Chapter 1: Mission in Italy

The leader of the BEASTS private spy organization read the contents of the paper in his hands.

Their organization has some kind connection with various governments, but they're not affiliated with them, whatsoever.

He pushed back his bluish black hair, leaning on the backrest of his swivel chair. His bluish grey eyes, skimming through the documents.

[Name: Zedkiel "Zed" Sinclair

Code Name: Hawke

Age: 30

Birthday: February 28

Zodiac: Pisces

Height: 190 cm.

Weight: 175 lbs.

Nationality: American

Weapon of choice: Mixed Martial Arts, All—rounder]

[Skills:

— could dodge and catch lightning fast bullets;

— can speak all of the world's languages, even the native ones;

— skilled in deception, persuasion, and a master of disguise;

— has a hawk—like sight;

— has the best reflexes and reaction time within the organization (note: he surpassed the top 1 and top 2 despite not having to challenge them)

— can train and live without any sleep nor food (note: no one knows why, they think was intense training that led to this);

— 99+ more]

[Feats (two years):

— won most of his matches against the agents on his first day (top 1 and top 2 agent didn't participate);

— had infiltrated Russia, China, and North Korea governments;

— had almost killed the North Korean Supreme Leader, twice;

— survived in a mission with little information and time, with little food and supplies, he had collected various significant information;

— defeated lots of professional fighters at a young age;

— had infiltrated the Windsor Castle in Berkshire;

— infiltrated the Eiffel Tower and stole relevant documents;

— 30+ more]

The leader was taken back to reality when a man swung the door open, then, closing it.

The man's green and yellow eyes trailed on his leader. His blonde hair was groomed well and displayed the beauty of his face. The moles on each of his cheekbones stood out the most. The hairs on his pale skin stood up. The man rubbed his arms due to the cold temperature.

"Sir, you called?" Zedkiel saluted, composing himself.

"Hawke. No. Zed, I've got a new mission for you." The leader trailed off.

"Yes, sir." Zedkiel affirmed.

"Infiltrate the Lawless Mafia and find out about the experiment. Find out who are affiliated with the Italian Government and the Scientists." The leader continued.

"Yes, sir."

[Hawke: Top 3 Agent]

We will install this chip inside your body. If you find a valuable information, you may send it through this chip. It's directly connected to the brain. You would also need these contact lenses. This chip and the lenses work together as one. We will also send our information through those." The man explained. "I am in charge of this mission, that's how important it is." Jarvan said, Zedkiel understood it all so well.

"Yes, sir." Zedkiel turned back and reached for the doorknob, then, stopped when he heard the man speak again.

"Zed." The man called. "Make me proud, son." He smiled, and the blonde haired man did the same.

The ten—year—old Zedkiel was rescued by Jarvan, with no memories of his life. He had no name, no background.

Jarvan was the one who named him and created who he was today.

Jarvan raised him like his own. He treated him as a part of his family.

Soon, Zedkiel had proposed that he become a spy, as well. Jarvan rejected this idea, however Zedkiel insisted on wanting to repay Jarvan for everything that he has done for him.

The spy leader was not able to resist the boy's determination and agreed.

He was only thirteen at that time, he became an official spy at the age of twenty—eight.

He was trained by the leader personally and quickly became one of the organization's best spies.

"Be careful. Retreat immediately if you're in danger." Jarvan added.

"Don't worry, sir. I won't be." Zedkiel saluted.

"Of course." Jarvan gestured him to go.

Zedkiel had seen the worst of the world ever since he had awaken from his slumber.

Ever since then, he had dreamt of peace and equality.

No more wars and no more hunger.

That was what Zed wants.

That was what he fights for.

The Jarvan had sent the information he needed for the mission.

[Undercover:

Name: Alois Taylor

Age: 25

Birthday: July 4

Nationality: Italian Immigrant (American)

Occupation: Martial Artist (Capoeira*)

Appearance:

Blonde Hair

Green Eyes

Background: works at your father's martial arts studio, college graduate, degree in agriculture

Family: A father (48), a mother (45), a younger sister (12) (all spies)]

[Mission: Become a trusted ally of Diaval Lombardi. You may start as a bodyguard or assistant.]

[All the supplies you need for your mission are all in your luggage. You will travel with your undercover family and learn as much as you can with each other so you will not stall each other during the mission. Stay safe, everyone.]

The chip was inside the back of his left ear, it was the "system machine" and the contact lenses was "screen".

Zedkiel and his fake family rode in a public plane to avoid suspicion from enemies.

He had drove in a car with three more people. They were on their way to the Ney York Stewart International Airport.

"Hi, my name in this mission is Amelia Taylor." The woman stretched her hand to Zedkiel, shaking hands with him.

"Mine's Sean Taylor." The man was next to shake Zedkiel's hand.

"I'm Mia Taylor! I'm a big fan of you, number three!!" The girl shook Zedkiel's hand as if there was no tomorrow, with an exaggerated motion that lasted for thirty whole seconds.

"Oh, thank you." Zedkiel gave the kid a smile.

"Don't act like that once we are in the scene." Amelia scolded Mia.

"Of course, I won't. I know better than this. You don't need to remind me." Mia huffed.

"This kid..." Sean shook his head.

"It's good to be knowledgeable at a young age." Zedkiel complimented.

"I knew number three would understand!" Mia's eyes glimmered. "So, how does it feel to be the top three best agent?" She asked with her high pitch voice.

"Normal." Zedkiel answered briefly.

"Eh?! I want to know how you live." Mia

"I sleep at 10 pm and wake up at 5 am. Then, I go to the gym and exercise for an hour. After that, I make my breakfast, eat, then take a bath. After that, I train. Eat snacks, train, lunch, train snacks again. Some more training, then dinner. I do some studying and research. And, I begin another day with the same routine." Zedkiel explained in a very specific way.

