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Any of the EX 'Legacy' posts are corrected (mostly) 'old' posts I've ever made. At least, ones I'm somewhat proud of- or ones that friends ask to bring back for nostalgic reasons. Anyways, here's the first chapter to one of my off stories: Compact Reaction!
(note, this was created before I even had an official story for Sparky- meaning it was pre-AMP'd. Yet, around the same time IN the story canon. Please, Its not as great as my most recent literate works ;u; so do forgive the rather.. horrible style >_< )
Act 1: MAU’s Playing Field
As it was known that there have been many outbreaks before, and patched up without a trace of who was doing all the work. The Government was on to this, they were suspicious of us. Funny thing is, they have no clue who and where we are. But we ARE the good guys, just overly secretive.
Let me explain to you why. When the MAU was a real part of the CIA, the Government always got in the way of our rules and regulations. That caused even the toughest and absolute best with agent mastery, Including 00 and Rogue, have fallen, been executed, cut from the job, and even sent away by law, just because we knew what we were doing- and the Government didn’t.
So, the head boss of the CIA made it look like the MAU was no longer there, non-existent, extinct. Upon him doing that, he fooled the government- allowing 12 special units to be a part of this secret sub-division. I, Agent #2- Agent Lavinski, would happen to be half the reason for MAU to be separated.
This severely causes problems for us, such as we have to watch out for government officials- let alone for the big fish. But that’s why we are considered “Special” units, we have the ability and skill to overcome this. Our units have all kind of resources on our hands, Super computers- and a Genius to go with them, Military Artillery with a hell of a former sergeant to handle them with, even more high tech gadgets and communication equipment created by CIA and our own inventor.
Our jobs are to stop anything that can cause a state, Nation, or even the World a mess. We call ourselves the cure, accounting that we have even stopped baddies from carrying out a plan to release an airborne infection, with no main cure. Hidden missile silos ready to destroy the world from space- instead, we stopped the real controller and used the space silos to aid in war. MAU even goes against those who snipe for money. Hit men. Transporters.
Now you understand what goes on.
“Hey, Nick.”
I look around to see a guy with a crew cut, built- and quite tall. “Oh, hey partner.”… So what, a simple reply. He does know I’m currently busy, sorting through the files, but then again- that’s Pierre for you.
“Are those the files of Rico I asked for?”
All I do is stop sorting and slide backwards with my chair. He could see for himself. Harsh? Nah, Pierre rather would see the documents himself. Me and Pierre go way back. Not quite as far as me and my brother Xander, though. Believe it or not, we didn’t even know we were brothers until the NYPD unit X was working for took tests. X for short, is currently with the FBI because he would rather enjoy his lifestyle and be a dick on the job. I don’t blame him; it’s a great way to relieve stress.
“Ah, you’ve seriously gotten your work cut out for you.”
“ Well, I’m serious about my job, and I should be.”
“Partner, you know damn well I’m even more serious, I’m not used to you being that all the time. You got to just relax sometimes too, you got to know when to have a small time to enjoy yourself and laugh.”
I did laugh, because this is coming from a guy that I barely see smile. But what are you going to do? It was good advice. So I loosened up a bit- until I felt a pat on my back by familiar hands.
“ Sup boys.”
Ah, great. It was Tanya. Or at least that’s what she told us. Pierre loved her sassy…ness. Don’t get me wrong, she is awesome on the job. But as hilarious to someone it may be, she knows how to bring down one guys pride. She has long brown hair, a surprisingly nice smile, and a gorgeous small figure too. But what am I to describe her for? I’ll tell you why: If Pierre does it, the description would be completely perverted.
“We got a situation somewhere in Kent!”
Oh just WONDERFUL, we get to fly to the british-english people. I got nothing against them, just… I hate flying in any huge hunk of metal that closes me in with no way for me to go down at any time I want to. Yeah, sounds childish. But I don’t plan to be the next idiot to die when there is a double-crosser on that plane.
“Don’t wuss out now, Nicholas.”
“Shut up Pierre.”
Pierre laughed, and we went to pick up our equipment to go meet the unknown threat.
