Author: Mooguri Klaine PM
Five years have passed since Shinobi Agent Yami’s fateful disappearance, and all believes him to be dead, save for the most unlikely person – Yami’s rival and co-agent, Seto. Are his statements and alleged sightings enough to attest his belief? READ, REVIRated: Fiction M - English - Mystery/Adventure - Chapters: 5 - Words: 19,478 - Reviews: 54 - Favs: 16 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 11-30-04 - Published: 09-24-04 - id: 2069240
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Against Protocol by Mooguri Klaine
Author's Notes: SO SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE! ((cries)) Well, you probably know the reason why… ((smiles sheepishly)) Nevertheless, I am back for…say, ten minutes, to upload this, and I'm out of here again. I just want to patch this up at once lest my conscience will haunt me in my dreams. ((sweatdrops))
Again, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! 'Doesn't matter if it's few or not, but the point is that I'm making some happy with my crazy ideas! XD
To Demon: Thanks for that e-mail! I hope you got the drawing I promised! Here's the next chapter, hot off the Document Manager! More thanks for finding this very fun! I am not worthy! TT—TT ((tears of joy))
To Ahja Reyn: Those garbles that I made up were all nonsense and collective common sense, but thank goodness, it turned out quite sensible. Thanks! Keep it up with the HP fanfic! I have yet to finish the drawings…gomen! TT—TT
To Elusia: Lol, those bickering are just priceless! Even I had a good time writing it! Last chapter's rough draft was at least two pages longer than the edited one, and it's all because of the dialogues! I decided to cut it though; it gets tiring and somewhat repetitive… And Mokuba is just PLAIN KAWAII with all his technological expertise! I just wanted to make him like that! And…YOU'RE A NARUTO FAN! ((giggles)) I'll be in touch with you about that stuff! XD And thanks for the birthday greeting!
To Nachzes-Black Rider: There are many instances that just plain sucks when I can't even GET IN (everything just stops when I'm on the main page, dammit)… Hehe, thanks for that bit about the iris-cam! Lol, you made me laugh with that 'Yami's NOT dead. Seto's NOT insane. If Yami WAS dead, how would we get around to sex?' part! Dirty minds think alike!! XD
To silver dragongurl: Sorry for the excessive talkies! As for "action", hmmm… You won't find it in this chapter though… XD I think I wrote more than I intend to… ((sweatdrops))
To shadowsofchaos61: Again, thanks! I am now a professed addict of your story, Second Time Around! Keep that up! XD
To Melrose Stormhaven: New reviewer!! ((celebrates and gives a hug)) Thanks for trooping in this story! Of course, you'll get an artwork! One thing, though…what's your e-mail address? :D
Disclaimer: I don't own the universe; naturally, so does YGO. Don't sue me.
Warning: This is a Yu-Gi-Oh AU fic about guns, agents, and an unlikely love that spurns in the hearts of two rivals. Expect violence, shonen-ai (boy love), and sex, among other things. Back off if this is not for you.
Rating: R, for bad language, mature themes, and bad stereotyping made by yours truly. More to come, of course! XD
Summary: Five years have passed since Shinobi Agent Yami's fateful disappearance, and all believes him to be dead, save for the most unlikely person – Yami's rival and co-agent, Seto. Are his statements and alleged sightings enough to attest his belief? READ, REVIEW, AND RECEIVE A DRAWING! XD
Chapter Four: Panorama
"What exactly do you want from me?" Seto demands.
"Please take a seat, Seth." A patient voice says calmly, while a hand offers him one of the easy chairs inside the room.
"No, I think I'll stand."
"Field Operative Seth," the soothing tone starts, "I believe you received the note?"
"Only the note should not be addressed to me. Apparently, there are more qualified candidates."
Ishizu scribbles something on her clipboard.
"Who sent me here?"
