Chapter 2: Fight Club

The sun was already setting when they arrived in Italy.

As the family rode in a car driven by Sean, Zedkiel began reading all the information he needed about his fake family for the mission.

The car was given by the organization, it was the simple type, fitting for a small family.

[Taylor Family Information:

Name: Amelia Taylor

Age: 45

Birthday: June 21

Nationality: Italian Immigrant (American)

Occupation: Florist

Appearance:

Dark Brown Hair

Hazel Eyes

Background: Former call center agent

(Weapon of choice: Mixed Martial Arts (Main: Karate), Double Pistols)

Name: Sean Taylor

Age: 48

Birthday: December 30

Nationality: Italian Immigrant (American)

Occupation: Martial Arts Master

Appearance:

Dark Blonde Hair

Chocolate Brown Eyes

Background: Former gang leader

(Weapon of choice: Mixed Martial Arts (Main: Karate), Magnum Sniper)

Name: Mia Taylor

Age: 12

Birthday: January 7

Nationality: Italian Immigrant (American)

Occupation: Student

Background:

Appearance:

Dark Brown Hair

Chocolate Brown Eyes

Background: A troublesome girl that get involved with kors of fights

(Weapon of choice: Martial Arts (Main: Wing Chun/Ving Tsun), daggers]

Everything listed on this were all fake, except for the weapon of choices, those were real as they can be.

Zedkiel doesn't know who were these spies or what they worked with.

They didn't need to know about who they are in real life, only the president needed to know. And, the president only accept loyal comrades.

They just needed to succeed in their mission.

"Let's find our house for today and get settled down. We should discuss our way of life here." Zedkiel suggested. "Did the organization installed chips in you, as well?" He consulted the others.

"Yes, they did." Amelia affirmed.

"It's behind our ears." Mia blurted out.

"That's right. Don't ever let anyone find out." Zedkiel reminded. "I see that you're a student in this mission. Pay attention to your surroundings and don't get in trouble."

"Yes, brother Alois."

"Amelia, Sean. You're veterans. So, I hope we all succeed in this mission with valuable informations at hand."

"We hope so, as well." Amelia agreed and Sean nodded.

"Woah!! This is our house?!" Mia was the one to step out of the car.

"Don't get too excited. You're yelling too much." Amelia told the girl.

"She could have that persona in this mission." Zedkiel commented. "Just don't overdo it, okay?" He turned to Mia, reminding her.

"Yes, brother Alois, sir!" Mia nodded.

The two—story house was simple, it had three bedrooms, one for the "couple", and one each for the "kids".

The moment Zedkiel found his room, he immediately did his research, he wanted to learn everything he needed in this mission.

There were lots of valuable information.

The Lawless Mafia is hiring new bodyguards. Although, to get in, one must enter a tournament in an underground fighting club.

Zedkiel must enter that tournament.

He changed into a fitting black long sleeves jacket with a white collard shirt underneath, the collars were displayed out of the jacket. Then, he wore a fitting black pants and shoes. He grabbed a few euros and head out from his room.

"My mission is starting." Zedkiel told the his fake family as soon as he descended to the first floor.

"Already? We just landed, though." Mia pouted. She had planned to hang out with the too three agent.

"I don't want to agree with her, but the kid is right. You must be exhausted. It's not good to overwork yourself. You're too important for this mission. We won't be able to succeed without you." Amelia said with a concerned voice.

"Don't worry. I'm not tired at all. I can go without sleeping or eating." Zedkiel assured and the others let him go.

"Chip, map to the Million Blood Fight Club." He whispered. "I also need an invitation card of some sort." He said, knowing the president heard every word he had uttered at that moment.

The system had a huge red arrow pointing at a photo booth. He entered there and the invitation card was being printed. After a few seconds, he got the card and secure it in his pockets.

He followed the map and it led him to a club.

The club was dark and only had disco lights to rely on.

The music was blasting off, almost deafening.

"Hey, pretty boy. Wanna dance?" A woman approached him.

"I'm not here it dance, I'm afraid. But, I can offer you to a drink." The spy said ever so gentle with a smile plastered on his face.

"Sure thing, sugar." The woman smiled, wrapping her arm around Zedkiel's.

Zedkiel faked a cough, making the bartender look at him. The, then, let the man take a glimpse at the card.

The spy removed the woman's grip.

"Follow me, sir." The bartender instructed and so Zedkiel did.

"Hey!" The woman yelled, she slammed her glass, not wanting to be ditched.

"Thank you." Zedkiel bid the bartender before entering the fight club room.

His apathetic persona was once again displayed as soon as he stepped in the enemy's territory.

"We will start in 30 seconds." The hoar announced.

"Boss, we have another one." A man said, escorting Zedkiel.

"Good, good!" The host grinned. "Name."

"Al." Zedkiel answered, making a nickname for himself.

"Alright, Al. Nice to meet you. I am Riz. I am the head of this fighting club, but you know what really happens around here, do you?" The host inquired.

"Yes, sir."

"Good."

"We'll be starting in a few, so I'll explain the rules here." "First, you can fight however you want. Killing is also an option. As long as you win, we don't care what you do. Second, if you want to join the Lawless Mafia as a bodyguard, you must be one of the top 10 winners. Third, our word is the law as long as you are inside the ring. If we tell you, you lost, you lost. If we tell you, you win, then you did. That's all." The host explained.

