Ebony has bitches.

So many of them.

He sat in his throne surrounded by a dozen black women with afros. Each of them slouched beside him while a few of them were licking his face. He was their king, and they were his servants.

Ben stood and watched in bewilderment, confused by what he was looking at.

"Wassup dog?" Ebony spoke, wearing shades and a crooked golden crown above his head. In his hand was a glass of iced tea.

"You wanted to see me, sir?" Ben casually had his hands bundled together in front of his waist.

"So you the gentleman that popped the opp dude." The boss spoke, wait I already used that phrase. Screw it, I'm using the listed dialogue thing again.

Ben: "Yes sir, I did."

Ebony: "Shit my gentleman, they said you blew his ass apart with one shot. You's more of an action-movie dude than the agent gentleman. My homie I ain't finna lie you done us proud."

Ben: "Thank you, but I wish we hadn't killed him. I should have caught him or shot one of his limbs so we could interrogate him."

Ebony: "Ay bro chill, you aight. In fact, I'm bout to promote you, you feel me?"

Ben: "Promote me? Sir, I'm sorry. I don't think that's right."

Ebony: "Bullshit it's not, ain't no homie in the crib that don't respect you for saving our asses. You's earned it."

Ben: "Ebony, sir, if I may? There's no easy way to say this but, I'm quitting."

Ebony: "Man what the fuck?"

Ben: "I'm really sorry, I just can't take this anymore. It's been an honor working for you, but I want to go home. Not to mention I've already signed up for therapy in Glasgow. I need to leave, and I wanted to let you know in advance."

Ebony paused for a moment, ordering his women to stop pleasuring him. He stood up from his throne, taking a few steps forward. Taking a sip from his iced tea, he glared back at him.

Ebony: "You leavin' me boi? What, some gentleman bust us down that you killed, and now you quittin'? Is that what's up?"

Ben: "You know I respect you boss, but I urge you to understand that I can't go through with this. I wish you the best, I really do. Whatever the case was with the agent that infiltrated us, I hope we solve it. I just don't feel comfortable sticking around to find out. I'm sorry, sir."

Ebony: "You're shittin' me. You really finna let it go?"

Ben: "Please sir, I want to go."

Ebony took another step forward, standing merely a foot away from his retiring guard. After a few short seconds of judging him, he huffed.

Ebony: "Well shit, I can respect that. I appreciate having you around brother, guess it's so long, huh? In that case dog, shit you take care of yourself, you hear?"

Ben: "Of course, sir. Thank you for understanding."

Just as he was about to leave, Ebony walked over to a nearby desk and pulled out a checkbook. Also grabbing a convenient pen, he scribbled a few things over the checkbook and ripped a note out.

Ebony: "You's the realest gentleman, so you take this."

Ben: "Thank you boss, this means a lot to me. So you'll be fine without me?"

Ebony: "For sure, for sure. Got another boy for the promotion, he'll take care of business. Some Arabic dude named Bakar Ibn Boom-Boom."

Ok, wait. BEFORE YOU GET OFFENDED, I'm Middle Eastern myself. Yep, I'm an Arab. So don't call me out for making fun of racial and offensive Arabic stereotypes. My real name's Omar, so take that, ha. Born in Iraq, but lived most my life in the states.

So before you "cancel me", I give this the official Muslim seal of approval. So fuck you liberals and social justice warriors, eat my Arabic ass!

Now let me be racist in peace lol. I've got a ton of more offensive jokes to make.

Ebony: "Yeah you heard him, be cool gentlemen."

Ben walked away with the check in hand. An amount of $30,000 was written on it. That seemed good enough to help him with moving forward in life. He smiled at the check, pointing it towards his forehead as he continued to walk.

Just as he left the room, a stereotypical Middle Eastern guy with a long black beard and a red/white checkered turban entered.

"Boom boom?" He asked, holding a stick of dynamite in his hands.

"Ayo my gentleman, get over here." Ebony called out to him, returning to his throne and having his maidens caress him.

Bakar Ibn Boom-Boom approached the boss, handing over his dynamite. "Is good bomb. Makes big boom boom."