"I'm afraid I cannot disclose that information to you…"
Seto initially notices the almost-invisible surveillance camera perched on top of the bookshelf, as well as others planted on other unobtrusive objects. "No doubt it was that bastard Magician?" He squarely gazes into the camera; he knows he is being watched.
The woman squirms uncomfortably in her chair for a moment before sighing. "Please sit down," she repeats her previous request.
"I won't be staying for long – " Seto begins curtly.
"You are being called on for a series psychotherapy sessions, as decreed by the officials of the Shinobi – "
" – in which I wouldn't dream of attending!" The brown-haired agent cuts in hotly. "I know myself more than all of you claim to be, and I certainly do not need any shrink telling me what or what not to do!"
"Seth, I am not here to tell you're insane, nor unstable, but merely help you siphon the troubles that insist on plaguing your thoughts," the Egyptian agent slowly explains, as if choosing her words with utmost care. "You are being constantly bothered by stressful memories from long ago, hindering you from moving on with your life…"
But Seto would not allow himself to listen anymore. "This is one big nonsense, Ishizu." He moves toward the young lady. "I'll make this clear: I am perfectly sane. I did not make up any bullshit; Yami is alive." He stares boldly at the female supervisor briefly before winding his way back to the door.
"Shinobi Agent Seth," the calm voice suddenly turns oddly dangerous, almost threatening. "If you take one step out of this room, we will be forced to take you to a disciplinary tribunal, and therefore hold you under strict custody, and strip you off of your duties and privileges as a field agent!"
Seto stops, his right hand already resting on the door handle, and his back facing Ishizu.
"I already told you that this is a direct order from Shinobi's officials. Violating such will only entail unreasonable compromises." Ishizu exhales a subdued sigh, the firm tone in her voice disappearing as it came.
"Now, Seth, please sit down…" Ishizu momentarily catches a glimpse of the tall agent's eyes – now uncannily steelier than its previous state, the cold stare almost unbearable to ignore.
"I didn't anticipate that you would be so desperate to hamper me down, even subjecting me to blackmail," Seto coolly mutters.
"This is protocol, Seth, and not blackmail," she replies. "I am merely following standard procedure."
"Protocol, huh?" Seto smugly says as he approaches a chair and sits on it grudgingly.
Yami pushed the door open, allowing himself access inside a familiar room at one of the highest and most secured floors of the Agency's HQ. Many people were already seated on black leather chairs, placed in a spacious semi-circle. To his right was a large projector screen with Mokuba beside it, now busy twiddling with the computer.
"You're late," came a cold voice. Yami turned just in time to meet another agent's eyes, in which he was too happy to glare back. Fiery ones met icy pools.
"You're just in time, Yami." Mahado smiled briefly at the young agent, gesturing a hand to a vacant chair where he could sit down. "We are just about to begin."
Seto scowled openly at the open display of favoritism from the brunet supervisor. However, it was quickly displaced by a frown; there was an empty seat beside him.
Yami could feel, as he slowly and laboriously made his way to his chair, Seto's eyes reflecting nothing but disdain, boring imaginary holes at him as if wishing they were true. He was able to get there in one piece without apparent incident. Yami sat down and slid his right hand to a gray folder perched in front of him, on the pretense of scanning the mission details. He leaned casually in Seto's direction, and spoke in a low voice, "Yes, Seth, in case you're wondering, I don't want to sit beside you."
"That makes two of us," retorted Seto under his breath.
A brief tap of pen on wood prevented both men from releasing another bout of insults at each other. Mahado stood closely behind the projector screen, regarded everyone in the Briefing Room with a short nod, cleared his throat, and finally began.
"Good morning," he started. "First of all, I would like to congratulate our three agents for safely returning after their previous retrieval mission, and also bringing along with them a very valuable weapon that can disrupt and delay enemy operations."
Considerable looks of respect went to Karimu, Yami, and Seto.
Mahado signaled to Mokuba, in which the latter gave a thumbs-up and sprung the projector to life, showing everyone various images.
