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Prologue

He stood by the side of his car, pausing for a moment before entering it. The waving flag that was on the car's boot shows that the man is a representative of the government. Probably even a well respected and a very important man, considering the bodyguards who stood near and making sure that the situation was stabilize before moving out. Once secured, the car then drives out onto the road. Knowing so, the man leaned back into his seat and sighed.

It was late and he was definitely tired. Several cars escorted him from the front and back, wanting to make sure that he was safe. An Ambassadors’ life sure is tightly secured and safe, with having bodyguards surrounding him twenty four seven and he was thankful for it. As he was relaxing in the car, it stopped at one of the junction. He just hopes that he gets back to the hotel fast.

When the car made a turn into a deserted road, he closes his eyes for a quick nap. The hotel wasn’t far off the road but he just wanted some peace for a moment. As the car drove on further, it suddenly jerked to the side for a few moments, going off road a few feet before halting, startling the ambassador.

“What happened, driver?” he asked, sitting up to speak to the driver.

He couldn't see the driver so he scooted forward to look at him clearly only to jump back into his seat once he saw what had happened. The driver was slumped forward onto the steering wheel, a wound on his right side of the temple with blood trickling from it. The ambassador started to panic. He started looking around and noticed that there was not even a single car around him anymore. It was dead into the night and he could not do anything but panic.

He took out his cell phone and dialled the first person he could even think of. As the phone rang, he waited for the person on the other line to pick up the call while looking around him.

Not soon after, he heard a soft drone which then ascended into a louder drone. A high-powered motorcycle then zoomed into the scene and skidded to a halt a few feet from the car. It was a black and silver motorcycle, a prominent Japanese writing over the outer body which brings the meaning of a Peregine Falcon. It was a high-powered Hayabusa bike and the person who rode it, was no different.

The man on the bike then stabilized his bike down and got off it. He then walked a few feet towards the car where the Ambassador was waiting. The Ambassador just watches as the man walks up to him, his all black suit glinted under the faint light. The man then stopped by the window where the Ambassador sat.

“Hello?”

The Ambassador then realized he still had his phone by his ear and was about to proceed to talk to that person when suddenly…

PHISSSP!

The Ambassador fell back into his seat, his phone falling to the side. The biker, who had his arm up to the window, stood still for a moment before lowering his arm down, a gun in his hand.

His face was hidden behind the helmet, only his right eye visible through it. The other eye was covered by the fringe of his hair, making him look more sinister. His gaze was menacingly dark and smoky, making you feel as if he could just kill you by staring at you. The piercing gaze makes it feel as if he could see right into your soul, making it cold and distant.


The biker then tucked his gun behind him and walked confidently back to his bike, unhooked it and kicked off... leaving only a trail of smoke behind him...

The street fell silent... only the drone of a far away bike and a solitary car was left...