Black Stone Nearby Warden's Office
Falken moved in silence, his training with Trinity Gate taught him to be as a shadow, each motion being as wasteless as possible and thanks to his implants this wasn’t hard to do. The Prison schematics were uploaded to his brain, yet no photography of his target, seemingly to avoid hacking the Black Stone still worked analogically with the Prisoners Profiles, so the Twin Barreled Grim Reaper didn’t had any other choice than to visit the Archives. With equal stealth, or maybe even more, the deranged member of the Fraternity of Assassination, demented individuals that worshipped the concept of Murder like a god, each of them honoring it in their own criminal way, was following Falken. –AI MONTY REPORTS: INCOMING OBJECT.- The Montgomery Artificial Intelligence was one of the 4 A.I mounted in Falken Mainframe, Monty for recon, Rommel for Tactics, Napoleon for aiming and Alexander for Combat. The sonar and other sensors picked up on a signal and the Bionic Eye caught the moving object. A young boy in prisoner outfit was running faster than a freaking sports car, yet Falken was more than enough good marksman to get him. A single shot in front of him with the Seiei Gunblade in his right hand was more than enough to get the young man attention making him stop in his tracks. He had red hair yet he was unmistakably Asian, yet he wasn’t using any dye, a small detail, but no detail happened to slip away from the array of scanners Falken carried.
The young man raised his hands try to show that his intentions were peaceful and let out a nervous smile. The Twin Barreled Grim Reaper aimed his guns at the Prisoner, as the blades turned around 180 degrees into battle mode, moving from behind under his forearm to pop to the front as oversized bayonets coming from the butts of the guns. –Who’re you and what are you doing here?- Falken Japanese may be enhanced by the Mainframe Database, but his thick German accent slipped through, as that was his mother language, even if he didn’t exactly knew where he had being born. –I-I’m a p-prison-ner…. I w-was try-trying t-to a-avoid other i-in-inmates- Makoto stuttered in fear, since the time he made the pact with the strange figure inside his shadow, this was the first time he was forced to stop running against his will. – I didn’t hear your name, talk or I’ll fill you with holes.- Falken was growing impatient and Makoto grew scared, but something took over him, swiftness of foot wasn’t the only thing that the pact had granted him, he also gained fleetness of mind to escape any dangerous situation, once his own wits were overcame with fear and his resolve was shattered the strange power granted to him took over his actions and voice and with incredible calmness in contrast of his nerves before. –My name is Masako Hihashi, I was getting away from some strange people inside. Seemingly you’re searching for somebody, maybe I know him, we could exchange the information you seek for my freedom.- The Dual Wielding Killer was surprised by the sudden change of demeanor, his instincts quickly picking something was wrong yet his sensors were all green so he ignored the signs, as he was more focused on his task.
-You think right, I’m searching for Makoto Inazuma, I think he is of the same nationality as you are. If you know where he is I wont shoot you- Falken replied without lowering his guns, decided that if he had overlooked the change in demeanor he wouldn’t overlook the fact his interlocutor was an inmate. – He is in the wardens office, yet he isn’t alone, not to mention he is powerful, but I’m sure you are more than capable to keep him busy, with that said I’ll take my leave- Before Falken could react Makoto left in a blur, only leaving a small gust of wind where he used to be standing. The Twin Barrelled Grim Reaper lowered his guns and shifted the blades back to stand-by and ran towards the Warden Office, only to be cut off by the man that followed him from the first moment he step on the Prison. He was called “Casser le Cou” in the Fraternity as his weapon of choice was whatever that allowed him to break the necks of his enemies –KILL…KILL….BREAK YOUR NECK….- The man mixed incoherent babbling with threats in French, his arm were overly long and overly developed as did his fingers. His eyes had similarities to a chameleon, befitting a man with such stealth to sneak on Falken. He threw his arms forwards as he charged, confident that the “surprise” and the long range would give him the advantage even if his soon to be victim was armed. Yet his bloodthirsty grin was interrupted by a dozen of punches. With shock in his eyes he fell down as Falken had a Boxing guard up and seemingly punched him from 5 mts away. As the Neck-Breaker fell Falken walked past him and commented – I knew the Knuckle Blasters would be useful, you never know what kind of weirdoes you’ll find inside a prison-
-Kuro-san will suffice. I’m not one to play with Mr. Enigma, as I don’t recall ever losing, especially in the game you propose. But if you insist you will surely find out about the event that is coming to right? If you still want to play against me, well I’m giving you a window of opportunity, don’t waste it, as there wont be another, if you fail to make an impression you and your organization will be exterminated.- A pause in the communication, even if he lacked any emotion in favor of it, Kuro-san knew the advantages of theatrics. – In the strange case of your antics awakening my interest you may be of some use to my organization as a subordinate. I don’t even consider the possibility of you winning the match you proposed, yet if you want to have hope I wont stop you, hopeless people don’t serve as a good challenge.- Once again a pause, Kuro-san received some information from the Scientific Branch of Mangetsu, SHINKAlabs – You’ll excuse me I’m a busy man as you can understand, I’m sorry to inform you that you’ll need a new way to contact me as we already blocked this frequency for further uses. I hope you serve as a decent entertainment.- The Yakuza Emperor didn’t spoke with any kind emotion, no rage, no arrogance, he was telling the truth without any alterations from emotions, that was the scariest thing of Kuro-san, he was empty inside.
Black Stone Prison, Warden's Office
Masako felt the warm blood in his hand and went into frenzy, instead of replying to Arsenal he just started munching down the meat of the man he just killed while it was still warm, quenching his thirst with the scarlet blood and his hungers with the crimson flesh. His grotesque feast lasted only seconds, the time it took to eat a whole arm only leaving the white bones clean of any meat. –How can you help?- Masako asked with a psychotic grin splattered in his bloodstained face – I want you to be my next meal!- With that said he charged again with his fist prepared to smash Arsenal head like a watermelon in a beach day