Flood Tide, Part 1 of The Third War of Land & Sea Trilogy

A Pokémon tale by Caldazar "Cal" Atreides

(Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, nor do I own the names of any of the places mentioned.)

He moved in such fluid – almost instinctual – movements that it was impossible to believe that they were the result of intense training. It was these movements that made him who he was. They were cool and collected - the movements of a predator.

He was known to his peers by his codename: TRIGGERMAN. He was considered the best. Whenever a problem arose that threatened the security of the Plan or a mission that required the dexterity of a professional, he was called. It was his duty, and he wore it proudly.

His most recent mission was simple. So simple that nothing could go wrong. In a way, nothing did. To TRIGGERMAN, six extra bodies in a boardroom did not constitute as “wrong.” To him, the world was wrong. Always has been and always will be, unless he and his colleagues could make it right.

Dismantling his modified Smith & Wesson 39 9mm, TRIGGERMAN strolled out into the hallway and closed the door behind him, careful not to leave any prints. A hallway clock struck four in the morning – no one else was here. The emergency meeting of the shipbuilding company’s department heads had ended abruptly. TRIGGERMAN had paid them a little visit.

He felt no remorse, even after he found out that he would have to remove the department heads in order to kill the president. After all, it did not complicate things. For the skills he possessed, his superiors had given him near-unrestricted boundaries. Also, for this strike, witnesses were not permitted. TRIGGERMAN felt no remorse from performing his actions. They had tried to betray him, and his cause, and so they would meet the same fate as any other.

With swiftness a Persian would envy, TRIGGERMAN snuck out the window from which he had entered, and stole out into the night. By the time anyone would find out what had transpired, he would be far away.

End of Prologue