1820 Tchoupitoulas Street; it was home to legend. Some of the greatest rock stars performed there back in the 70's. The Warehouse it was called, now it was nothing; demolished in 1989. However, around the area where it once stood were normal warehouses. A particular red-bricked warehouse next door to where The Warehouse once stood, had been found usually empty. However, on this particular evening, it would be the target of police investigation. Reports from anonymous tips had placed some suspicious characters moving in and out of it with unmarked vans bringing in and taking out unknown cargo. Going in with a large force would draw too much attention. Going in with a small group would be the preferred method to see what was going on in this warehouse.

Normally, a recruit straight out of the academy would not have been sent on a mission like this, but due to special circumstances, Jett was assigned to the group that was heading into the warehouse to investigate. He was one of a three man crew that would have radio contact with headquarters as they probed the supposedly not-empty warehouse. Jett was a unique young recruit. He had been through many jobs in his young life, and never found a place, as he put it, that he fit in. There hadn't been a job he could really get into. He had now spent a few years in the academy, and was about to undergo his first major mission. Wearing black uniforms complete with a bullet proof vest, the group set out.

It would be roughly 9:00pm when they arrived at the warehouse. They parked behind a neighboring warehouse to conceal their presence while still afford them a fast exit from the warehouse, should they have to chase after anyone. Once inside, they split up and went through different ways within the warehouse, searching every square inch. Empty metal crates were still stacked inside, offering many hiding places for them. On the other hand, it offered the same to anyone else.

"Keep silent, and report in through the comm only if you find something. No extra chatter."

"Roger!"

"Hai!"

"Why do you always respond in Japanese, Jett? You're from America, not Japan."

"What did I just say!?"

Carefully, the three explored their respective sections of the warehouse, looking for anything out of place. The large metal crates were for the most part empty, cobwebs and dust being the exception here and there. Nothing would be in the first two sections of the Warehouse, but in the eastern wing, Jett would stumble upon something. Jett pulled out his cell phone, and began snapping pictures of what he found, however, as he did so, he began to hear voices. Quickly, he ducked behind a metal crate and stuffed his phone back into his pocket. A trio of men talking around a large box that was opened stood a few feet away from Jett. Jett couldn't see what was in the box, but he would quietly listen in. In order to keep quiet and still listen in, he turned on his comm, and blew into the mic, before falling silent once more. Some of what was said by the trio would be heard, but they were not close enough to discern what specifically was being said.

"That you, sir?"

"No, Jett must have found something. Head to the east wing."



"We've got this shipment here, and more coming in from all over. Europe, New York... So, whatever your poison, name it. We've got all sorts of options."

"I was told you had V. Is that correct?"

"Mmm, you're one that goes for the big game, 'eh?"

"I have some clients."

"Well, that stuffs a little more expensive, I hope you can afford it."

"Don't worry about the cost."


Jett pulled out his cell phone and flipped it open. He'd stare at the screen a moment, and hit a couple buttons before shifting a bit, and peaking over the crate he used as cover. He'd lift his phone partially over the box, and stared at the screen, as he started moving it forward a bit, getting a clearer view.

"Jett, what are you doing?"

The picture was taken.


"What was that?"


Jet ducked down behind the crate again, scraping his boot to the cement flooring.


"We've got a Jaybird it seems."

The third man in the trio, who had not been involved in the conversation just yet reached into the box in the middle of them all, and withdrew a large gun. It was military grade weaponry. From the looks of it, it was some form of machine gun. It had a barrel that resembled a gatling gun, but the man carried it over one shoulder with ease.

"Jett, get out of there!" shouted his captain, as he and the sergeant hopped out from their cover, and took shots at the man holding the heavy weapon.

Jett scrambled to his feet and bolted from his menial cover, and dove behind a larger collection of metal crates. Just in time too, for the gun put holes straight through the original crate. The third man eventually ceased fire and turned, as shots from the police missed him. The purchaser in the trio of men ran in the mayhem, and managed to escape, while the sales man bolted away in another direction, merely to retrieve a weapon of his own. Another round was fired from the machine gun, as the two senior officers scrambled for cover.

"Commissioner, this is Captain Helmsman. The warehouse has inhabitants. We are under fire. They are dealing with drugs and smuggled military weapons. We need immediate backup."

More shots were fired at the man with the heavy weapon, this time ricocheting off his weapon instead of actually hitting him. Another round was fired, and as the sergeant moved to duck behind cover, the man merely strafed his weapon. Once more, the bullets shot straight through the empty metal crates and hit the Sergeant. His blood splattered against the wall as he gave a short, shrill scream. His body fell to the floor with a loud thud. The captain gritted his teeth, and kept moving behind the cover of other metal crates, but closed his eyes tight as he huffed his voice quietly through the comm once more.

"Officer down..."

