It was midnight in the middle of the City of New York. Most cities aren't as busy as the NYC at night. Some might even say, it's even more busy than during the day time. Police officer of 4 years Darren Marith was currently keeping an eye on a hooded figure in the middle of times square. Normaly, he wouldn't have given a rats ass, but this person was special. He knew it. He could feel it in his bones. The figure was about 5 foot 9, unmoving and wearing a hooded robe, which currently was up. The person stuck out like a sore thumb.
The officer checked his dashboard clock. It was going on 3 hours now that this person didn't move. The officer cracked his neck, a habit he knew would hurt him in the long run, and stepped out of his car. He started walking towards the person in the middle of Times Square. He kept an eye on the hooded figure the whole time. Then he had to cross the street. He took his eyes off of the figure for two seconds and then looked back. The hooded person was gone. The policeman rubbed his eyes and walked to where the person once stood. Sure enough, not a single piece of evidence of this person's existance. The officer took off his hat and scratched his head.
"Maybe I was seein' things? Hope my insurance'll cover dat'. " He said to himself as he walked away.

     Agent 0 was looking at the officer from the top of the tower in times square. He smiled.
"That's 148 people who fell for that." He laughed to himself as the earpiece sprang to life.
"This is going on 20 years you've been with the agency, and you still pull shit like that?" He heard Daniel say from back at HQ. 0 Laughed even harder.
"Oh come on Dany. Liven up a little!" Agent 0 stood up and took off his hood. Showing his full face. Red eyes, white hair and white furred Neko ears showing against the stars. He shook his head and moved his ears a bit.
"You see...this is why I hate hoods. Anywho..." He searched into his right pocket and took out a pocket computor. It was military issue, but that was only because he "accidently broke" his other one. Which was code for, "I ran out of bullets, so I used what I had~".
"Who's the target."

The answer Agent 0 got came from a not so remote building in Los Angeles. It was a skyscraper that had no logo on it. No tags to tie it in with the rest of the crowd of buildings, yet it fit in perfectly. If you went in the door, security would kindly lead you out. The reason for this was because of the "Basement". 14 floors of FBI, CIA and other companies, working together all for one project. THE project.
On floor 10, which was the brief/debrief room, Daniel smiled as Agent 0's handler gave his charge the info. He projected the information on the huge screen in front of him, along with the image of Agent 0's face looking at him from NYC via Video Chat.
"The target is James Gusto. Wealthy man of 58 years-"
"Funny, he's not going to reach 59 is he?" The cat eared agent interupted with a smile, showing his glistening white fangs amongst his regular human teeth.
"I see you're learning. Gusto will be attending the Funeral of his late friend, Agitha Sodvesta."
"Bless you?"
"That's her name idiot."
"I know, I just like to troll you."
Daniel held his face, giving the Agent a hint. He tapped his fingers on the keyboard, bringing up the target's files.
"Seriously...you gotta stop doing that."
"Aw....but it fuuuuuuuun~"
"Agent 0!"
"Shutting up now."
"Good boy."
"I'm not a dog..."
"Close enough."
Agent 0 shook his head. "So, what's the agency's beef with this guy? Is he some closet WMD distibutor?"
"Actually yes. He's the top man to go to for Weapons of Mass Destruction. What the agency wants you to do is find him, kidnap him and interogate him to find out where he gets his supplies and weapons." He sent the info to his Charge's comp. The Neko Agent nodded. After reading all of it.
"And Zero."
"Yes?" The Neko answered.
"Do arive there dressed up. It is a sad affair. And go there, human."
"Trust me...when I'm done, he's gonna wish he was in the casket.




     Zero Arived to the scene dressed up in a 47 Corolla. His Neko ears gone and his hair Black as night. It was a special Magic illusion he learned he could do from the agency. Which was really useful in times like this. He took a look af the front of the mansion where the farewell party was being held.He then looked at his partner of 10 years, Rachel Satou next to him. European-American beauty at it's best, Rachel had an angel face and piercing blue eyes. Her hair, dyed blonde for the occasion, was tied up in a bun. This, along with her features, went perfectly with her red lengthy dress. Zero looked at her and laughed.
"You know, you look like Ada Wong."
"And you look like a wanna be James Bond." She retorted. She smiled. Even though Zero was older than her, she still looked Older than the Neko Agent. Zero was reported to be 36. He looked 16. While Rachel was at the age of 33. Yet, she was the most mature of the couple. She had to hand it to Zero though. When he wanted to, he could really act it up with the best of them. Zero got out of the car and opened her door.
"Shall we Mi'lady?"
"Oh. Now you act like a gentlemen?" She gave the agent a look.
Zero returned one. "I could always act like an ass. That usually seems to work."
"Just shut up and lets get this over with."