"We acquired the parts of a top-secret assassination weapon, The Silencer. It is a well-equipped gun, with quite ingenious design and function that could rival the military's.
"It is believed that the gun was made for a prominent crime family, and judging from the gun's function, it was meant to kill someone as quietly and stealthily as possible, probably someone high up in the government. It –"
"Has the gun been assembled now?" Sugoroku's hand rose up slightly to throw a question.
It was Mokuba who answered the query. "We're afraid not, sir. Tech Department's still having a crack at the weapon, but they don't seem to be getting nearer to completing the gun."
"I thought there was a plan that we managed to take hold of in one of the previous missions…" Shada spoke, slightly puzzled.
"The plan we had turned out to be one really rough prototype. Apparently, the design had undergone several revisions. The original was hardly present in the final product," Mokuba said in a disappointing voice.
"So what happens now?" Karimu asked bluntly, unable to keep his frustration.
"For the meantime, we shall leave the matter be, until Tech Department comes up with a solution. Right now, we have more pressing matters," Mahado said in an urgent voice.
Mokuba now showed a different set of images. Yami stared back at a photograph of a middle-aged man barely out of thirties. Long threads of silver hair hung lazily on the shoulders, and a well-placed smirk marked the young face.
Mahado took the initiative of introducing the man on screen. "Pegasus J. Crawford, thirty-two, CEO of I Square Incorporated, and is rumored to have various ties among crime families and city gangsters."
Flashes of high-rise buildings and structures passed by the audience's eyes. Mokuba promptly provided the commentary. "He has quite a number of business ventures in and out of the country, but there's a certain place that stood out the most, not just of its, uhm, nature, but of the underground business that goes inside it."
Seto raised an eyebrow at a certain picture now being currently projected.
"The Fluffy Rabbit, (1)" the raven-haired boy read out its name. "Pretty famous, as I've observed."
"It's a gay bar…" Karimu said weakly.
At this point, Mokuba fidgeted uncomfortably, his words now sounded muffled and hurried. "Well, there are some certain…uh…things that happen inside it, of course…"
Both Seto's eyebrows now rose up to high heaven. Even Yami looked incredulous. Karimu simply gaped, his mouth hanging open like a goldfish. Other agents and supervisors seemed to act indifferent, but there was discomfort and somewhat-disgust that hung over in the air.
"However, that was just their cover, would you believe it? The bar is pretty known to homosexual couples as a center for child-bearing –"
"Child-bearing?" Karimu interrupted, hardly believing what he had just heard.
"By that, I meant artificial means of having an offspring," Mokuba explained. "Homos cannot produce their own, after all."
"I thought artificial insemination, cloning, and other genetic manipulation were banned and outlawed by the government…" Seto said, his brow furrowed in concentration.
"Yes it is; that's why it was kept hidden." Mokuba proceeded with the slide show. "On that account alone, we could have that bar shut down and Pegasus arrested. But there's more."
"There's more?" Yami, after seeing enough, was still taken by surprise.
"Recent Intel gave us info about a certain satellite weapon hidden inside an underground facility beneath the bar," Mahado began.
"I assume you know microwave ovens?" Mokuba asked, smiling sheepishly at everyone. Seeing that none stirred, save for Karimu, who was wondering why Mokuba would ask about microwave ovens at a time like this. Nevertheless, he proceeded. "Well, of course you do.
"Now, m-ovens operate on radio waves to cook your food, say… last night's spaghetti. Imagine if this kind of radio wave is tripled or quadrupled in concentration, launched to space, allowing it to patrol the earth's orbit freely without variable detection…"
"Sitting ducks," Yami breathed dreadfully.
"I'm sorry?" Mokuba looked perplexed.
"The satellite was for remote-controlled assassinations," the Egyptian youth said. "Radio waves that strong are enough to kill a full-grown human being, and make it look like he died of natural causes."
