I do not own Fire Emblem.

In Front of the Kingland Hotel

Robin and Tharja's lips separated. There was a small silence. "Don't expect any more public displays of affection." She placed her helmet over her head and revved her motorcycle. "Pick me up at eight."

"Sure!" Robin's voice spiked. "I mean, you got it babe." He rephrased and tried to sound suave.

"Don't call me that." Tharja rebutted as she drove off.

"Oh… Okay." He said. After she was out of view, Robin felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Bagged yourself a winner, Robin." Basilio grinned, Robin rolled his eyes. "C'mon, we have a lot to discuss." They began to head to the table Flavia and the other agents were sitting at.

"Yeah, yeah, so are you guys finally going to tell me why you guys are here?" Robin asked.

Flavia leaned back in her chair. "What do you know about the funding for Senator Validar's campaign?"

"I know that it's related to me being here." Robin replied. "He is paying me quite a lot of money to stay here even though my mission is complete."

"Mission? What mission?" Cherche asked.

"I had to find some book and give it to Validar."

"Really? That's it? Book shopping?" Basilio took a swig of his beer. Robin took a sip of his water.

"Not exactly. The team I was with was after some blonde." Flavia and Cherche glanced at each other as Virion pulled out a few files and passed them to Robin.

"Please… take a gander at these." He requested. Robin opened the files. Papers with a photo of a large male with long, albeit glorious mane of hair in the center and a beautiful small blonde woman enjoying lunch with him.

"That's her. I mean she was gone when we got there. But that's her alright." Robin withheld the Gangrel being alive situation for later. "Who's the man?" He asked closing the file and handed it back to Virion.

"His name is Walhart King, owner of this fine establishment." Virion answered with annoyance.

"I take it you're not a fan." Robin smirked.

"No man should have that much power." Virion scoffed.

"Okaaay… So what is the problem, he is funding Validar's campaign, is that wrong?" Robin asked.

"If the girl is missing, your father's life…" Flavia began.

"The senator." Robin corrected. He began to drink his water.

"Er, sorry, the senator's life is in danger. We need to get her from Gangrel as soon as possible."

"What? Wait, Huh? How did you know about…?" Robin asked. Basilio smirked and leaned in closer.

"More or less classified, let's just say we've got friends on the other side and there is a private bounty on him. The hunters will take care of the rest. They will find the girl and bring her lere hopefully before all hell breaks loose. Now, we have lots to discuss, let's begin with this book."

Plegian Editorial

A man enters the building with a nice suit. He removed his sunglasses slowly. As he looked around. Newspaper writers and editors scrambled around like headless chickens. The man heard a voice in his ear. "Alright Vasto, your objective is to find the dirt that these people have on the senator and destroy the evidence. Remember, no casualties."

Vasto scanned the room, identifying each and every person. He found the head editor quickly. "Sir! Sir, may I have a word." Vasto had is attention. The overweight man moved and squeezed around the employees.

"Yeah, what d'ya want, guy?" He asked.

"May we speak in private?" Vasto asked.

"Is it 'bout a story?" He questioned. Vasto smiled gently.

"Indeed."

"Well, follow me to my office." The man instructed.

"Heh, sure." Vasto followed, maneuvering around the employees.

"In here, this way." The man opened a door and walked into the the office with Vasto entering shortly after. He closed the door behind him and locked the door as well as shut the blinds.

"Alright, pal, what is it ya wanted to talk about?" The man asked, scratching is thinning head.

"It's about the senator." Vasto said, rubbing his left wrist with his right hand.

"He sent you to stop me from printing the story about his mysterious sponsor, didn't he?" The man chuckled. The man began to light a cigar. "Heh, ain't gonna hap-?" Vasto slapped the cigar from his hands, gripped his collar, and lifted the man off of is feet with on hand.

"Nah… I was sent here to kick some sense into you?... Pretty loud out there, huh? Think they can hear us?" Vasto tossed the man across there room, slamming him against a wall.

"Gyah! What the fu-!?" Vasto kicked the man in the gut. The man attempted to alert security with the button under his desk.

"Ah, ah, ah!" Vasto grabbed the man's hand and flipped him over belly up. He kneeled on his right knee to pin the bastard to the ground. He gripped the extended index finger of his right hand and snapped it all the way back. Before the man could scream, Vasto covered his mouth with his left hand, using his mechanical strength to keep the man's bottom jaw shut with only his pinky.

"Are you still going to write about the senator? Blink once for yes, twice for no." Then…

Cassius' Communications Room

Cassius was in his lab making modifications to his Einherjar blueprints to improve the functionality of his army, hearing Vasto's conversation in his ears.

"Are you still going to write about the senator? Blink once for yes, twice for no." Cassius then heard an unusual crunch, followed by some squishing sounds.

"What was that?" He asked through the earpiece.

"Um, nothing."

"Don't tell me you killed him." Cassius sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Plegian Editorial

Vasto was wiping off the blood from his hand on the man's shirt.

"Don't tell me you killed him." Vasto chuckled.

"'Kay, just don't look at the monitor." He stood up and pulled up the sleeve of his right arm up. A USB flash drive popped out of his forearm. He took it and inserted it into the man's computer. "Hack this, will you? Wipe everything."

"Dammit Vasto! I told you, NO CASUALTIES! How did you not follow that?!" Vasto rolled his eyes and began to look for physical copies of damaging evidence against Validar.

"As far as I know, the chip in my head thought my hand was not going to crush that guy's skull. It's that OR I thought after I told him to blink once for yes, twice for no, my reflexes squeezed tighter before he could blink a second time. Honest mistake, really." Vasto pulled file after file in the 'V' Section of the deceased's file cabinet.

"You weren't programmed for MISTAKES!" Cassius argued. Vasto shrugged.

"And you are the one who programmed me, therefore, all this… is on you, ol' buddy, ol' pal." Vasto smiled when he found the right file. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. He pinched his earlobe to turn off communication.

"Yeah? What do ya want?!" Vasto changed his voice to mimic the head editor.

"Boss, I got the photos of the senator's son and Bertrand Eldrich's daughter." The woman behind the door said.

"Slide it beneath the door, will ya?" after a few seconds, a folder slid under the door and to his feet. Vasto picked the file up and opened it. Upon viewing the photos, Vasto began to chuckle. "Robin is Validar's son, huh?" Vasto began to laugh out loud as he took the USB out of the computer. "And he's with Tharja? HAHAHA!" Vasto walked over to the window. He paused halfway through opening it and looked at the dead body. He waved the photo around. "Hey, can I have this?" He stood silent for a moment. "Thanks, buddy." He proceeded to climb out of the window into the alley and make his escape.

To Be Continued…

Hello everyone, I know I haven't posted anything for a long time but I had to gather my thoughts. I am also rewriting the Injustice Cabal story and would like to ask for ideas for a few OC VILLIANS! YAAAY! Please PM me if you have any ideas, and I will not take ideas if they are in the only in the reviews. Thanks and it's good to be back!