Nicholas Lavinksi © Kasey "Sparky" Moore << Me
Xander J. © Jesse Moore << My Bro (yes <: )
Travis © Travis AKA The Emperor
EX ™ Me
(note, this was created before I even had an official story for Sparky- meaning it was pre-AMP'd. Yet, around the same time IN the story canon. Please, Its not as great as my most recent literate works ;u; so do forgive the rather.. horrible style >_< )
Act 1: MAU’s Playing Field
As it was known that there have been many outbreaks before, and patched up without a trace of who was doing all the work. The Government was on to this, they were suspicious of us. Funny thing is, they have no clue who and where we are. But we ARE the good guys, just overly secretive.
Let me explain to you why. When the MAU was a real part of the CIA, the Government always got in the way of our rules and regulations. That caused even the toughest and absolute best with agent mastery, Including 00 and Rogue, have fallen, been executed, cut from the job, and even sent away by law, just because we knew what we were doing- and the Government didn’t.
So, the head boss of the CIA made it look like the MAU was no longer there, non-existent, extinct. Upon him doing that, he fooled the government- allowing 12 special units to be a part of this secret sub-division. I, Agent #2- Agent Lavinski, would happen to be half the reason for MAU to be separated.
This severely causes problems for us, such as we have to watch out for government officials- let alone for the big fish. But that’s why we are considered “Special” units, we have the ability and skill to overcome this. Our units have all kind of resources on our hands, Super computers- and a Genius to go with them, Military Artillery with a hell of a former sergeant to handle them with, even more high tech gadgets and communication equipment created by CIA and our own inventor.
Our jobs are to stop anything that can cause a state, Nation, or even the World a mess. We call ourselves the cure, accounting that we have even stopped baddies from carrying out a plan to release an airborne infection, with no main cure. Hidden missile silos ready to destroy the world from space- instead, we stopped the real controller and used the space silos to aid in war. MAU even goes against those who snipe for money. Hit men. Transporters.
Now you understand what goes on.
“Hey, Nick.”
I look around to see a guy with a crew cut, built- and quite tall. “Oh, hey partner.”… So what, a simple reply. He does know I’m currently busy, sorting through the files, but then again- that’s Pierre for you.
“Are those the files of Rico I asked for?”
All I do is stop sorting and slide backwards with my chair. He could see for himself. Harsh? Nah, Pierre rather would see the documents himself. Me and Pierre go way back. Not quite as far as me and my brother Xander, though. Believe it or not, we didn’t even know we were brothers until the NYPD unit X was working for took tests. X for short, is currently with the FBI because he would rather enjoy his lifestyle and be a dick on the job. I don’t blame him; it’s a great way to relieve stress.
“Ah, you’ve seriously gotten your work cut out for you.”
“ Well, I’m serious about my job, and I should be.”
“Partner, you know damn well I’m even more serious, I’m not used to you being that all the time. You got to just relax sometimes too, you got to know when to have a small time to enjoy yourself and laugh.”
I did laugh, because this is coming from a guy that I barely see smile. But what are you going to do? It was good advice. So I loosened up a bit- until I felt a pat on my back by familiar hands.
“ Sup boys.”
Ah, great. It was Tanya. Or at least that’s what she told us. Pierre loved her sassy…ness. Don’t get me wrong, she is awesome on the job. But as hilarious to someone it may be, she knows how to bring down one guys pride. She has long brown hair, a surprisingly nice smile, and a gorgeous small figure too. But what am I to describe her for? I’ll tell you why: If Pierre does it, the description would be completely perverted.
“We got a situation somewhere in Kent!”
Oh just WONDERFUL, we get to fly to the british-english people. I got nothing against them, just… I hate flying in any huge hunk of metal that closes me in with no way for me to go down at any time I want to. Yeah, sounds childish. But I don’t plan to be the next idiot to die when there is a double-crosser on that plane.
“Don’t wuss out now, Nicholas.”
“Shut up Pierre.”
Pierre laughed, and we went to pick up our equipment to go meet the unknown threat.
Nicholas Lavinksi © Kasey "Sparky" Moore << Me
Xander J. © Jesse Moore << My Bro (yes <: )
Travis © Travis AKA The Emperor
EX ™ Me
Category Story / Fantasy
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 91px
File Size 19.7 kB
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