Part 1 – It's time to bring them in…

It began with the discovery of the first ever Meta-human in 1937, the Nazi government sent spies to try to capture him and study him to give the Feuher what he had been looking for all along… the world.

The American government stopped the plot, and offered him help in exchange for a trace amount of his blood, and help fighting the Nazis and later the Japanese.

No one knew where his powers came from which included the ability to run faster, jump higher, and hit stronger.

Yes, I am talking about super-agility, increased jumping capabilities, and super-strength.

It became a normal thing from then on, meta-humans becoming either heroes or villains, billions of kids watch them on the nightly news, and celebrate them, nay, worship them.

And yet no one knows where meta-human powers come from if it doesn't come from outside source.

But more on that later, back to the story…

August 25th, 2017

London, England

New State Stock Exchange, the kind of place where rich businessmen go when they want to keep their stocks secure.

The people that keep their money there are the kind of people that make more money in one week than most people get in one year, have houses and estates the size of Bruce Wayne's mansion, wake up in beds that are worth more than most people get each week in their paychecks, next to super-model wives who don't care they forgot to remove their $5,000 necklace to bed, then after breakfast they get dressed in cashmere suits, and put on watches that cost more than most pre-owned cars.

Then go to their garage which is about the size of a typical North American home and wonder, "Should I take the Bentley or the Lamborghini to work today?"

And after that they go to their offices in downtown London which are located inside multi-story high-rise skyscrapers that overlook downtown London.

They usually have lunch with either a member of the House of Lords, or maybe a visiting dignitary.

Today however would be a different story…

The owner of the bank, the Alpha Wolf of New State Stock was in his office, as someone downstairs dressed in a grey jacket with the hood pulled up walked toward the front of the building, no one thought twice about him wearing the hood or the fact he was dressed urban-like, it was raining on that day, you got to love English weather, and a lot of tourists walked through the courtyard because of its majestic fountain, made by a British architect for 1.5 million dollars, and the beautiful plants.

But he was no tourist, and he wasn't there to admire the fountain or the plants, he was carrying a small backpack, inside wasn't an assortment of textbooks and notepads or a laptop, and he wasn't what you'd call a 'normal human'.

If you were to pull the hood back you'd swear he wasn't even human: his skin was grey, you could clearly see the veins in his face, the sclera of his eye was yellow, and there were two long, dark triangles going from a centimeter under his eyes to the edges of his jaw.

He was technically human, but he had powers: he could see structural weaknesses in a building.

The meta-human placed his backpack down against one of the pillars, and walked away, no one seemed to care because students working on their computers were sitting on a bench not five feet from the pillar: everyone just assumed it was one of theirs.

They soon regretted that three minutes later when the backpack exploded… a bomb.

The explosion sent people flying, shattered several windows, and tore a giant chunk out of the side of the pillar.

Two days later Head Justice of the United Nations, Kakashi Hatake met with UN President Tsunade in a secret room of the UN headquarters in New York.

"How bad?" UN President Tsunade asked.

"So far ten confirmed dead," Kakashi said, "Seventy nine injured."

"And our investigators have turned up nothing?" Tsunade asked.

"Nothing," Kakashi said, "Not even the best agents in MI-5 have any clue," he then cupped his chin.

"I know that look Kakashi," Tsunade said, "What'cha got in mind?"

"It's a bit of a stretch," Kakashi said as he held out a file to Tsunade, "But we need a new kind of team for this. And I think I know a few people we can talk to."

Kowloon, Hong Kong…

At one point Kowloon was the last place you'd want to set foot in, let alone could set foot in, now you could hardly find a bag of weed without getting thrown in jail.

But organized crime is everywhere, and that's what Recruit #1 was after.

A single man, about six foot two with spikey black hair and same-color eyes walked through a small construction sight, he was dressed in a pair of sneakers, denim blue jeans, a long-sleeve black shirt, and a Columbian-style vest with a concealed hood carrying a small backpack, no he wasn't a terrorist.

Inside the bag wasn't a bomb, when he went into his back, he pulled out the parts to a DRD Paratus-18 rifle.