Mahado grimly nodded. "That's why it has to be stopped at all costs. Your mission is to override the control and corrupt the contraption."
"Okay, we're going." Karimu started to stand up, but was stopped when Mokuba once again spoke up.
"The facility is located fairly underground, and the security is right next to impossible. You have to acquire the access codes from Pegasus himself, get past more than three dozens of security guards…
"Plus, they just don't admit anyone inside the bar – especially straights – unless you're in an impressive drag outfit –"
Yami, Seto, and Karimu rose up suddenly, but it was Karimu who expressed his dissent first. "Are you saying we have to go in dresses?!" he asked, knowing very well what the answer will be.
"There's no fucking way I'm going to wear a fluffy skirt." Seto's steely tone was not hard to miss.
"Well…someone has to wear a skirt though, and pose as a performer for the night for distraction –" Mokuba slowly began, but was cut off shortly.
"And what of the other two?" Yami asked.
"They'll be acting as a couple wanting to avail the artificial insemination program—"
Karimu raised an eager hand. "I'll pick the skirt any day, man."
"WHAT?!" Two voices shouted in unison.
The agents are now back on field, currently on separate cars – Karimu in a limousine, and both Seto and Yami aboard a sports car.
"You know the drill: Distract Pegasus first, knick the access codes from him." Mokuba was happily giving out the orders from the Operations Booth.
"That'll be me," came Karimu's hollow voice, as he gazed forlornly at his painted fingernails, his toenails faring the same, all in shocking pink.
Mokuba chuckled. "Now, what's with the sad face, Karimu? We had to send a professional make-up artist to look your best!"
"So I could seduce Pegasus?! That's barking mad!" Then he heard a chorus of laughter at the other end of the line. "What the hell is that?!" he demanded.
"Good luck with the mission!" a high-pitched voice jovially said. "The whole Agency wishes you the best of everything!"
"What's Mana doing inside the Ops Booth? And what do you mean, 'the whole Agency'?"
"Everyone found it fun to watch you guys duke out tonight's mission, that's what!"
Karimu complained. "Hey, this was supposed to be top-secret –"
"—naturally the whole Agency knows," Mokuba replied, as he rolled his eyes. "Besides, if it weren't for you howling about dressing you up, they wouldn't even be interested.
"Besides, you don't need to worry 'bout bringing Pegasus to bed. Intel says he prefers younger men."
"Hey! What's that supposed to mean, you long-haired twerp?!" Several laughs flooded inside the Operations Booth.
"Anyway, after Karimu acquires them, he proceeds to plant a bug on one of the club's wirings to disable the security system. He then gives the key codes to one of you, Seth and Yami." Mokuba could sense a silent flurry stirring among the agents inside the small room. It would appear that seeing Karimu in a dress was hardly their reason for going. Even he was silently anticipating how his big brother and Yami could pull off such disguise.
"Okay, you two would be approaching Pegasus with the hopes of having a child." The young boy played with a dangling lock of hair hanging from his forehead. He was finding it odd to say this to both of the rival agents.
"This is bullshit," Seto said, unable to hide the annoyance in his tone. He personally thought that fathering a child is not a good idea, but it was a totally different matter wanting one when it was physically and biologically impossible…especially if they both happen to be men and fierce enemies. Both were already hell-bent on destroying each other, and the last thing they needed was to go incognito at some strange man's gay bar and act as if they loved each other to bits.
"Well, there's not much of a choice, big brother," Mokuba said apologetically, as he typed on the keyboard in front of him. "Back to the plan.
"Eventually you'll convince the guy to help and in turn, admit you in his private facility, and from there you can give me a ring, so I could give you a visual scope on the lay-out of the place.
"Upon reaching the satellite controls, you must first download the program with the use of the cell phone that I've given to Seth; that will give me access to its inner control frames. I've entrusted Yami the fake codes to use to override the system."
