ALL THE FISH. (Some weird story about some of the forumers.)

Prescript: This started as a bit of insane tinkering at 1:00 AM in the morning one day, where I suddenly had the strange inspiration to write some of the forumers as......well, you'll see.
Blaster = myfantasy, by the way.


Make sure you tell me if I made any mistakes. I did write this at 1AM, after all.
Woah, it's almost 3000 words. In one chapter.
As of yet, it's still unnamed, and the chapters untitled. If anyone wants to contribute one, go ahead~
It's been a while since I've written something like this.
SHOOT ALL OF THE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM.

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“Boss, I scouted out the place like you asked. It’s just as you suspected. It’s filled with his men. I counted at least ten with weapons.”
Three dark-clothed men stood in an alley approximately seventy meters away from a bar. Between the alley and the bar was the bar’s parking lot. The two were wrapped in heavy black long coats and boots, and wore large scarves and hoods to combat the freezing blizzard.
“Excellent scout work, Before. I think I should walk in there alone.”
“Not a chance,” the third man interjected. “Walking into a snake den like that is tantamount to suicide. You go in with our support, or not at all, Zeru.”
“Viper, you don’t function well in open spaces. We both know that.”
“Regardless, I know my way about a gun. Before does as well. A contract’s a contract, and the more of us there are, the more likely we’ll complete it.” Viper drew his Sig Sauer Mosquito, complete with red-dot sight.
“If I wanted your support, I would prefer your sniping, Viper.”
“Not in this disastrous weather, you wouldn’t. I couldn’t snipe a bear at two meters in this. We also don’t have enough time for me to set up a poison or such. The deadline’s today; no later.”
Before shook his head. “Honestly, the prospects are grim. We’re down a member and outnumbered three-to-one. We have no backup, and the deadline is tonight. If it comes to a firefight, we’re certainly dead. Our target could also flee at any moment. Any ideas, Zeru?”
Zeru drew an elegant straight-bladed longsword from a sheath, and examined its glow in the moonlight. “Hmm...Before, how many exits does the bar have?”
“Two. Front and back.”
“Viper, I want you to take the back door. In case he tries to escape, subdue him. Before, come with me. I need you to secure the entrance. I’ll try to enter CQC with our target as soon as possible. Perhaps if I intimidate him enough, his men will stand down.”
“Let’s have at it, then. No sense in waiting around,” Viper muttered, before disappearing into the shadows of a building. Zeru watched as he made his away across the lighted parking lot. He could only briefly see glances of him, however. Also, Zeru knew what he was looking for; an untrained eye would never be able to catch a glimpse of him. Viper was a master of stealth. Once, and only once, he managed to catch a tuft of brown hair due to the streetlight, but almost immediately, it vanished. Ten seconds after he completely disappeared from view, Zeru spoke up.
“Come, Before. It’s not polite to keep a man waiting.”
Zeru and Before applied stealth tactics until they were within the parking lot, and then they broke into an easy walk to throw off suspicion. Before took off his scarf and stowed it in a pocket. Since Zeru’s face would be shrouded by a scarf, it would be too suspicious for two people with shrouded faces to enter simultaneously. Plus, being able to see a face made a world of a difference to onlookers. Removing the scarf and hood revealed dark, gold eyes. Coming within the light of the bar sign, Before’s disheveled black hair and Zeru’s red hair styled into a single ponytail were visible.  Before pushed open the doors to the bar. All at once, the rancid smell of beer, sweat, and the body heat of the customers attacked their senses. The two walked in.
“Shut the door, will ya?” one of the customers asked.
Before complied and closed the door.  Zeru walked up to the bar and sat on a stool, whereas Before sat at a table near the door. Zeru deliberately picked the stool next to a fat, sweating man, which he immediately recognized as his target. Zeru observed him.  He had nervous-looking eyes that shifted gaze every few seconds, and his glass, filled with beer, was only a quarter empty. Although it was stiflingly hot for Zeru in his coat, the man was only wearing a dress shirt and dress pants, giving him the appearance of a corpulent everyman. The bartender, a young man of approximately twenty years of age with short black hair and calm, dark-brown eyes, looked up.
“Can I get you something to drink?”
“Nothing here. Just a glass of water will do. Actually, I’m more looking for information,” Zeru said, closing in.
The bar, “Stars Alight,” was one of the more famed drinking spots in the area. It had an infamous reputation of serving up excellent drinks to all sorts of people—including mob bosses and the like. Information passed by quickly here, and the bartender was usually rife with it.
“Oh? Very well. Information comes at a price, however...”
It was standard procedure for Zeru. He drew a crisp $100 bill from a pocket and placed it on the counter. “Tell me, know any arms dealers of the sort in this area? I’m looking for things like HMGs in particular.”
“Hmmm...,” the bartender said, cleaning a glass. “There’s an apartment building on 6th. It’s about a four minute walk from the intersection of Market and 6th to there. Just head north. A guy on the fifth floor has a long-running business, and is very reliable.”
Zeru already knew most of the arms dealers in the area, but pretended to note the information anyways. “Thing is, the longer something runs, the faster it’ll tire out. If they get apprehended and squeal, I don’t want to face any issues. Got any newer businesses?”
