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Partners III:A Test of Patience part I: A Rude Awakening     Ever had a bad day? Everyone has. But what about a really awful day that seems to get worse and worse by the minute? People say a bad day is often caused by waking up on the wrong side of the bed. But perhaps waking up is the problem in general. Especially waking up way too early.      The young assassin groaned at the noise from the hallway while trying to block out the light streaming in from the window. “Urgh. Stupid kids. Don’t they have somewhere to be instead of running around in the hallway?”  Complained Train Heartnet as he forced himself out of bed. Run

II: First Impressions: part III The black van pulled up several blocks away from the target's location. The door slid open and two men quietly exited the vehicle. Train Heartnet looked around. Surveying the area for his assignment's manor. Through the pitch black night he could see its towering steeples. What a building. "Quite a marvelous building isn't it? The towers give it such an elegant look." Train tossed a callous glance at his so-called partner. The man smiled at him. Train turned away, not bothering to answer. He hadn't spoken a word to his partner since their first introduction on the roof earlier. There was no point in talking

II: First Impressions: part II Two days later- The chilling wind rushed against him. Yet he did not flinch. The sun was setting. Train Heartnet stood, watching the evening scene come to life under the bright red sky. The crisp, icy, late afternoon air wrapped itself around him. It was too cold to wear his normal coat. The weather had forced him to wear another warmer one. It was still black and comfortable but it's overly insulated collar was bugging him. It felt strange to be in the wind and not feel his coat blowing against his ankles. Train sighed. He knew he probably should have gone in already. But he enjoyed the nearly night air and

II:First Impressions (A/n: just so there is no confusion. I'm just going to clarify it now. these next couple chapters take place before the previous chapters) Several months earlier- The sound of many heavy footsteps echoed through the crowded hall of Chronos' HQ. The halls were flooded with black-and-white as many men in dark glasses and suits hurried by. He walked hurriedly through the crowd, at a speed most men would need to run to achieve. He slipped through quickly, weaving his way in and out of the crowd in a flash of black, more like a shadow than a presence. He escaped the crowd and slinked quickly down a broad hallway, and quiet

I: the Unfortunate Usual part IV As soon as they were out of sight Creed began laughing. "What?!" Train snapped. "Nothing just amused." Creed chuckled. Train rolled his eyes. "What is it this time?" He asked, already regretting his question. "It's entertaining to watch them squirm. One glance from you and they're withering in fear. Heh heh ha HA HAHA!!!" Creed burst into outright laughter. Train groaned and rolled his eyes again. "Heh heh" Creed continued "they fear us! They know we can kill them! Play superior all day long and act like they own us but truly-!" "They do." Train sharply cut him off. "Don't be like that, Train." "Wha

Mission I: part III After a number of minutes Train looked up. "Finally" he said, and within a second he was on the ground. Less than a couple minutes later a pair of headlights showed up in the dim light of the dark street. Noticing in the car, Creed jumped down as well. A black car pulled up in front of the building and two men in black suits and sunglasses got out, one was carrying a clipboard, and stepped in front of the other. Immediately Train stood up straight respectfully with his hands by his side. His gaze dropped to the ground, to avoid eye contact with his superiors. Creed threw a quick disapproving glance at Train. Then sighed

Warning: this fan-fic contains Creed related material. Side effects of reading may cause: Homophobia, Agatephobia, Astraphobia, Maniaphobia, or Dementphobia           His target screamed and cried, begging him to spare his life. Train fired. "Pathetic" he said. What kind of full-grown man cries? That's just pathetic, Train thought.           "Yes, He certainly was a pathetic piece of trash," laughed Creed, "just waiting to be disposed of." Train rolled his eyes. Creed always misinterpreted what Train meant, interpreting whatever Train said to

Warning: this fan-fic contains Creed related material.            It started with the sound of gunfire and screaming. He knew he had gotten over his head with his business. Somehow he had become an enemy of Chronos. He was an old man but he wasn't ready to die yet. He spent thousands in the best security systems and guards money could buy. But deep into the late hours of the night it started. The screams of his men and gunfire rang through out his manner. He knew they were here,      Eraser, Chronos' attack dogs. Ravaging through his home like a war zone.           He had locked himself in his backroom. The screaming and gunshots dimmed u