"All in all, everything will go smoothly. Hopefully."
"Easier said than done," Yami commented, as he glumly focused his eyes to the view outside the car window.
"I will ask you to be completely honest and frank when answering my questions," Ishizu begins. She looks at Seto expectantly, waiting for an outburst, but found none.
"How are you feeling?" she asks.
Ishizu smiles sadly. "You are not fine, Seth. First you must accept that you are not well, and only from admitting it fully, you can get better."
"Then why ask me a question when you already know the answer?" Seto snaps. He sees the woman giving him a probing look, as if trying to read his thoughts; those calm prussian-blue eyes are a bit unsettling.
"Tell me, Seth, what do you think of your fellow agents at the moment?"
"Seth, lately you've been opting to do field missions alone, rather than the standard three-man group you used to – "
"I could do the job on my own, far better than anyone else. They'll just slow me down."
Ishizu consults her clipboard. "You've accomplished a lot of Rank-A Missions," she says, not taking her eyes off the data given to her. "Quite commendable, I must say."
Seto looks away, preferring to look at the sun outside the window; it's almost sunset. Ishizu follows the man's gaze, observing the wonderful play of colors painting the horizon – as layers of deepening blue melded with the fierce red, in turn, slowly dissolving to lush orange.
"It seems you have a particular liking towards sunsets," she says. Seto drops his eyes to fix a stare at the woman. Ishizu, meanwhile, continues her perusal of the heavens. "People feel comfortable when they look at something they like, and would take their time doing so, for as long as it lasts.
"A child who likes toys, would very much prefer to spend his day playing with them, yes?" She turns her head to the brunet operative.
Seto shrugs in reply, and adds, "I don't know."
"Of course, you know this, Seth," she says knowingly as she stands up from her chair. "Why don't we stop and look at this marvelous view?" She opens the balcony doors and gestures a hand to the young man.
A thought plays at the back of Seto's mind. "I don't know what the hell you're playing at, Ishizu," he begins. "If this is some sort of trap you and the officials are perpetrating –"
"The sunset reminds you so much of him, am I correct?"
Seto stops abruptly in mid-speech, the words of threat in his lips abandoning him.
"The colors of the sky resemble his hair." Ishizu lifts her hand, and traces the heavens with her fingers. She halts, and settles her eyes once more on him. "Five years has come and gone, and yet the memory of a far-off day still lingers in you.
"Is this why you would never let go? Why you would pursue relentlessly for a man long dead? Why you perceive him in things that others could not see?
"Why you continue, refusing to believe his passing, to search for him?" She waits for a moment before plunging on.
"The way you cried his name in that explosion, even blatantly defying your superior's orders, just to go back in the hopes of rescuing him…
"Seth, Yami is more than a fellow agent to you, is he not?"
Silence stirs, followed by slow footsteps towards her. Seto stops in front of Ishizu, not saying anything.
Then, without warning, his right hand slaps through her cheek.
"What are they doing here?" Mahado cried in surprise as he entered the Operations Booth, finding more than a dozen agents crammed inside.
"Magician, have a soda!" An aluminum can flew through the air towards him. He seized it deftly and stared at another agent, codenamed Celtic Guardian. More agents took notice of his presence, and instantly cleared a way for him, offering him chips, cookies, as he went.
"Mokuba, what is the meaning of this?" he demanded, dropping the food on a nearby table. "Other agents are not allowed access inside the Operations Booth!"
"Oh don't be such a party pooper, Magician," Mana grinned at him, waving a vague hand to the other spectators. "We just want to see the mission for ourselves!" A general nod and 'aye' of assent came as a reply.
Mahado glared at Mokuba, the latter instantly taking defense. "Hey, I couldn't stop them from coming! I can't actually bar the doors and not let anyone in! Besides, blame Karimu for it; he practically let the whole Agency know about the mission.