"Shit, anymore of those suit-wearing motherfuckers show up, we finna use this." Ebony chuckled, observing the stick of dynamite.

Meanwhile, Ben had already vacated the premises. He passed by the love of my life, Nova, down the hallway and waved goodbye. He also saw Jax in another room playing on the Wii and losing to Matt on board game island. "God dammit this game is rigged! Of course Matt's the golden child of this game, fuck you Party Phil!"

He smashed his wii toad remote with motion plus inside.

Ben didn't stop by to offer support, he just walked off.

Only one suitcase was packed, managing to fit his most important belongings. Most of his personal items were back in the center of Nakatomamu in one of the resorts. A majority of the Pioneers have rooms in the resorts outside the facility.

Finally, he hauled his single luggage down the narrow white halls of the place he considered home for the past several months. Smiling at everyone and everything in sight, he was ready to depart.

The front gate was ahead. He pushed a single button on the wall, watching the electronic door in front of him slowly separate and allow him to leave.

But just as he did, he saw someone run towards him from the outside. "Hold the gate!"

At first, he was caught off guard. But upon closer inspection, he noticed it was a female scientist rushing late. She stopped beside him, giving him a warm smile as he kept the door opened.

"Thanks." She said, stepping inside the facility.

"Sure thing." Ben smiled back and nodded as he watched her walk deeper down the halls. At long last, he turned and continued his march towards freedom.

Feeling the cold rush of Hokkaido's air flow into his nostrils, he smiled in relief.

Then, he walked off; never knowing the woman he just allowed inside was Agent Trin in disguise.

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15 hours earlier...

A rocket boat.

Trin approached the end of the docks, stopping right beside one badass looking boat. It was her way off this continent and over to Japan. Taking a plane was just far too risky. These Pioneers are ruthless scumbag terrorists that mercilessly executed one of their top field agents.

No matter what happens, Trin is going to make sure her mission is a success. She's the best of the best in the Division, and nothing can stop her. Unlike her male counterpart, she is not so reckless. Comedy doesn't exist where she's from.

Before she could depart, she was approached by none other than the only Australian character we know. Director Cuntfield came from behind, stopping beside her and staring at the boat.

This boat has guns. Lots of guns. Many rockets and missiles too. It's the most coolest and epic boat imaginable. I don't feel like describing it, so I'll follow the trope every lazy author uses when they can't be bothered to put in a little amount of effort to add detail to their stories. That's right, picture time!

Just imagine that boat from now on. Told you it was badass. It's from the game Just Cause 3. It was DLC but it was worth every cent. Rico Rodriguez is my idol.

"Last chance to look at me Hector, oh I mean Trin." Cuntfield said, keeping his focus on the boat.

"By this time tomorrow, Ebony McJackson will be dead." Agent Trin spoke confidently, her arms crossed over her chest. "The virus will be neutralized, and your army will be ready to finish the rest of the job."

"And Tron?"

Trin kept her neutral expression, never smiling or frowning. "As far as I'm concerned, he's your problem. I'm finishing my end of the mission. Your agents can drag his corpse behind after I'm done."

The Director kept his arms crossed. "Because of your sudden departure, I've instructed my agents to prepare for travel. They will arrive very early tomorrow morning. If anything goes wrong while you're inside, they will assist you. Even if an alarm is sounded, they will not hesitate to rush inside and complete the mission."

She took a step forward, climbing atop the rocket boat and nearing the top hatch. Just as she opened it, she looked back at the Director. "Sounds fine by me. You'll be hearing from me soon."

"I'm counting on you Agent Trinity, we all are. If you really are true to your word, then I'll have the champaign ready for your return."

Trin never smiled back because she couldn't manage it. Not while she has so much to focus on. Without needing to wave goodbye, she dropped down the hatch and inside the boat. Once the hatch was sealed shut, the Director took a few steps back. He put a hand to his right ear, pressing a button on his earpiece.

"Agent Trin, can you hear me?" He spoke into the earpiece, wanting to make sure they were working.