"I see..." Mia chuckled, sweat—dropping. "It's very detailed, isn't it?" Zedkiel was proud of himself, nodding to Mia's question.

"He's not what I thought he would be." Amelia whispered to Sean.

"Right, he seems naive." Sean responded.

Zedkiel had heard them but paid no attention. Jarvan had told them that if someone would ever talk about you behind your back, whether it was good or bad, it was none of his business.

The made up family lined up in order to ride the airplane that will be leaving in a few minutes.

Soon enough, they were on the American Airlines to Rome, Italy.

"Amelia and I are sitting over there. You and Mia will be sitting next to each other. Keep your eyes and ears open." Sean informed.

"Yes, sir." Zedkiel nodded.

"I know what to do! Stop treating me like a child!" Mia groaned, blocking her ears with her hands.

"Shush, don't yell." Amelia told the girl, but Mia just proceeded to her seat and the fake couple did the same.

Zedkiel sat on the comfortable seat. It was soft, as if he was sitting on a pile of cotton or snow. First class was definitely something else. This was one of the things he liked about being a spy. He liked travelling around the world, it's free and he gets paid after, as well.

"Uhh... Sir number three." Mia muttered to the blonde haired man.

"Yes? Please call me Alois. We are in public." Zedkiel reminded.

"Sir Alois number three." Mia said, not taking out the nickname.

"Just Alois." Zedkiel corrected.

Mia sighed, calling him by his name. "Sir Alois."

"Yes?"

"I'm airsick." Mia informed, gagging.

"You are?" Zedkiel asked.

"Yes." Mia confirmed, covering her mouth.

Zedkiel reached for his bag. Jarvan has told him that he out everything they needed in there.

"Can't we just ask a flight attendant?" The girl inquired, not wanting to wait anymore.

He searched and ended up having a disposable plastic bag and medicines at hand.

"Lesson number one, no matter how hungry or thirsty you are, never ask for help. Not even when you're in a brink of death. You wouldn't know if people are trustworthy." Zedkiel blabbered.

The girl vomited in the plastic bag, and threw it in the trash can.

"Yes, Sir Alois." Mia nodded.

"Just Alois, better yet brother." Zedkiel said.

"B—brother? Me? Call the number three—? How could I?" Mia shook her head. For her, Zedkiel was a celebrity and she was only a fan.

"It's part of your mission." Zedkiel told her with a stern expression.

"Right, sorry. To be honest, this is my first mission." Mia rubbed her hands together.

"Do not fret, I almost died from my first ever mission back then, as well." Zedkiel blurted out and Mia paled, as if blood left her body. The blonde haired man noticed this and tried to make it sound better. "It's not a bad thing, I'm still alive." He reassured.

"That does not make me feel good. If the top three agent almost died, then I have no hope." Mia uttered, looking at her tapping feet.

"I was not the top three that time, I was only a beginner, like you." Zedkiel informed. "As I said, do not fret. Sir Jarvan is the one who is monitoring our mission. We won't fail or die." He kept on reassuring the little girl.

"If si—if Alois says so." Mia stammered, breathing deeply, then, exhaling.

"You should sleep. The flight is long." Zedkiel

"But, what if someone attacks us?" Mia asked, trailing her eyes around.

"I'll handle it." Zedkiel assured.

"Okay. I trust you." Mia nodded, closing her eyes.

"Don't." Zedkiel mumbled.

"Huh?" Mia opened her eyes.

"Nothing. Sleep well, Mia." Zedkiel bid.

"Hmm... I will." Mia closed her eyes, once again.

Zedkiel smiled as he saw the child's peaceful face.

Was this what Jarvan saw whenever he gets a good sleep?

Children are treasures, especially when they're spies. That's what Jarvan had taught him.

Zedkiel covered Mia with a warm and thick blanket.

This girl will be one of the children whose life is going to be changed, let it be him or by other spies.

He, then, looked out the window.

The sun was shining above the clouds. He had never seen the sun's rays this much before.

The clouds were moving a steady pace as the plane passed each one of them.

Zedkiel loved how the sun's rays were escaping through the cloud's thick cotton—like bodies.

As time passed by, he saw a 360 degrees rainbow. It was the perfect circle. He had never seen the full circle before.

He wanted to treasure this moment.

He loved the way his heart raced when the rainbow came to his sight. He also loved how he would've jumped if he was not in a plane. He would've tool this picture with his family, even though it was only for a mission and it was fake.

"Chip, camera on." A screen appeared in front of Zedkiel with and instructed him to blink in order to capture a photo and so he did.

Good thing he had a chip in him, he could take pictures just by blinking.

He saw a message popped up in front of the camera and told the chip to turn off the camera.

Jarvan had sent him a message saying, "are you enjoying your trip? (✷‿✷)" Zedkiel smiled at the question.

He clicked the mic button and a chime was heard by only him.

"Yes." Zedkiel spoke and the system wrote it down. "I love how many colors the sun can produce, I love how I can see those even more. I love how the clouds looked soft and plumpy. I also saw a full circle rainbow just now." He added, a grin was now plastered on his face.

"I'm glad you're having fun. └( ＾ω＾)」" The first message was sent. The bubbles kept on moving and after a few seconds, the second message was delivered. "Do keep in mind that enemies are lying everywhere. Be careful, son. <(￣︶￣)↗" It was a reminder.

"Yes, sir." Zedkiel affirmed.

The sound waves stopped moving and the mic chimed, again, disappearing. All the other screens has been gone, as well.

Soon enough, they had reached their destination.

Rome, Italy.

The mission will officially begin.