The man with the heavy weapon laughed out loud. "Yes, yes! Run like little animal. This good target practice, and much fun." His heavy Russian accent steeped every word. The gun fired off once more, piercing through every metal crate, but missing the captain. At this time, Jett hopped up and fired off three shots at the man. Once more, two ricocheted off his gun, while the third barely nicked the man's shoulder. Jett dove away and rolled behind a crate as the man began to turn and follow him now. Jett quickly got to his feet and ran in a wide circle around the man, drawing his fire away from the captain. Once his back was to the captain, the captain came out of his hiding and fired three shots at the Russian. All three hit him in the back. The gun still fired as the man turned, till eventually the clicking sound of an empty magazine spinning could be heard. The man staggered a bit, dropping the gun's barrel to the ground, as he glanced over his shoulder at the captain. He pulled a handgun from his belt, and whipped his arm out to fire back, through the pain. Jett hopped up from behind his cover, and fired two more shots, both hitting the Russian in the back of the head. The large Russian collapsed to the floor before his handgun could be fired.

"Good job, Jett. Now, let's get this stuff loaded into the Cruiser. When backup gets here, we can take care of Johnny... and get the two that ran off tracked off that picture you took. Which, was very foolish, might I add. If you had kept quiet, we could have...."

A loud boom would be heard. The captains eyes would go wide, and his body would jerk forward, and fly forward, landing on the ground a few feet away, before rolling to a stop. The entire center of his stomach would be gone, and his insides would be decorating the floor. Jett once more ducked behind the crate he was standing behind. The sound of the gun cocking would ring in his ear, as his eyes went wide.

"Come on out little Jaybird. This is what you get for interfering with our business."

Quietly, Jett ejected the clip in his gun, and peaked in. One last bullet. He wouldn't slide the clip back in however. As he looked beside him, a box filled with gunpowder sat there. He didn't know what to do, and panicked without hesitance. His hands weren't the only thing sweaty as he looked around, wondering what to do. Suddenly, a voice rang out in his head.

"So you're gonna let that little shit beat you? He's a punk, a common criminal that got his hands on some toys. He's scum! But then, so are you. You're pathetic. Be a man, and finish them. You have all the evidence you need right here beside you."

He'd look again, and beside the box of gunpowder was the shipment of V they had mentioned. He nodded, in understanding of what he must do. He heaved a sigh, and tossed his gun over the crate, to land on the ground before the man, and then he'd stuff some gunpowder into his clip, and slide it into a pocket on his vest.

"Ok, I give up."

"Very smart of ya, kid. Now get out from behind there, and take what's coming to you like a man."

"Of course, gladly, just allow me one request. You can do that right?"

The man snarled. "Don't push your luck kid, what is it?"

"Allow me to drag my fellow officers outside of the building. At least allow them a proper burial once our backup arrives."

He thought on that, as his eyes twitched in confusion. How would they not be allowed a proper burial from within the warehouse? However, after a moment of thought, and concluding that it made no sense so there was hardly anything wrong with it, he nodded. "Alright kid."

Jett got up from behind the crate, and pulled a cart over. Behind the metal crate, he set the boxes of gunpowder and V onto the cart, then lifted his captains body up and set it on the cart, to cover up the boxes. He would then walk over to the other wall, and lift up the Sergeant's body, and bring him back to the cart, and lay him on it. He would open a garage  hatch, and wheel the cart out the back of the  Warehouse, then step back inside. He didn't leave the cart very far.

"Alright kid. I don't know why you wanted to do that, but there, it's done." The man aimed his gun, and was about to take his shot.

"I only had one more bullet." Jett said, randomly.

"What?" The man looked over to the gun that lay on the ground, only realizing now that the clip was not there.

"There's no clip!" He said in disbelief, as he jerked his head back to Jett, who now held his clip in his hand once more, stuffed to the brim with gunpowder. The man's eyes widened abruptly, as Jett flung the clip forward.

"Enough with the games kid!" He was sick of the boy playing around, and delaying things. His finger moved to the trigger, but he hesitated. Why? Jett clapped his hands together, with a triumphant smirk on his lips, one that displayed murderous intent, and one that was typically worn by someone who had reached the conclusion of his plan.

"KATSU!"

A blue beam arched from above, seemingly out of thin air, striking at the clip in mid-air. Heat filled the room, and fire bloomed like a flower from the clip and burst in all directions. A blue sphere of energy suddenly came into being around Jett, as he tried to plant his feet to the floor, but the force of the explosion between him and the other man was too much. He grit his teeth as his body was blown back, off the ground and thrown out the open garage hatch. His back smacked into the handle-rail of the cart he had used to wheel his partners' bodies out on, and he would yell out in pain, as his body flipped over it. The 'shield' he had summoned up flickered away moments before he fell to the pavement in a heap. The other man ... wasn't so lucky. Moments later, the backup would arrive. The warehouse was in flames and the Fire department was called by some citizens. Shortly after, they would arrive as well, along with Paramedics to tend to Jett. Jett looked up from his heap, watching one vehicle after another arrive. He smiled, and then passed out.