He was being paid to take out a certain man well known in the Hong Kong underground, he owned multiple 'businesses', none of them by choice.

They followed him without question because they were afraid of him, they were afraid of what would happen if they didn't.

He quickly assembled the rifle, and quickly set up a sniper's nest, he used a table-saw as a platform for the rifle, after setting up the rifle, he grabbed a small chair, and set it near the table.

As his target's limo approached, he lined up his shot, and as he steadied his finger on the trigger, someone behind him whispered, "Sasuke Uchiha. What are you aiming for?"

"Depends." Sasuke said.

"On what?" the man behind him asked.

"Whether you're going to let me take the shot, in which case I'm aiming that bullet for the head." Sasuke said.

"And if I don't?" the man asked.

"Chest." Sasuke said.

"I'm afraid I can't let you take that shot," the man said, "Not yet at least," Sasuke turned around to face the man, the ASU black jacket with six rows of ribbons, the Special Forces patch on the bicep of his suit, the four stars on each of his shoulders, and the name plate made it quite obvious who he was, "First the world needs your help."

"What's in it for me General?" Sasuke asked.

"Something you want very much," the General said as he held out a small file.

Sasuke opened the file, and what was inside shocked him to his core, "You make it kind of hard for a guy to say no," Sasuke asked as he handed the file back to the General, "When do I get it?"

"When the job's over," the General said, "Get your things, we're leaving."

"Yes sir." Sasuke said.

As Sasuke was about to pack up his rifle, the General held out his hand, "We'll have someone come pick it up." He said.

"Where are we going?" Sasuke asked.

"L.A.," the General said, "We have a few more people to pick up."

Los Angeles, California…

Somewhere underneath the many freeways of Los Angeles there was a small homeless community.

The people of the community are often harassed by the various gangs of Los Angeles.

Among them was a young woman about five foot two with pink hair and emerald green eyes.

Remember what I said about the man that attacked the New State Stock Exchange, I said if you pulled back his hood you'd think he wasn't human?

Well if you pulled back this girl's hood you'd also think she wasn't human, and she wasn't.

She was from an alien race that have a very particular set of traits.

When using her powers, her skin was a Spanish pink, her hair was bubblegum pink, and her ears were sharp to a fine point, almost like the tip of a knife.

One of the gangs today would be focusing their attention on her.

As usual, she was huddled in her small hut made of wood, sheet-metal, and cardboard.

One of the thugs walked into her hut, "Hey there pretty lady," he said.

"I told you I'm not interested," she said as she swatted his hand away.

The thug grabbed her by the hood, and pulled her to about five inches away from her face, "Girls like you need to learn respect," he said before forcing her into a kiss.

As he tried to shove his tongue into her mouth, she bit his tongue, causing it to bleed.

He flinched backwards, and after checking his tongue, he picked up a pipe, and as he swung it at her, she held out her hand which caused a small rope made up transparent pink energy to wrap around his wrist, a quick twist snapped his wrist.

As he bent over, screaming, a small pipe made of the same energy appeared in her hand, and she brought it down as hard as she could against the back of the thug's head, knocking him out cold.

As she walked out, three more were outside carrying rifles, one an FN FNC, another one was carrying an AR-15, and the final one was carrying an AK-74.

"She got Mike," the one carrying the FNC said, "Kill the bitch!"

As they raised their weapons, they flew from their hands, and their knees exploded with blood.

"Nice shooting eh," a voice said from behind her, she turned around to see a man dressed exactly the same as a certain man that was supposed to assassinate a mob boss in Hong Kong before being stopped carrying a suppressed pistol walking up to her, "Sakura Haruno?"

"How do you know my name," Sakura asked as Sasuke approached her.

"It was given to me," Sasuke said as he holstered the gun which Sakura identified as an Walther P99, "Forgive my manners," Sasuke held out his hand to Sakura, "Sasuke Uchiha."

Sakura shook his hand, "Believe me your help is appreciated, but unnecessary," she said, "I could have handled that myself."

