Black Ink

*RING* *RING*

Everyone was immediately alert. Who could it be? Was the extraction team already here?

"Are you expecting someone?" Asked Banning.

"No." Jac responded.

Jac went to check her security cameras.

"Fuck." She sighed, faceplamming herself.

"They found us?"

"No. It's just an annoyance."

*RING* *RING*

Banning looked at the screen and saw a 5"5 person, mostly likely male, dress in black from head to toe.

"What are we going to do? He might be one of them and even if he's not, he is drawing attention here." Banning whispered with urgency.

The President was everyone's top priority allelse was secondary.

"Hide the president in the other room I will go meet him and try to send him away quietly." Jacqueline said, making her way to the door.

*RING* *RING*

"I'm here, would you stop ringing the fucking door already?" Jac cursed, while opening the door.

She opened the door to meet a man she was very familiar with. He wore sort of techwear or street wear as though he was just coming from an apocalyptic military.

He also wore a black mask that cover his entire head.

She allows the man to enter but not far into the building until she stops him.

"What do you want? Why the hell are you even here? Do you not see that London is on lockdown?" She berated him.

"It's good to see you too, Jac." The man chuckled in a perfect yet artificially distorted British accent, making it difficult to identify his actual voice.

"Yeah, I saw outside. Everything is a mess, the whole city is on lockdown, but what can you do? Better yet, what does it have to do with me? I'm on holiday." He said coolly, shrugging.

Seeing she was getting nowhere with him. Jac pushed him against the door.

"Look, I have no time for your goddamn nonsense. Especially today of all days. When the city is under attack." She spat into his ear.

"Do you understand me, Dante?" She asked angrily.

Silence descended between the two as they had a rather intense staring match. Or at least tried too but Dante's mask prevented one from seeing his face, eyes included.

"Alright, alright, alright. " He said raising his hands in surrender.

"I heard O.D.I.N. was looking for chip, which I just so happend to come by. I need you to give me the location of one of their agents to give to them. So O.D.I.N. can own me a favour." He recited

"Really? That why you're here?" She asked rhetorically.

"Do you not see what is going on? Are you not going to help?"

"I'm on holiday."

"But you are MI0."

"I'm on holiday."

"But it's an emergency."

"I'm on holi-

"Forget it, how do we know if you are even one of us and that you haven't been bought or joined the bad guys." She asked.

He tilted his in confusion at her question. Did she perhaps forget who he was?

"Bought? Me?" He asked with clear confusion.

"Yes. You-

She quickly realised something. She grabbed his arm and ran to the Presidents room with him in toll.

She had realised perhaps in the whole of London he was the one person that could not be bought and given his identity there was no way he was on the otherside.

She entered the room and explained the situation and introduced the man in black to them.

"This is one of MI0's finest. He joined a while back and has had nothing but stellar review across the board. He has been on variety of missions across the world with a 96% success rate mainly due to his disdain for paperwork. His actions in and outside the field is why he was designated the code name Black Ink." She said.

"Bit racist" Dante chimed in.

Earning him a smack on the back of the head or helmet.

"Ignore him."

"His quirk is called Lion's Might. It gives him the superhuman strength, speed, reflexes, stamina and senses. And ice claws that protrude from him nails.

However, his main weapon of choice are those two black guns at his side. Not about the physics on how it work but it apparently draws in the cold air from his nails to make projectiles to be fired."

She then introduced Banning and his quirk [High-man] to Black Ink. Then told them of how adding Black Ink to their team would greatly increase the president's safety.

Because of Black Ink's constantly crying that he "was on holiday" the president agreed to award him a medal for his help considering that he apparently didn't need money.

"Alright, so now we just wait for the extraction team." Banning said.

"Extraction team? Are you talking about the group of 28 people heading here right now? I will be honest, they don't seem like an extraction team." Black Ink said doubtfully.

"What group? I don't see anything in my surveillance systems." Jacqueline said rushing to her monitors.

"Superhuman senses. She said only to forget the next minute." Black Ink taunted.

"The message must have been intersected."

Banning quickly grabbed Jac and told her to leave with her people an try to find the leak in their organization. He and Black Ink would stay with the president whom they were after and hold them off.

Jacqueline quickly got ready and left with her crew.

"Now that Jacqueline is gone. Here's the plan we wait for them to enter the building and then you take the president to the garage. Get a car an take off. I will dispatch of those coming and meet you after." Black Ink informed, while drawing one of his guns inspecting it.

When the gun was drawn in caused an immediately temperature drop.

Although, Banning wanted to stay and help, he knew his priority was the president. But he had seen so many die he couldn't help but question.

"You said it yourself there's quite a lot of them. Can you handle them all on your own? " Banning asked worriedly.

Gripping his gun that was now emitting a white mist from its nozzle and humming a low roar like that of an engine. He chuckled.

"Certainly." He said with his artificially distorted voice, while cocking his gun back creating an explosion of cold air.

It was hard to see his face but with the all black attire which hid all his features, the white mist descending gently on the ground from his gun, his cold yet distorted british accent which chilled the spine, the drop in temperature and the roaring gun.

President Benjamin and Mike Banning believed they were standing in front of the embodiment of death.

The group of 28 people finally got to the safe house. Jac and her people were long gone. All that was left was the president, Banning and Black Ink.

"Alright, they are here. It's time for you guys to head out." Black Ink said.

After giving Black Ink a final farewell promising to see him later. They left for the garage.

Watching them leave. Dante holstered his gun and slowly backed up, merging into the shadows blending in.