“There’s a small business being run out of a local coffee shop. It’s at the intersection of State and 4th. They only just got started, but I’ve heard nothing but good news about them.”
Zeru also knew about this dealer, but continued his act. “I see. Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he said, taking the bill off the table and stuffing it in his pocket. He poured Zeru a glass of ice water, and Zeru accepted it gratefully. Zeru stole glances at the man next to him, and saw that he seemed extremely nervous of him. He decided to wait to lower his guard.
Ten minutes passed, and Zeru finally decided to strike. He had seen the man leave his unguarded back toward him once, and saw it as a sign of relaxation. He waited until it happened once more. The man turned his head to the right, and Zeru drew his sword slightly.
With a sudden crack, Zeru slammed his shoulder into the man’s back, knocking him out of the stool, face-down. He rammed his knee into his back, and put his sword at the back of the man’s neck.
“Checkmate, Silts. You’re coming with us—in a casket or not,” Zeru said threateningly.
The man cackled. “No, it’s checkmate for YOU. Look around you.”
Zeru looked, and saw what actions everybody in the room had taken the moment he acted.
Before had stood up, pointing his two Colt M45A1 pistols at four enemies on either side of him, who had brandished guns at well. Six more had their guns aimed at Zeru.
“If you make a move, I’ll blow you and your friend’s brains out!” he exclaimed. He pointed at a random gunman. “You! Take his sword! Shoot him if he doesn’t comply!”
The man began to move. Zeru tried to think of ways he could call Viper from the back, but came up with none. He gritted his teeth in frustration. It was an impossible mission after all.
“Stop.”
A heavy tension accompanied by deadly silence hung in the air as the man stopped to look at the source of the voice. Only the screeching of a rag cleaning a glass remained. The command came from the bartender, who was still cleaning his glass.
“Silts, let me tell you something interesting,” he said. “You see, humans have a very interesting way of thinking. Most of the pragmatic types see the risk to reward ratio very clearly. Thus, if, perhaps I passed a good handful of coin to some of your men and said ‘Don’t do anything, just point your gun, but don’t shoot,’ what do you suppose would happen?”
“Ho...how...impossible! I offered more than you beggars could ever afford!”
“Ah, but I added an extra wager in the deal. I said ‘I’ve convinced five of your comrades already. If you decline, I can’t guarantee your health tomorrow.’ Of course, I said that...to six men. It was an eventual truth, so to speak.”
Silts growled. “So why didn’t you just turn all my men against me?”
“See, if I converted all of your men, there runs the risk of them just betraying me again and putting me back at step one. Go,” the bartender said, turning to the man who was about to move. “Make a move towards him and see what happens.”
The man looked intimidated, but Silts barked orders to him. “He’s bluffing! Go and take the sword! They’re obviously in a corner!”
He nodded, and took one step. The bartender shook his head.
“More’s the pity.” He tapped his glass once, and suddenly, an ear-shattering explosion engulfed the man, throwing him into the ceiling, and then onto the floor, his remains aflame, killing him instantly.
“Wh...what...,” Silts said, obviously shaken.
“That’s phase two. I’ve set floor-colored C4 under every seat in this establishment. I set this as a warning to the members I converted, so that if they had any thoughts of betrayal, this would dispel them.” He then sighed. “I’m sure you’ve done recon on us. Your recon may have told you that there were four members. Only two showed up, however. Three would have been an okay number, since, there would of course be one less to block your escape from the rear. However, two is dangerous, since there’s that one variable. That one variable cost you the game.”
“Just who the hell are you?!”
“Me? Well, they call me ‘Blaster.’ I’m the fourth member of the Ultima Division. Pleased to meet you. I assume Viper will be coming...about now.”
Viper burst in through the path leading to the back door of the pub, with his gun raised. He took one look at Blaster and raised his eyebrows. “Blaster, you cunning rascal. It’s good to see you.”
“Kill them! Kill any of them!” Silts yelled. “I’ll pay you double, no, triple of what I promised to give!”
Zeru punched Silts in the back of the head while holding the hilt of his sword, knocking him out. He drew a Glock G21 Gen4 from his coat pocket immediately.
Blaster looked calm as he drew a stun grenade from his bartender uniform. “All who wish to ally themselves with us—and survive the encounter—duck under the table you are nearest.”
The nine men looked at each other uneasily. Viper seized his chance and shot the wrist of one of them, using the accuracy of his sniper training and red-dot sight to ensure a debilitating hit. With a horrid scream, he dropped his gun, and fell to the ground, effectively disarmed. Before did much of the same, as he had been carefully altering his aim during the confrontation. He shot toward center mass and struck the two men he was aiming for in the abdomen and stomach, and both keeled over, bloodying the ground. Zeru shot at the nearest man pointing a gun at him, who had made the mistake of looking away from Zeru. The bullet struck his ribcage, and the man fell into a daze, dropping his gun.
“I think you’ve seen enough,” Zeru said gruffly to the five remaining men, who were holding their weapons up uneasily. “I highly suggest that you give up. Drop your weapons, and we can ensure no harm comes to you. We only seek to capture your employer. We’ve no personal quarrel with you.”