When she responded, he felt slightly relieved. The Director continued. "Nice, it's so much cooler talking through these rather than using phones. Also, you've got your ID on you, right?"

"I have it." Trin checked her pockets, feeling the card in there.

"Safe travels then."

The rocket boat, nicknamed Thunderstruck, began to slowly slide forward over the calm sea. Approximately four thousand miles of open water to traverse. With the Thunderstruck at maximum capabilities, this long journey was going to be nearly instantaneous.

Before she could truly push this boat to its limits, she needed to be a safe distance away from shore. A few minutes was all it took to sail over the sea, already reaching remarkable acceleration. The top speed of the Thunderstruck was thus far putting jet-powered speed boats to utter shame.

Her surroundings became nothing but a blur. She zipped past every other ship in the sea before they had a chance to even see her. Random Aussie surfers were knocked off their surfboards just from the sheer force of the Thunderstruck zooming past them. They got ripped apart by sharks, penetrated by stingrays and chomped on by crocodiles cause everything in Australia wants to kill you.

Just when she cleared enough distance from shore, it was time to push this vehicle to its absolute limit. Trin secured her seatbelt, preparing for the momentum ahead. With the push of a lever, the rocket boosters on the back of the boat roared in an erupting flame.

The unimaginable boost generated from the rear rockets was impossible. It consumed an unholy amount of special fuel to keep her going. This gas was consistently burning, decreasing slowly and providing just enough fuel for Trin to use. She was going to use all of it. No matter how far her limited fuel can get her, the momentum carried by the ultimate force of the boosters will help her reach her destination in no time.

Trin felt herself get rocked incredibly hard back into her seat. She was past a hundred miles within a matter of a minute. The force of the Thunderstruck rampaging across the ocean resulted in the creation of colossal waves. She had already broken the sound barrier.

Half the time, she wasn't even on the water. The velocity of her boat caused her to shoot out into the open sky and jump over several miles. It's only been a few minutes, and she was already past the halfway mark.

Indonesia was in the way, but it didn't even present a challenge. The Thunderstruck ramped off a massive wave that sent it flying high above the shore ahead. The rockets were still activated, keeping the momentum and causing the boat to fly above the clouds and continue its pursuit in the air.

This is why it's called a rocket boat. It's an actual rocket itself.

Trin couldn't move or react to anything that happened. She was forcibly stuck to her seat. All she could do was wait until the fuel would run out and her speed to lower.

She was about a few hundred miles off the coast of Japan before her fuel finally depleted. Four thousand miles were crossed in just ten minutes. The rest of this trip would be no problem whatsoever.

Still in the air from that launch, the Thunderstruck began to plummet back towards the Earth. Descending just as fast as she was moving forward, her destination was arriving quicker than even she had anticipated.

Rather than a few hundred miles remaining, it only became a hundred. That meant she had already reached Japan. She had just unknowingly zoomed right past Tokyo, still several hundred meters in the air.

Trin at long last was able to reach for the controls, pressing a few buttons and adjusting a valve. Four mini-boosters surrounding the boat were suddenly activated, running off of backup fuel kept in a tiny unit.

All four boosters released a jet of flames that slowed down the descent of the Thunderstruck. Finally, she was able to see outside her window instead of being assaulted by foggy clouds.

Just below her was the ocean again. At first she released a slight gasp, thinking she had completely jumped past Japan. But a sigh of relief soon followed once she spotted land up ahead.

This was a perfect launch. The body of water she was about to land on was just south of Hokkaido. The four boosters used up all their fuel already, rendering the Thunderstruck completely out of fuel as it crashed into the ocean.

The indestructible titanium steel hull of the Thunderstruck allowed it to survive re-entry and continue its drive. She still kept a massive amount of speed, causing her to approach land very quickly.

Then, the Thunderstruck finally came to a gentle stop. It had no more tricks up the sleeve to save it. But it didn't seem to matter. The boat halted just before a dock in Niikappu, a district in southern Hokkaido.

