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

But if you're a Republican that hates Muslims and is now considering leaving this book because you can't handle the fact an Arab can write such an amazing book... that's racist.

Anyways... take it away Ebony.

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, putting it against his forehead as a sign of gratitude.

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, mashallah."

"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 approach him from outside.

Suspicion ran through his mind as he squinted his eyes. But upon closer inspection, he noticed it was just a scientist walking down the tunnel. He kindly held the gate opened for her. She never stopped, and continued to walk past.

"Thank you." She said, stepping further inside the facility.

"Sure thing." Ben smiled back and nodded as he watched her walk deeper down the halls. He then rubbed his eyes and frowned. He hates being this paranoid. Anyways, 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.

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15 hours earlier...

A giant boomerang.

Trin was utterly frustrated by the designs of the Division's prototypes. It was just a massive towering slingshot with a boomerang the size of a skyscraper attached to it.

Director Cuntfield chugged some beer and laughed with a few other agents. He walked out in flip-flops and stumbled against Trin as she shoved him aside.

He straightened himself and then cleared his throat. "Ahhhhh, hahahahaha. Sorry I don't know why I'm laughing I just thought it'd be funny to start laughing. Anyways, here it is! This'll get you to Hokkaido in uh-"

He checked his notes.

"Approximately fifteen minutes."

Trin sighed and stepped forward. "Whatever gets me there the fastest."

Cuntfield walked behind her. "And the best part is, once you're dropped off, this baby will fly itself back here! No fuel required, no pilots or anything!"

Trin carried one suitcase with her, and all she wore was a standard black suit. That's all she needs. She walked underneath the boomerang as the bottom side of it opened up to reveal a metallic platform. It lowered and she stepped onto it. Then, it rose back up to conceal her inside the vehicle.

Inside the boomerang were three buttons with labels underneath them. They read:

Self-destruct.

Eject.

Self-destruct but with more explosions and added fireworks.

She sighed again and fastened her seatbelt inside this thing. Then, she received an incoming call through her earpiece. She tapped on her ear, and Cuntfield spoke through the other end.

"Testing. Testing. Oh shit this is so cool. I love these things. Anyways Trin, 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."

Trin responded. "Sounds perfect."

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

Finally, it was time for departure. A giant crane machine thing (I'm not good with mechanics) pulled the slingshot back. The agents used a map to find the right trajectory and they continued pulling the boomerang until they got the right amount of pressure and force.

Then, they released it. The boomerang fuckin ZOOMED out of there in super light speed, holy shit that is LUDICROUS SPEED! Up ahead, some agents were constructing a large wooden tower with some inflatable green piggies. And that fucking boomerang just TORE THROUGH THEM LIKE NOTHING! The tower crumbled, the pigs popped and some agents were crushed by the debris and literally DIED!

In barely a minute, she had already reached the northern shore of Australia. Her surroundings were 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 boomerang swoop past them. They got ripped apart by sharks, penetrated by stingrays and chomped on by crocodiles.

The unimaginable boost generated from the boomerang's movements above the clouds was sheer enough to break the sound barrier tenfold and slam dunk it over Lebron. Now, despite the fact the boomerang was spinning rapidly, Trin never got sick. In fact, she wasn't even spinning. The chamber inside the very heart and center of the vehicle was designed to remain in place to ensure the pilot doesn't die from being spun too hard.

She stared at the control panel in front of her and kept track of her position. She just reached Bangladesh and was entering Chinese airspace. Several signals flashed on her screen in Chinese, and a picture of Winnie the Pooh appeared.

The Chinese military had spotted her unauthorized vehicle and fired over a dozen missiles to chase her down. Furthermore, a nuclear rocket launched, and they were all headed for her. The boomerang had no defensive or offensive measures, meaning she just had to somehow avoid getting nuked.

She zipped past a majority of the country and eventually crossed just over North Korea. The missiles behind her were catching up despite the fact no missile on earth can fly this fast. The Chinese were using bullshit plot devices to make it possible.

But Trin didn't care what happened to this boomerang. As long as she reaches her destination in one piece, she won't bat an eye to the missiles.

So when the boomerang made its approach above Hokkaido, she placed her hand above the eject button. She took a deep breath, and she pushed it. But just as she did, sudden turbulence shook her like crazy and her hand accidentally swiped and pushed the self-destruct with extra explosions and fireworks button.

"Oi mate, thanks for hittin' the self-destruct button! This boomerang's about to blow itself the bloody fuck up in sixty seconds! Cheers, ya cunt!"

The hatch below her opened and she undid her seatbelt. Trin plummeted from the boomerang and skydived out in the open air. Several missiles immediately whipped past her and followed the boomerang as it begun its return trip to Australia.

Trin had kept her briefcase, and she fell with it. She tried to look back at the boomerang, but it was already gone. It only gets faster and faster once it's time for it to make its return. It should arrive back in Australia real soon.

She kept a steady pace as she dove beneath the clouds and saw the lights below her. At just the right altitude, she held her suitcase with both hands by the handle and pushed a button on the side.

Two wings suddenly protruded from the suitcase, that transformed it into a paraglider. Trin held on tight as she glided across the air and made her approach towards the ground. But then, she received an incoming call from Cuntfield over her earpiece.

"Ay Trin, you there, mate?"

She adjusted herself comfortably and responded. "I've made it to Hokkaido."

"What the fuck? Crikey, that was fast. Anyways, you remember the address? Nakatomamu. It's where Agent Dunce was last seen before his untimely demise. There's an underground facility beside the Ice Village."

"I know."

Cuntfield paused for a moment. "Well, best of luck Tr- oh. Oi! Yeah I see it! Get ready to catch it! I'll call you later Trin, the boomerang's back."

There was another brief second until Cuntfield spoke again. "What do you mean it's not slowing down? Wait, what the fuck are those?? Are those MISSILES? WAIT!! HOLY SHIT MATE! STOP IT, FUCKIN-"

An orchestra of screams, explosions, crying, death, destruction and fireworks erupted over the call. Trin just ignored it as she peacefully landed atop a hill. She waited for the screaming to stop, but it never did.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! WHO FUCKING PUSHED THE SELF-DESTRUCT BUTTON?? EVERYBODY IS DYING AND EXPLODING! THERE'S FIRE EVERYWHERE, OH IT BURNS!! WHAT? NO WAY MATE!!! HOLY BLOODY CUNT BISCUITS!! IS THAT A CHINESE NUCLEAR PROJECTILE??!?! SHOOT IT DOWN! SHOOT IT DOWN NOW!!! WAIT NO DON'T SHOOT IT! OH GOD IT'S ABOUT TO FUCKING BLO-"

The call suddenly disconnected. But it didn't matter anymore. She deactivated the paraglider, and opened up the suitcase. Inside was a fresh pair of clothes. She changed quickly and made her way to the hotel resorts up ahead. Her entire surroundings were covered in snow and mountainous regions.

She discarded her suitcase and continued her walk through the snowy forest. Then, 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. "Permission to enter?"

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. "Security is already at its maximum, you don't need anymore guards, do you?"

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 pleased to hear it."

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. The guard held the gate for her, allowing her to walk inside.

"Thank you." She said calmly without even glancing in his direction.

"Sure thing." Ben responded, nodding back and continuing his walk outside. He never looked back behind him.

Meanwhile, the most dangerous assassin in the world entered the Pioneer headquarters.