At first, there was silence. Then, the clank of a gun being placed on the floor was heard in rapid succession five times. Before walked to them and kicked the weapons toward Viper, who picked them up. He placed them on the counter for Blaster to take, and took out a small tool bag from his pocket while walking toward Silts. He took out a syringe and injected its contents into Silt’s neck.
Zeru picked up the unconscious man with his one free hand after stowing his gun, and began dragging him out of the bar. Before and Viper followed him. Blaster looked one last time at the disarmed men.
“You can leave your comrades to be picked up by law enforcement later, or you can help them. Do whatever you please.”
With that, Blaster left Stars Alight, following his comrades. The four entered the bulletproof car Before had parked beforehand in the parking lot, and they all filed in, with Before driving, and Silts sandwiched in the backseat between Viper and Blaster.
“I can’t believe I didn’t recognize my own teammate,” Zeru said, after five minutes of silent driving.
“No worries. Knowing you, you were probably thinking of ways to incapacitate Silts before he managed to escape, or worse, surround you with his men,” Blaster said. “Since your mind was occupied with the task at hand, you weren’t thinking much about the unobtrusive bartender in front of you. Also, here, your money.”
Blaster leaned forward and put Zeru’s $100 bill into the front seat, and Zeru picked it up.
“Still, I don’t know where you came from,” Before put in. “You just vanished the day after we got the assignment, and three days after that!”
“I assumed the place would be the final battleground for this, so I set some traps there beforehand,” Blaster explained. “Viper’s poison wouldn’t work if he accidentally poisoned some random bar patron, so I figured that would be the only chance I had to prepare the battleground. Plus, weather reports stated there would be snow for most of the week. Best-case scenario, I wouldn’t even have to come in, and Viper would solve it with his sniping.”
“How long is he going to be out?” Zeru asked, pointing at Silts.
“Two hours; maybe more,” Viper said. “I injected a strong incapacitation agent into him, so we’ll be done long before he wakes up. What do you think the higher-ups want with him?”
Zeru shrugged. “Maybe he has info, or maybe they just want him out of the way. Probably both, since they didn’t seem to care whether we brought him back dead or alive.” Then, thinking of something, he turned to Blaster. “Blaster, did you really rig the whole place with C4?”
Blaster nodded. “It was the last resort. If we couldn’t beat Silts and his men, we could do a general retreat, and I could blow up the place, burying Silts underneath the rubble. The one I detonated was an isolated one. The remaining C4 would start a chain reaction and bring the whole place down.”
“How did you know which one to isolate?”
“Knowing you, you’d go for Silts immediately. I already picked up some info from the real bartender, and he noted that ten men always drink at the bar at the exact same time as Silts, sitting in the exact same seats. For an extra fee, he told me where all those positions were, so I picked the one closest to where your altercation would likely end up to be the isolated one.”
Zeru laughed ironically. “I’ve been read like a book. Well, good work, nonetheless.”
The four returned to the headquarters of the Justice Division, and turned in their target, then received their pay. Even at midnight, the Justice Division still had people on duty. After all, it was the most powerful Division in the state. Zeru split up the pay as per normal: twenty-five percent for each member. They left the headquarters, and each dispersed to their personal lodgings to sleep, with Before driving the car to each of their lodgings before arriving at his own.
Zeru’s group was one of the many “Divisions”, each of which more resembled an armed gang. However, civilians could come to them with requests in exchange for money, with tasks ranging from peacekeeping, assassinations to walking a dog, and taking a walk. Divisions were akin to mercenaries in that respect. This led to an uneasy truce between the Divisions and the government, who turned a blind eye to this phenomenon as many of them spread all throughout the country. Law enforcement was at an all-time low in employment, and Divisions became the de facto enforcers in their place, thus making them a “necessary evil” to the government.
Even so, this system had its flaws. One could monopolize the Divisions and gain complete control of a city, or an extremely powerful Division could rule all the others. The latter was the current case. The Justice Division was, by far, the most powerful Division in the whole state, and Zeru’s group, along with many others, took requests from their headquarters instead of being directly asked.
Zeru unbuckled his sheathed sword and lay down in his bed. Although the circumstances of their gathering were serendipitous, he knew he would have to rely on more than luck in order to win the battles ahead of them. He knew his own lack of strategic thought, and recruited Blaster in order to make up for it. Where Zeru had come from, after all, he never needed more than brute force.
He took out an ornate gold pocket watch from his nightstand drawer. It had long since ceased operation, but he examined its gleam in the moonlight filtering in through the window. This was one of the few valuables he never sold. He returned it to the drawer, and drifted off to sleep. Tomorrow, after all, was another mission.

JUSTICE HAS STRUCK, AMAZING.

too lazy to read that block of text XD ~ Maybe later.

Excellent. Just excellent. Great work Neo.