"Besides, even other superiors are here to watch the show." Mahado looked around and saw Ishizu smiling sheepishly at him with a silent and somewhat-expectant Shada.
"See?" Mokuba grinned happily. Then the communicator sprung to life, bringing him back to the field agents. The collective voices dropped suddenly; each one focused their eyes on the monitors unblinkingly.
"We're coming in," came Yami's voice.
Seto stepped out of the car, actually grateful that he was able to stand after driving for what seemed like a long time. He watched as Yami boarded out as well, seeing the shorter man inhaling a bit of the night air, his face relieved. Surprisingly, the car ride, though long and laborious, ended in peace, as both operatives chose silence over plotting the demise of each other.
Yami was happy that they did not bicker for the whole duration of the trip. Probably Seto was busy driving, or concentrating on the mission at hand, just like he was. Exactly how are they going to act like long-time couples? There wasn't even time for practice and internalization, for as soon as the briefing was finished, they were dispatched almost at once, despite their refusal to partake in the mission.
"We're coming in," he said, alerting Mokuba in the Ops Booth.
"Got it," came the boy's reply. "Karimu's already inside; he arrived a lot earlier than you two."
Fine leather shoes crunched against the pavement, as both Yami and Seto made their way to the bustling entrance, where a long line is queued up, waiting for admittance. A neon-pink sign glowed overhead; cursive letters 'The Fluffy Rabbit' sprawled across, instantly bringing dread to their guts. The name sounded so… childish, albeit kinky and naughty.
"They're actually flocking the place," Mokuba observed as he watched the scenes from the monitor. "But no need for lines; you have a special VIP Pass!"
Seto dug into the breast pocket of his blue polo shirt and pulled out an impressive-looking card emblazoned with the club's logo, along with big, bold letters VIP in pink. "Get a move on, shrimp, or I'll leave you behind," he snapped.
"Err…big brother?" Mokuba's voice started, uncertain.
"Uhm, I think you should drop the name-calling. You're…uh…lovers, remember?"
"WE ARE NOT!" two voices replied defiantly.
"Of course you're not, but you're pretending to be one." It was Mahado who cut in this time. "So don't even think of screwing up, or I'll have your heads for this."
Everyone in the Operations Booth clapped and hooted with glee, voices filled with awe.
"So act like you mean it." He cleared his throat.
"Hold each other's hand," he mumbled.
"Pardon?" Seto asked, apparently taken by surprise at what seem to be an order. Yami couldn't believe his ears either.
"Magician said you two should hold hands," Mokuba answered, also bewildered at the unusual order.
One withering look from Yami told Seto just as much. "No thanks; I think I'll pass."
"Don't make me repeat myself! Hold each other's hands!" barked the superior. "I don't have time to instruct you like dogs! Keep your act together as couples!"
There was a pregnant pause. Until, slowly, forcefully, excruciatingly, both agents sought each other's hands and held onto it most grudgingly. Yami flinched at the cold tips that brushed against his, wincing slightly at the firm grasp.
"Do you mind loosening the grip? You're preventing blood from coming to my hands," Yami said. Seto was too happy to oblige; he relaxed his hold on the smaller hand, but he never let go of it.
"Thanks," Yami muttered.
The motley group inside the Ops Booth clapped appreciatively as they passed around popcorns and drinks amongst themselves, waiting for the next development.
He should've checked this last night. Standard Operating Procedure – check the comings and goings around the world – once every day. But what the heck.
In the Operations Booth, Mokuba leans back into the comfortable chair he always sits on, while directly accessing the internal server linked to the Panorama (2), the Agency's primary surveillance satellite. He hums to himself, reaching out his free hand to the small fridge beside him for a soda and a snack. The computer whirrs steadily as the server downloads thousands of bytes recorded earlier in the day by the satellite.
"Hmm, what do we have for today?" He opens the aluminum tab of the soda can.
A few minutes' silence ensues, punctuated by occasional bleeps and clicks from the various machineries around the small room.
