A lone news van lumbered through the streets of Inkopolis. To any observing inkling or octoling, they would have not even given it a second thought. It was like any other vehicle on the road. No more, no less. But inside it was a whole other story. Reinforced steel walls with a high-powered transceiver on the roof connected to a full heads up display system, capable of hacking into any security camera in the city unnoticed. Its engine had been finely tuned to be able to carry its extra weight. Able to travel at around 290km an hour and accelerate 0-100km in 3.4s. All topped of with tinted windows and a custom paint job that was both stylish and functional, a slick ink resistant finish.

Inside the van were six of the most secretive and powerful cephalopods in the city. The Agents of the New Squidbeak Splatoon.

"Alright, you have the floor Sheldon." Said Agent Two as she finished giving the three younger agents the low down on the situation.

Another bomb team had been located raiding an office building in the Flounder Heights district. The same bombers had been responsible for numerous threats before, but only recently had they actually been able to carry through with their threats thanks to an external party.

"Thank you Agent Two. Now, I have done a preliminary scan of the building in question and have located the strongest heat signature on the 13th floor. We know from the past two bombings that the explosives being used contain sanitized ink, which we all know radiates significantly more heat than normal ink."

"Right," interjected Three. "And agent Two, you said you've spoken to the police commissioner and told them not to storm the building immediately, right?"

"Yes, One and I have spoken to him. He was quite relived given last time he lost over half his strike force during the raid."

"Those damn cops. They should have known better than to attack the front door, the bad guys always guard the front." Muttered Four.

The youngest agent was quite upset that the bombers had slipped through their grasp the last time. Her apartment had sustained damage from the blast and she had to find somewhere else to room temporarily. Fortunately, no one was killed or even injured, all thanks to the efforts of the Splatoon.

"Exactly right miss Four." Piped Sheldon, eager to continue his briefing. "From the past few incidents, we have learned that they always guard the main entrance and seldom check up on side or rear doors, Which is why I have located a fire exit on the east side of the building. This will be your entrance. If I'm correct, this door will unfortunately only be open-able from the inside so you, Eight, will have to blow it open."

"Now remember! That doesn't mean that this time they won't have men on the inside guarding the door, so be on you toes." Said Two, bringing it back as the agents readied their gear.

"Yes, I've detected 17 bombers on the inside using my ghost echolocator." Said Sheldon, gesturing to the highly modified, highly illegal, outdated special which sat in the back of the van.

"And there may be more. We don't know if they have cold-blooded gear on them, so stay sharp."

"Almost there." called Agent One from the cab of the van. The sirens of police vehicles could be heard from within the plated walls.

"Okay, good luck agents, I'll be in touch the entire time." Said Two as she and Sheldon turned to the control panel that blanketed far side of the van.

The three agents waited in the van until everyone's attention was draw away. Being secret agents, they still couldn't risk being spotted by ordinarily civilians. Heck, even most of the police force didn't know who they were! Fortunately, they didn't have to wait long as many of the citizens were in a panic. Running to and fro as the police attempted to set up a perimeter. Amidst the confusion they slunk out, quickly crossing the street. Their weapons concealed; they made their way to the around the building.

The police in Inkopolis were actually quite inept at their jobs, although this may be attributed to the agents, as they kept the city relatively clean of big scale crime. They had not yet formed a complete lock on the building and the team easily got past the perimeter. The three agents found the fire exit Sheldon had recommended and hid behind some discarded boxes and trash bins.

"Alright Eight, You're up." Whispered Three. Eight unclipped his ink tank and withdrew one of the auxiliary canisters. He set to work wiring the canister to the door. Being an octarian, he was quite good with mechanics and was usually the one responsible for field technology work. He had leaned a lot from Sheldon and within minutes he had the door ready to go.

"Okay! Got it. On your mark Three." Said Eight, as he uncoiled the fuse and lead it towards the other hiding spot.

"Good work. Four, ready your dualies." Said Three as Four prepared her weapons. "Maneuver in and take out everyone before they can raise an alarm. I'll follow and Eight, you bring up the rear. Now lets go!"

