Chapter three-The Second and Third Commandment

Manhattan, New York

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The crowd was full. Chairs filled with butts and chatters filled the area. Each seat next to each other as they circled one big stage.

A stage that had black seats and wood flooring. A stand that sat under a giant lamp that hung over the chorus area.

Today was the day.

People paid hundreds to see this Mona Lisa painting.

The real one.

Everyone sat eagerly. They would be selling it. And not for cheap. For millions.

The crowd was full of people in tuxedos. People in thousand dollar jackets and Gucci shoes. The floor was waxed and music played softly. Very softly. they were ready.

Soldiers guarded the truck heavily. The truck with the Mona Lisa painting inside. The sun came down ever so softly between the thick clouds. Soft mist of rain hit the soldiers as they look at each other in concern.

Because something felt off.

Something felt very off. Commander John grabbed his AK47. His eyes locked onto the soldiers that stood in front of the truck.

The parking lot filled with expensive cars and limos.

"Get to the auditorium!" John demanded. almost instantly they began gloving themselves up. The doors flew open and six soldiers grabbed the Mona Lisa painting.

Their hands covered in white gloves after they sanitized themselves. They moved fast. Soldiers guarding them as they went through the back with the doors being held open for them.

As they went through the doors, the soldiers stopped.

"What's wrong, soldier?" A soldier alone with two others. The two soldiers sat the Mona Lisa painting down softly.

The soldier instantly put up his gun. Cool in it back, his voice began shaking. He could barely see these two soldiers. He had no idea what their intention was.

"Keep moving soldiers!" He demanded.They look at him calmly.

As quickly as one could, one of the soldiers took out their pistol, shooting the soldier in the forehead. Blood splatters around the room before some droplets landing on the paper Mona Lisa was wrapped in.

"We have the painting in our hands." A soldier put his mouth up to his mic.

The other soldier wasted no time. The vents of the entire building opened. The security cameras in the room showed the seating of the entire auditorium. Each and every seat was filled.

People's bank accounts were viewed up on a big screen.

Like dead flies and ants, everyone seated began dropping dead. Smoke spilled from the vents above forcing these two soldiers to put a mask over their faces so they wont be effected by the toxic gasses that were leaked out.

They two soldiers went out of the room. A long hall split to both ways gave them a sense of confusion on where they had to go.

That's when they seen one of their teammates.

"This way, Soldier!" He waves.

Moving quickly, a security guard turned the corner.

"HEY!" shots were fired. The two soldiers ducked and ran. They were sweating but didn't stop.

"STOP RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" the guard demanded.

They couldn't stop. It was far too late. Everyone was already dead in the auditorium. They would be robbing these people of million. They would be rich.

A bullet hit one of the soldiers.

"FUCK! KILL THIS MOTHER FUCKER!" A soldier yelled.

The guard ran after them as fast as he could. His face covered with his shirt as he sprints after the Mona Lisa painting.

His pistol in his hand as he takes off. The grass got stronger. The guard felt the urge to want to pass out.

One of the soldiers turned around, shooting recklessly, he missed almost every shot. But that one bullet hit the guard. He fell to the ground in a pool of his own blood.

The soldier guiding these two soldiers turned the corner.

Almost the second he did, a bullet was shot through his face. His skull broke and head nearly came off his body.

The Mona Lisa painting fell to the ground as the two soldiers held their guns up.

Their hearts beating faster and faster as they backed away slowly. Turning behind them and back in front, they felt the sense of being watched. It was dead silent.

"SHOW YOURSELF!" One yells.

He pointed.

That's when the man came from around the corner.

Standing at nearly 10 feet tall was this super soldier. Arms robotic. Decorated in a Grim reaper pattern.

He was dressed just like a soldier except he wore all black. Skin dark, hair in these 360 waves as if he didn't go a minute without brushing his hair. One of his eyes were replaced with that of a robots.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING MOVE!" One of the soldiers yelled.

Turning around, he found his partner dead. His partner's body one the ground. His head pinned against the wall with a knife through the mouth.

"FUCK!" He turned back to the 10 foot tall man. but his heart stopped.

The man was right in front of him. The soldier falls to the ground in fear. Almost giving him an instant heart attack on how fast this being was. This wasn't a fucking human.

The super soldier grabs the soldier by the face. Squeezing eight he force of a training moving at 200 miles per our, he rips his face off of his head breaking a few bones in the process.

The super soldier that went by the name of Joyner pulled his face strongly. The strings and nerves that connected his face made a screeching noise as he did.

Slapping the meat on the ground, more bullets were fired.

The bullets bounced off Joyner as he turned to a group of 10 soldiers. Each one aiming and shooting as if the bullets were doing something.

As calm as ever, Joyner began walking towards them.

A slight smile on his face as he kept his arms swinging back and forth. One leg in front of the other as he made his way to the them.

"KILL THIS BITCH! GET THAT PAINTING!" One soldier yelled.

In the middle of shooting at Joyner, the shortest soldier stops. Turning to the right, the solider shot the teammate. Turning back to the left, she kicked her teammate in the ball sack.

"What are you doing soldier!?" She took her knife out throwing it down the hall before shooting three more in the face.

They all began shooting at her. The bullets bounced off her bullet proof vest she had on.

As the knife was thrown down the hall, it reached the end only for a soldier to come running in its back in the nick of time.

The knife went through the soldier's right eye and out through the back of his head.

She shot a soldier's dick before running and drop kicking one of them into the wall. That's when Joyner took off in a sorting before stomping that soldier's head into the wall.

The woman takes her helmet off to reveal her face.

Jenna Ortega.

Standing at 5'1. Mexican and Puerto Rican, age being 25, and a former CIA Agent, Former Government Guard, CIA and FBI Spy, and a current Hitman.

"Thought I'd never see you two here..." Jenna and Joyner look up.

There stands Kyle and Kina. Kina wearing this high tech ninja suit. Her sword in her hand with he glowing stone inside.

Behind the both of them were soldiers. Looked like hundreds. Each one pointing to their weapons at Jenna and Joyner.

Jenna looks outside to see the parking lot filled with police, FBI soldiers, helicopters int he sky, CIA and special forces with the Army and Air Force all outside.

The face of Kina's suit retracted into the neck of her suit showing her serious face.

Jenna smiled a little.

"Long time no see... Kina..." Jenna speaks.