"Obviously," Sasuke said, "But I'm not here to debate whose better…"

"No he isn't," the same General that gave Sasuke his offer, "We're here to offer you a job."

"You work for the U.N.," Sakura asked as she looked at Sasuke.

"No," Sasuke said, "They have something I want, I do the job, and its mine."

"And what do you have that I want?" Sakura asked.

"Something I think you'll be very interested in," the General said as he handed her a similar file.

But when Sakura opened it, inside was something she didn't expect to see.

Sakura handed the file back, and spoke, "I'm in."

"Good," the General said, "Looks like we're heading to New York."

"No one else?" Sasuke asked.

"There are a few others," the General said, "But I have some friends taking care of that."

Kyoto City, Japan…

Kyoto was in the middle of their heritage festival, and meta-human #3 wasn't celebrating, he was hunting.

He wasn't hunting some kind of animal, he was hunting something far more dangerous, a small-time drug-dealer for the Yakuza gang who was responsible for numerous homicides around the Kyoto metropolitan area, one of them being his best friend's.

The dealer lived out of a small apartment just five blocks from the festival.

As he climbed the stairs in his brown work boots, premium denim blue jeans, long-sleeve button-up baby-blue tee-shirt, and long-sleeve fleece zip-up, he slid a simple sky-mask over his face which covered his spikey blonde hair, and blue eyes.

As he arrived the dealer's floor, he saw several people leaving the apartment, and retraced their steps to the door.

He didn't need to knock, he could tell the douchebag was in there by the strong smell of narcotics inside, and he didn't need to kick the door down.

He simply slammed the flat-side of his fist and forearm into the door, and it flew off its hinges.

The dealer was sitting around with two of his friends who were armed with 9mm Berettas.

As they grabbed their guns, #3 picked up a small desk with one hand, and threw it at them as they stood up.

The desk knocked them both unconscious before #3 walked over to the dealer who tried to get at his shotgun, #3 simply ripped it from his hands, broke it in two, and threw it aside.

The man grabbed the dealer around the neck, "You like coke," he asked as he picked up a bag.

"Yes," the man exclaimed, "I'll give you everything."

"Save it," #3 said, "And eat it," in one shove, he forced the entire bag into the dealer's mouth, "Have a nice flight," he then reared back, and threw the dealer head-long through his window into the street below.

#3 heard clapping from behind him, he turned around, and standing outside the door was a man dressed as a General, "Well done Naruto Uzumaki." The General said.

"How do you know me?" Naruto asked.

"There's little I don't know about meta-humans," the General said, "I have a job, and I'd like to hire you and several other singular individuals."

"Why would I work for the U.N.?" Naruto asked.

"Because," the General said as he held up a small file, "I think I have something you want," he handed Naruto the file.

Naruto looked over the file, closed it, and handed it back, "I'm in." He said.

"Good," the General said, "Now follow me, we have another member to recruit."

Seoul, South Korea…

A small neighborhood in Seoul, a small group of thugs has been terrorizing a small neighborhood for years, today was the day that would all change.

A small girl about five foot three wearing a pair of high-heel boots, blue jeans, a short-sleeve button-up red shirt, and a button-up black waistcoat waited in the shadows with several of her friends.

The thugs were carrying bats, they were carrying pipes made of solid steel rebar.

As the thugs were getting closer, #4 prepared to signal the ambush, not before a small hand touched her shoulder, she turned around swiftly with her weapon, and prepared to strike.

Her arm came down, but was grabbed by her new friend's hand, her arm made a small 'thunk' as it came down into his hand, she tried to move, but the blonde man's had a very strong grip, not even his forearm shook.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Naruto Uzumaki," Naruto said, "I've come here seeking your help, Hinata Hyuuga."

"Not now," Hinata said, "I won't let these thugs get away with this."

"Very well," Naruto said as he let go of her hand, "Show me what you can do."

"I have to signal the attack," Hinata said before stopping, she looked like she was having a panic attack.

"Ms. Hyuuga?" Naruto asked.

Hinata looked up at Naruto, "Please tell me you have a gun." She said.

"Why?" Naruto asked.