The citizens of Niikappu never saw the Thunderstruck. Trin activated its cloaking device during its rapid approach. So when she opened the hatch and stepped outside, it appeared as if she was standing on air. But it didn't matter. No one saw her anyways.

"Director, I've arrived." Trin spoke through her earpiece, observing her surroundings.

It took a few moments before she received a response. "What the fuck? Blimey mate, that was fast. Anyways, you remember the address? Nakatomamu. It's where Agent Dunce was last seen before his untimely demise. A two hour drive north. There's an underground facility beside the Ice Village."

"I know." Trin already knew where this base was without him needing to remind her. There are things she's never told the Director, but it's only a matter of time before he learns the truth and why she's so determined to bring the Pioneers to their knees. She ignored her thoughts momentarily and casually walked through the town, looking for any means of transportation.

Fortunately for her, she was able to spot a bright green car parked behind a rundown gas station. She wasted no time in running towards it and arriving at the driver's side.

Cuntfield continued to speak on the other end. "I don't know how you'll manage on pulling this off. They'll recognize you in that suit."

"Who said anything about a suit?" Trin was already inside the green car, hotwiring it. Her eyes peeked towards the backseat, seeing a few bags of clothing.

By the time one man walked outside the station with a cold sandwich in hand, he dropped his food once he realized his car was missing. In reality, Trin was already on the road.

Two hours. Cold January Winter weather. No problem.

She encountered no problems along the way, guiding herself with a GPS inside the car. The mountainous regions ahead confirmed her arrival. Her environment was coated in snow for as far as the eye could see. Even her commandeered vehicle became white in color, masking the vibrant green base of it.

Parking in front of the tower resorts, she had to continue the rest of her journey on foot. Now donning casual city clothes and a winter jacket, she walked down a path leading to a forest.

Despite the land inclining upwards from here, there was one particular path leading downhill. It's when she spotted a wooden sign discreetly hidden beside a tree, pointing to her right.

"Not an evil base." Trin quietly whispered what she read on the sign before scowling. She hates it here.

She never ran. She never made herself look suspicious.

Keeping her steady pace and confidence, she walked down the path leaving behind her snowy footprints. Then it all became clearer.

Up ahead was an opening with two men on standby. They were carrying rifles, and one of them noticed her.

Immediately, both guards lifted their weapons. But Trin never fired back. In this case, she didn't need to fight. All she had to do was reach into her pocket and pull out an ID.

This ID was made for her back in Australia. She kept it in her suit and transferred it to her new set of clothing just before arrival.

"Hello!" She calmly called out to them, keeping her hands up with her ID visible. "Apologies for being late."

One of the guards approached her, forcing her to stop. He reached for her ID and read it while the other guard slowly walked by and kept his gun fixed on her.

"Dr. Calypso?" The guard asked, looking over her card. "Didn't know we needed anymore scientists."

Trin took back her ID, frowning at the guard. "Please, did you think we needed more guards instead? You know why we're here. Bring in more guards, have them stand around doing nothing just waiting for any imminent threat and let the facility rot from the inside. No wonder Ebony had you outside if this is how you're going to act."

Both guards glanced at each other. One of them stepped out of the way, lowering his gun. "I'm sorry ma'am, it just seemed unusual. The last time someone came in here unannounced, six people were killed right in this very spot."

"And we will prevent that from happening again, won't we?" Trin confidently spoke back, glaring at both guards.

"Absolutely. There will be no more tragedies, not under our watch."

"Ebony will be happy to hear that, good work you two."

Trin smiled before walking off, keeping her calm attitude and posture as the approached the front gate. All that was left was bypassing the electronic door protected by a keypad.

Fortunately however, it seemed she didn't need to do anything. The gate opened on its own as one other guard stepped out.

"Hold the gate!" Trin yelled out, jogging towards him as he kept the entrance opened.

Trin made it, slowing down as she stepped inside. She smiled at the guard. "Thanks."

"Sure thing." Ben responded, nodding back and continuing his walk outside.

Just as the most dangerous assassin in the world entered the Pioneer headquarters, Ben exited the area carrying behind one suitcase.

He walked off, never looking back behind him.