"Downloading image from Site 171…(3)" Mokuba sips his drink, his eyes straying on to the loading image in front of him.
Then suddenly, he spits the cold liquid, and stands up instantly, not caring if he spilled the rest of his soft drink on the carpet. He sprints out of the Ops Booth.
Ishizu holds onto her left cheek, feeling the stinging pain that silently throbbed. Seto looks at her with frigid eyes, almost lacking emotion.
"Don't act as if you know all about me; you don't even know half of it.
"You justify my actions, make certain of my behavior, yet you're unsure of it yourself. Is this what your line of study taught you?
"I am not some easy-to-read fool that manifests sickness found in your little book. I don't –"
"BIG BROTHER!" The door bangs open, revealing a panicky Mokuba, sweat shining in his face, looking as if he had ran a marathon. Without waiting for anything, he sprints across the room and tugs the older man.
"What is it, Mokuba?" asks the blue-eyed agent.
"Come quick, big brother! Panorama picked up a curious signal from Site 171 yesterday!" Mokuba's words flow unrestricted, fast and hasty, as if he's running out of time. "At first I thought it was just a glitch on the system, or there was some crazy error, or some virus –"
"Mokuba, calm down," Seto says as he stands near to comfort the panic-stricken child. "Tell me what was it that you saw."
At this point, Mokuba hardly looked nineteen; his youthful eyes, blink back traitorous tears, making him look like a confused child from ten years ago. His breathing is heavy, almost troubled and burdened with effort.
"Mokuba, breathe evenly; you're going to have an asthma attack." Seto reaches for a handkerchief and dries the perspiration off the younger one's face, while the other hand soothes the shaking back. Mokuba struggles to claim air in the still room; his asthma attack seems to be getting steadily stronger by the minute.
He summons what's left of his strength. Lips trembling, he burst fearfully. "I saw Yami, big brother."
----To Be Continued----
Author's Notes: (1) Hmm… I couldn't think of a nice name for Pegsy's gay bar… 'The Fluffy Rabbit' struck me when I looked through his deck, and instantly remembered his Toon Rabbit jumping in Duke Devlin's (Otogi Ryuji) computer XD To Pegasus fans out there, sorry if I have to make him into some gay guy… :D I love this character to bits… hehe, sorry Nachzes! ((bows down while Nachzes destroys random stuff))
(2) Panorama's existence is purely fictional. Though I saw the same name in one of the Chinese flicks that I watched some time ago, called 'So Close', spearheaded by famous Chinese actresses, Zhao Wei, Karen Mok and uh… someone else… XD Anyway, the name implies its very function; it gave Shinobi viable access and visibility even from miles away, and can see through underground, X-ray, ultraviolet, infra-red, and virtually all modes of visions. A great find if you're a peeping tom, or a stalker. Hmmm…
(3) I'm not sure about this, but I think places marked on a satellite are labeled as 'sites'. I made this one up too; I don't know anything about surveillance jargon and other word speak. So kick me XP Anyway, Site 171 corresponds to the cemetery where they "buried" Yami, as well as the place where Mokuba sees the agent alive through the eyes of Panorama.
SO HOW WAS IT?! I'm absolutely sorry it took me one hell of a long time to update. I wrote more than I intended to (again). The mission was supposed to be all compressed in one chapter, but I thought better of it, because it was TOO LONG if I leave it at that, and you might not like it. Tell me what you think of it too! Review, review, review!! XD
What's in Chapter Five? The mission at the Fluffy Rabbit escalates to greater heights, bringing about a pivotal turn to the hostile relationship between the two agents. Meanwhile, now that hard evidence is brought to light through Panorama, more questions rise about the whereabouts of the missing operative. Where was he all those time? And…uh, I'll stop now. XD
STICK WITH ME, EVERYONE! THANKS FOR MAKING THIS FIC HAPPEN!
Thanks a lot and Rock On! XD