"Then, let's all do a countdown together."

"3! 2! 1!" Everyone counted down in unison.

"As you know, this club has no rules, if someone wants to go first, go pick an enemy." The host said, his voice echoing from the microphone to the large speakers.

"You." A 213 centimeters tall man towered over Zedkiel. He was bulging with muscles.

The blonde haired man stared at the giant, maintaining a straight face.

"Looks like Goliath had chosen the newcomer, Al!" The host announced.

The club was filled with screams and cheers.

"It's only his first night here and he already got targeted."

"Poor guy."

Some commented.

"Fight me." Goliath challenged.

"Okay." Zedkiel accepted, indifference displayed on his face.

The both of them had entered the ring.

The so—called Goliath began to hop on the ground while Zedkiel got into position, his right foot behind his left, and his arm in front of his face and his other to the side.

"Goliath! Goliath!"

"I'm betting 500 euros on Goliath."

"I'll take my chances with the new guy, I'll bet 200."

"Nah, bro, you need to bet the same."

"Fine..."

The people outside the ring started to pass on the money.

"What's with that posture? Are you trying to run away, or something?" The giant asked and Zedkiel kept quiet, letting his apathetic look destroy his enemy's ego.

"Answer me, you shit!!" Goliath's veins on the forehead looked like they were going to pop any minute.

Zedkiel kept quiet with a stern expression, placing his right foot in front and the other to kick Goliath in the face, making him stumble on the ground.

He, then, returned to his original form with his right foot behind his left and his right arm in front of his face and the other on the side.

No one saw what happened, what they witnessed was that giant got knocked down.

"Oh!!"

"Goliath just got knockdown!!"

"Who is this newbie!?"

The people began screaming on top of each other.

Goliath was not sure what had happened. Zedkiel's moves were so fast, he wasn't able to how he had kicked him.

Goliath stood up, staggering. Blood running down house nose.

He ran to Zedkiel again, his fist ready to hit the blonde one.

But, Zedkiel ducked, his right arm on the ground and the other protecting his face.

He extended his right leg, titled it to the right and used both his arms to stand up, evading the giant's attack, completely.

Goliath was once again thrown to the ground.

Zedkiel returned to his original form, then.

"What was that?"

"The new guy moves weirdly!"

Some laughed.

"Idiot! You ignorant fools, he's not." One of the audience said. "That's what you call Capoeira. It's a martial arts designed to appear as a dance in order for the African slaves to trick their masters." He explained to them.

"Woah, I didn't know that." A man commented.

"I learned that from when I got curious with martial arts. How about you?" Another asked the one with light brown skin who just explained earlier.

"I'm from Brazil. It's one of our many traditions. We even execute it with music." He answered and the other nodded.

Zedkiel had noticed one but important thing about his competitor.

This guy Goliath has complete reliance on his strength and body weight that he didn't bother to form a fighting style, or any basic fighting forms.

Goliath stood again, blood smudged throughout his face and his eyebrows furrowed.

The giant approached Zedkiel with the idea of tackling him.

And, Zedkiel put his hands on the ground, his body in a diagonal form, then, he moved his hips forward, kicking the giant to the face, before he could even try anything.

He moved hands to match the pace with his kick, like a wheel, and once his foot landed on the ground, he stood proud in front of his knocked out enemy.

Goliath was no match to begin with. No one would dare to fight a beast.

"W—woo!!"

"Al! Al! Al!" The whole club cheered.

"Ho? It's the first time in six years that someone managed to knock down Goliath." The host spoke.

Zedkiel, however, was not amused. Although, he got an idea from that comment. It meant that no one was skilled enough to defeat that noob of a fighter.

It means that he would be able to stand near the Mafia Leader, Lawless, without any problems. At least, he hoped so.

The fight continued to go with Zedkiel winning all of his matches.

And, then, he was given another card with an address on the back.

"Be early, don't be late, even for one second. The boss needs new bodyguards as soon as possible." Said the host. "Do you understand?" He confirmed.

"Yes, sir. I do." Zedkiel responded.

"Good, good. Now go, you must be tired."

He was not. Zedkiel does not get tired.

Zedkiel took a different path from earlier, just in case someone was following him.

He immediately closed the doors and even double checked everything before going inside their house.

"I'm back. I got the job, it depends if I get to stay tomorrow." He announced.

"Already? Ain't it our first day here?" Sean inquired, shaking his head. He knew that Hawke was one of the best spies in the organization, but he never knew he was this great.

"As expected fr number three—I mean, brother Alois." The girl complimented, grinning from ear to ear.

"Call me Al, for now, that's what I told them." Zedkiel patted the girl's head.

"Okay, Al." She was more than happy to comply. She was sure that even if the WiFi got cut off, the grin on her face won't be erased. She was glad that the top three agent was as down—to—earth as him.

"Come on. Amelia had finished preparing dinner." Sean informed.

"Okay." Zedkiel smiled. It was a while since he had eaten with someone. It is hard when your adopted "father" is a leader of a secret organization.

Mia had already ran to the dining room.

Sean and Zedkiel had short conversations before sitting down the dinner table.

Amelia joined them in a little while and they all are their supper.

It was a good night. Zedkiel thought.