"They have guns of their own," Hinata said, "They're about to start a killing-spree."

"You're a telepath," Naruto said, "I now know why they want you on the team. I have a counter-idea," he waved his hand, and several people came forward dressed in military uniforms carrying fully-automatic rifles came running up to him, "The lady would like you to deal with the problem."

The lead soldier nodded, and signaled his men to move in.

After Hinata signaled her team to stand down, Naruto held out his hand to which Hinata took, and they walked away as the soldiers surrounded the thugs and forced them to surrender.

Naruto led Hinata to a small chopper waiting for them, "Where are we going?" Hinata asked.

"New York," Naruto said, "Apparently there are a few people we're supposed to meet."

"Not just you two," the General that picked up Naruto said, "There are four more, two are already waiting in New York, and the other two are coming after they're recruited."

Mumbai, India…

It was a regular day in the city, the only difference was that the second to last recruit was walking through the streets to deal with some unfinished business.

He was wearing a simple pair of boots, a pair of blue jeans, and a plain white shirt, it was expected on a day like this being it was boiling hot in Mumbai.

He was spinning a small pen between his hands, his target was sitting at a small café, he simply spun the pin around in his hand, and was about to give it a toss.

Before he could, and outstretched hand took the pen from his, "Is that how you do it," a man dressed in an American Military style General's uniform asked, "Shino Aburame?"

"How do you know my name?" Shino asked.

"There is little we don't know about you," The general said as he flipped the pen around in his hand, "I'm here to offer you a job."

"What kind of job?" Shino asked.

"The 'we'll give you something you want if you do it' kind," The general said as he held out a small file.

Shino looked at the file, and after looking at it for several seconds, handed it back, "I'm in. But on one condition," he said.

"And that is?" The general asked.

"I want a shot at that man before this is over." Shino said.

"Deal." The General said.

Shino and the General walked to a waiting 2016 Hummer H3.

"Where to?" Shino asked.

"We're heading to one more place before heading to New York." The General said.

"Where?" Shino asked.

Zambia, Middle Africa…

A group of poachers were stalking a heard of African Lions, one of them had a bead on the Prime with his Winchester XPR before he heard growling, and the next thing they knew a woman with lion-hair all over her body leapt out of the trees.

The first poacher took a claw across the side of the face, sending him to the ground.

She was about five foot two, she had brown eyes, and matching hair that was pulled up into two buns.

The second poacher raised his rifle to fire as she ran at him, one swift move, he fired, but missed her.

The girl then pounced on top of him, and clawed the poacher across the face in an 'X'-like pattern.

The third raised his rifle in time, and as he was about to pull the trigger, a whistle from over his shoulder caught his attention.

As he turned around, he saw Shino standing behind him, "Leave the girl alone." He said.

"How about you back off," the poacher said as he raised his rifle, "Before I take you down," after he said that, Shino pulled out his pen, and threw it into the barrel of the rifle, "What was that supposed to do?"

Shino simply smirked as the pen exploded like a small grenade.

The end of the barrel was split in threes, "That answer your question?" Shino asked.

The man screamed in rage, and pulled out a twelve inch bowie knife.

Shino simply focused toward the grip of the knife, and the handle exploded in the poacher's hand.

As the poacher leaned over to grab his hand, the girl leapt onto his back, and slashed him across the back of his neck.

"Damn girl," Shino said, "They weren't lying, you do have skills."

"And you are," the girl asked as she cleaned her hands in a small puddle.

"Forgive my manners," Shino said as he held out his hand, "Shino Aburame."

The girl shook his hand as she reverted back into her human form, "Tenten." She said.

"We're here to offer you a job," the General that hired Shino said as he walked out from behind the trees.

"What kind of job?" Tenten asked.

"In short," the General said, "We believe a meta-human is responsible for a terrorist attack in London. We have reason to believe this to be the beginning of a series of attacks to take place. We're recruiting a team of meta-humans to deal with the threat, and your names came up."

"Why would I help you?" Tenten asked.

The General held out a file to Tenten who took one look at the contents, and handed it back, "I'm in." She said.

The gang's all here…