes. We have to be in the city by noon."5.27 PM, THE DAY BEFORE, IN NODERYN. In a quiet bar, in the farthest, darkest reaches of the city, Akira Storm sat by the counter with a mug of ale. She did not possess the looks of the average lady, at least not with her hood pulled up over her head as it was now. Other than her slender build and long fingers, there wasn't any other indication that she was a lady. Once in a while, she expanded her senses, taking in the environment without turning or looking. There were just two men at the table behind her, and the bartender was sitting on his perch, reading a book. Otherwise, it was quiet. Just as she liked it. "You are very difficult to find." Akira turned slightly. The intruder was a heavyset woman with dark hair and a stony face. She wore a gray jacket and her jeans looked worn. Her scent was a mixture of spirits and sweat and dried figs, as far as Akira could smell. If there was any malicious intent, she couldn't sense it. At least, not yet. "Don't worry, I'm
10.21 PM, THE PRESENT, NEW HOPE CITY. The twins both sat on the second compartment of a whizzertrain bound for Noderyn. It was a less conspicuous way to travel, and they both blended in with casual cardigans and shades. "How many years has it been? Since we've been there?" Hikaru asked Neon. "I don't know," Neon said. He took off his glasses and eyed his brother sitting opposite him. "You didn't have to wear the same thing as I did." Hikaru stared down at his white cardigan and cream jeans. In opposition, Neon's entire outfit was black. "You have a great fashion sense. I had to indulge you." "You can't see the writing on the wall, can you?" "Oh, I can." Hikaru took off his glasses too. Again, Neon thought he was staring into a mirror, but with longer hair and sharper eyes. "You don't want me anywhere near you, that much is clear." He nodded. "You're not so insensitive after all." "But I am a Hunter, one of the best there is. And I've been tasked with capturing a deathly
She turned slightly, revealing a lock of silver hair. "This doesn't concern you. Please, leave." "You're killing her," Neon pointed out, "And if you want information, you can't get it from a dead person." "Right, well maybe I don't want information anymore and maybe I want her dead." He clicked his tongue. Trouble was something he actively avoided, but right now, he wasn't so sure it wanted to avoid him. "Let her down, and tell me about the Entity you fought," he said. She turned again, and with his heightened senses he could see the sharp outline of her cheekbones, her nose, her dark green eyes. He could also smell her rage, slow and controlled. "You're with the Maegen, aren't you? A Warden." She said softly. Above her, the woman's eyes were shutting close, as her breaths started slowing down. Neon held out his index finger, aimed up at her hand and fired. A thin blue bolt shot out, hitting her on the wrist. She released the woman with a slight hiss, dropping her t
She scoffed and raised her head. "Let me guess, you were sent after the Entity?" "Answer the question." "Or what?" Neon sighed, rubbing his nose between his thumb and index. "I can force the information out of you. It's quite nasty, but not impossible." "Go ahead," she said, "Break your rules. It won't be the first time you Hunters have gone unorthodox." He stared at her for a few seconds, and she thought he was the coldest person she had stared at, blank faced and unpredictable. He wouldn't torture her, no but she had a feeling he could do something worse and was contemplating it. She did not want to know what it was. "Oh for Lords' sake." The golden haired one stepped forward, tipping the glass of water toward her lips. "Here, have a sip. You must be thirsty." She hesitated, but couldn't completely ignore the coolness coming off the liquid. She lowered her head and drank steadily until the cup was empty. "There." He twirled the chair properly and sat in fron
Hikaru walked up coffee table and placed his palm on the edge. The glass glowed blue in response, casting a visual image of the area around the house. He watched for a while with a beer in one hand, as Neon checked his bearings outside. Then he got on one of the mobikes and took off, out of sight of the cameras. "You are one hell of a brother," Hikaru muttered and took a swig of his beer. "Hey, douchebags! You've got a lady in here, remember?! And I've got to use the fucking toilet!" His brows shot up in his head as though he only just remembered his captive. He took out another bottle in addition to the one he held and headed into the adjoining room. Her expression hardened as soon as he walked in. ‘She didn't expect to see me,' he thought. He couldn't sense any emotion coming off her, as opposed to the fear that had leaked off her earlier. "I'm impressed," he said, "Youmask your feelings properly." He set the bottles on the bed and took a knife out of his ba
« ASSESSMENT » ROGUE HUNTERS GAMMA-RANK COMBAT ALERT: LETHAL FORCE IMMINENT He scoffed. "Yeah, no kidding." They attacked simultaneously, with one behind the other. He moved backwards, dodging their strikes with quick, subtle movements. «COUNTER MEASURES» ENTER CLOSE COMBAT ACTIVATE DEFENSE SHIELD DEPLOY LONG-RANGE ATTACKS ACTIVATE SPECIAL ABILITY ALL-OUT OFFENSIVE EMPLOY STEALTH MODE "All-out offensive does sound good. Any other options?" The system showed three words: REASON WITH OPPONENTS He chuckled. "Yeah, Lexa, I don't think that's gonna fly at the moment, but let's give it a try." The second Rogue swiped at his head from the side, then switched almost immediately and brought it down on him as he ducked. He propelled backwards in a breeze, landing in a crouch, placing them both in his line of sight. That was close. He looked up. "I'm running out of patience so I'll ask once: who are you, and what do you want?" They didn't reply. Instead, th
“THE ANOMALIES ARE CLASSIFIED INTO THREE TYPES: HORNED, CLAWED, WINGED….THE BASICS OF WHAT WE HAVE DEDUCED SO FAR ARE THAT ANOMALIES DO NOT GROUP TOGETHER……THAT THEY POSSESS VARYING DEGREES OF INTELLIGENCE….DO NOT REGISTER ANY EMOTION OTHER THAN THE PREDATORY INSTINCT TO SURVIVE.” {A.H ORWYCK, THE WARDEN'S GUIDE TO HUNTING} 9.32 PM, YUGEN CASTLE, THE WASTELANDS. Castle Yugen loomed over the landscape like a dark sentinel, the silent, great testament to a gone age. Its crumbling towers pierced the night sky, twisted plants strangled the ancient stone walls, their gnarled tendrils creeping into the shattered windows. Nothing moved and nothing breathed as far as Neon could tell. He didn't lower his guard even then. He watched and listened and sniffed at the air now and then while he walked up the hillock. He paused at the open gates, activating body shield before he walked in. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of decay and abandonment. Grand chandeliers hung precario
“THE HORNED ARE CONSIDERED THE FASTEST….OF THE ANOMALIES. THESE ENIGMATIC BEINGS ARE DISTINGUISHED BY THEIR GRAY, KERATINIZED SKIN AND IMPOSING HORNS. THEIR MOST STRIKING FEATURE, HOWEVER, IS THEIR UNIQUE ABILITY TO EXTRUDE AND/OR FIRE BONY PROTRUSIONS FROM ANY POINT ON THEIR BODY, WHICH THEY EMPLOY BOTH AS AN DEFENSIVE MECHANISM AND AS A DEADLY OFFENSIVE WEAPON…” {A.H ORWYCK, THE WARDEN'S GUIDE TO HUNTING} The flame bolt from the handblazer tore off the Horned's arm, sending it crashing into the floor next to Sanji. Neon took aim again, but in that split second, it flipped over and aimed at him with the other palm. He ducked just in time as a bone missile whistled past his ear. "How the hell are these things so fast?" The beast had sprung to its feet. Reaching down, it grabbed Sanji and hauled him up into the air. "Hey!" Barked Neon. He pointed the blazer at the Horned. "Hey, let him go!" His finger hovered above the trigger while he gritted his teeth, contemplating