Eight pushed the detonator and the door hinges were blown apart. Four charged from behind the bins and kicked the door in, surprising a guard. She had him incapacitated in seconds and splatted another nearby bomber. Three followed with his Hero shot MK 1 and splatted another guard. Eight entered with his splattling raised but lowered it when no one else came running.

"Okay, follow me, we'll take the rear stairwell. Eight, you go first this time, I want that extra firepower in the front. Four, watch our six. Lets move!"

The Three agents stormed up the stairs. They encountered little resistance for the first few floors, those who did try and stop them were quickly mowed down by Eight's hero splattling.

"How are things going Three? What floor are you on?" Asked Two over the headset.

"Smoothly so far. Minimal resistance. We're just passing the 7th floor right n-"

THWIP

A charger's ink stream just whizzed by Three's head.

"Squit, I think they're on to us Two" said Three as he dashed forwards and swept out the inklings legs.

"Boss! We have troub-" the bomber's call into his radio were swiftly silence with a shot from Three's gun.

"Three! This way" called Four as she ran up the stairs.

They made it to the 12th floor before the stairs got blocked. A sinister looking inkling dropped a splash wall down in front of the stairs blocking the way.

"Now where?" asked Eight. As the bomber dropped another one, attempting to keep them out.

"Two! The stairs are blocked, how do we get to the 13th floor."

"On the other side, take the west stairs, but be careful. There are a lot of baddies on this floor." Just as Two finished her sentence an inkling and an octoling came running around the corner, weapons raised. Four dodge rolled forward and splatted one before bringing the butt of her weapon to the back of the others head. She triggered the dodge role function again and the exhaust from the gun launched the octoling forward, getting clothes-lined by Eight who swung his splatting's barrel into his face.

"And hurry!" chimed Sheldon. "The heat signature has dramatically increased. They're arming the bomb!"

"All right, lets go agents!"

The team fought their way to the west stairs. splatting and disabling the villainous intruders along the way. When they arrived the remaining bombers they hadn't splatted where making their way to the roof.

"They're evacuating! That means the bomb is activated." Said Four as she ran and kicked one of the Inklings attempting to flee down the stairs. A helicopter could be heard above. Three stuck his head out a window and peered up into the sky.

"Two! Track the copter! Bring it down if you have to. Try and get the cops on it or something!"

"Way ahead of you…" another set of rotor blade could be heard now.

"Alright guys leave them. Lets find this bomb!" called Three to his fellow agents as they sprinted up the last flight of stairs.

Five…

The mechanical voice echoed throughout the building. The agents had found the bomb under a desk in the managers office. It was crudely made, with a common alarm clock as the timer and a torn off P.A. system for the speaker. However, the canister of sanitized ink attached to it was something all on it's own. It was encased in high-grade steel and ink proof glass. It was obvious that the canister had been supplied to the bomber from an outside source. A faded logo once was prominently displayed in the corner of the cylinder but it had been scratched out to the point it was unrecognizable.

Agent Three spoke into his headset "Located explosive. Attempting to disarm it Agent Two."

"Copy that Three." Echoed the senior agent's voice.

Four…

"Eight get over here! disarm it now!" roared Three.

Eight began furiously cutting and splicing different wires together, but it became apparent that even the tech savvy octarian was going to have trouble with this one.

Three…

"Four!" Shouted three, "Quick open that window, we might need to chuck it!" Four sprinted over and smashed the window. The office building they were in now was near the ocean and they had a clear drop off into the deep cold water below.

Two…

"I can't, not enough time." Shouted Eight. Three quickly yelled at Four to get rid of it. Four ran towards the window and with all her might, hurled it out the into the air. It sailed for a moment before landing in the water with a plop.

One…

The sea erupted.

Twenty civilians were injured, Seven building sustained critical damage, Twelve cars were overturned. One inkling was killed.

. . . .

So I added a prologue to help set up the mission which lead to the big split. Some people were wondering about what really happened and I felt that this section adds to the story as well as set the style in which I imagined the Splatoon would be like. I Tried to keep it as clean of errors as possible but I'm not perfect. Hope you enjoyed.

- Au revoir