"Three more men were found dead yesterday in White Fang territory-""Police commissioner Loeb stated today that there was no evidence of police brutality-
"Boring." Robin sighed as he flipped through the news channels in the briefing room of the Cerberus HQ. Well, they called it a HQ. It was a rather grandiose term for an apartment building converted into a secret central facility running all Butei operations on this side of the country. They wanted to be low profile, and stay away from public eye. So naturally it wouldn't be suspicious if the same people kept returning to the apartment block. Everyone would just assume they were residents.
"well, that is the state of affairs in Arkhan, which was why we called you in to lead Division Six." John Fury, the agent responsible for their assignments, spoke as he entered the room. He glared briefly at the personnel files Robin had in front of him. "I see you've already helped yourself to the files."
"You rely on technology too much. Cerberus security maybe state of the art, but all I had to do was pretend to be a new girl carrying a large pile of documents into the archives and the guards practically opened the door for me. Didn't even bother checking my ID." Robin slid the files across the table, returning them to the agent.
John only sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose, a classic sign of exasperation from the man. "Well, now that you know who's going to be on your team, what do you think?"
"I think you're piling dynamite on top of a gas tank." Robin replied frankly, standing up and gathering his things.
"Given that we're being assigned to Arkhan, I can see why our orders are so... extreme.""It's why we picked the best Butei we had. Division Six will be-"
"Your suicide squad, Mr Fury. That's what we'll be. I've already heard a few people calling us by that nickname."
Remembering the conversation alone was giving Robin a headache. He had a pretty good memory, practically photographic, but he still couldn't see how Division Six was going to pull off their job. Most of them had a screw loose, or else didn't play well with others. He really didn't see how they were going to work as a team, much less achieve their objective. He just had to hope Cerberus training instilled some modicum of professionalism in each of them.
The bus he was riding on came to a stop, arriving at its destination. They had been given orders to make their own way down to Arkhan using whatever transport they could find, since Cerberus didn't want to advertise that they were sending agents into a city owned by criminals. That was practically painting a huge "Shoot me" sign on their backs. Well, it suited Robin just fine, the quiet entry into the city. He just hoped that the other members of his team could do the same. He knew some of them, if not from rumours at the Academy, then from firsthand experience. Some of them were about as quiet as a horde of wildebeest in a stampede.
He fished out the encrypted mobile phone they were all given, and sent a message back to HQ announcing his arrival at the city, and that he was on the way to meet his contact. They had sent him in earlier because he was a Lezzad, and the team leader. So his first assignment in Arkhan was to secure a living space for the squad. The only problem with that was that there weren't many places not owned by crime families or overrun by junkies and gangsters.
So, obviously, they were going to ask the mob to let them stay.
"I heard you're very good at making people disappear. I've also heard you're expensive. Tell me, why should I hire you when I could just send my boys out to get the job done?"
"You want to clear out this bunch of small timers off your turf, I need a favour. I think we can help each other." Robin was speaking in disguise, this time as a middle-aged German man. His accent was thick and he looked a lot more intimidating than he usually did, but one didn't become a Lezzad by being a bad liar. He was speaking to Don Falcone, who led one of the largest crime families in the city. It had taken an hour to find out from some fences that there was a small but well-armed gang looking to expand their territory in Arkhan. Also that the Falcone family wanted them eliminated.
"A favour from me."
"Well, sort of." Robin took out his smartphone, and flashed a picture of a building.
"This the warehouse they use to store weapons and house their enforcers. I'll be in this city for some time while I take care of... business. I could put this to good use. I'll consider this payment for this one job."
After a lot of posturing and careful talk, Robin was waltzing out on to the street, with a promise from the Don that he would be allowed to keep the warehouse. So they had a place to stay, now all they had to do was clear out the residents. He figured his new team would appreciate the chance to rear up for a fight, so he sent a message to all of them, confirming their meeting place.
Sixth Avenue Starbucks, 10P.M. 
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