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terminal;

• Of or pertaining to the end or extremity; forming the extremity; as, a terminal edge.
  
• being or situated at an end; "the endmost pillar"; "terminal buds of the branch"; "a terminal station"; "the terminal syllable"
  
• The events which lead to the end of time, existence, or being.
  
• An apocalypse.
  
• A machine created in 2023. The machine was----
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Vision comes to, but there was only one sight to see. A group of three were gather on a roof. One was crouched over a sniper, hardly moving. The other, was chatting on the phone and the third was leaning against the chimney, keeping the first company. "You still see him?" The third, a female, said. The first didn't reply, completely concentrated on his task. That was her answer. He reached over, adjusted the scope, and moved his shoulder so the kick would be so bad. Armor-piercing bullets usually were. "Remember the goal, right?" She tried again, a little louder. "Hm? Oh, right. Uhh, Follow him with the scope, and take him out when he starts the car. He wipes out over the bridge. Accident and no body" The first replied. "He is standing at the door, taking to the doorman while somebody fetches the car". The second put his hand over the phone receiver, "If we were going to wait this long, why didn't we just get a car bomb or something?" He joked before going back to his phone call. "He started the car... target acquired... ready and..."
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Your life has always been quiet. Nothing ever happens in this city. Same old school, same old neighborhood, same old life. Rumors of conspiracy and government secrets are heard every now and then, but you just shrug it as just that, rumors. There are no higher-ups or secret government societies deciding every small detail or event. There is not conspiracy or a plot for humanity. In fact, your pretty contempt with your daily routines and same old life. But had it always been that way?

In the year 2010, a epidemic broke out, a horrible virus. It was air-born, 100% Infectious, and 100% deadly. The virus broke down strands of DNA in the brain and killed off a person in twenty-nine years. Everybody born to an infected person also carried the horrible virus. Depending on how immune you were to it, you either died much sooner, or you died of natural cause before the virus finished you off. Scientist discovered that the only way to halt the virus from reaching the brain was through living in a coma. A comatose victim survived until he was almost 70, but died shortly after being woken up from the coma. This seemed like a solution, but the population would rather live and let die instead of spending their lives asleep. The human race certainly seemed doom.

By 2015, scientists began o work on a solution, but a coma seemed to be the only was to stop "ultius immodious" (Now called the 2nd Plague) from reaching the brain. A solution was found in 2023 with the creation of "the Terminal". A virtual world to keep the collected minds of the comatose citizens. It mimicked the real world almost perfectly. Sensations in the real world were still available in this virtual world, even death. By 2065, all the world's population was hooked up to the Terminal, and by 2100, most had forgotten that the Terminal existed. The Terminal was the real world. By 2150, everyone had forgotten, that is, everyone but a select few. The Terminal was nothing but a word used by extremists claiming nonsense about "The Next World". With the reset of 2200, the world slipped back into thinking it was the year 2000. Data for computers were replicated by the Terminal and what couldn't was either blamed on the Y2K or bad computer keeping. The world was whole again, and all word on the devastating plague were things of the long forgotten past.

The year is now 2210, two hundred years since the outbreak. However, since the opening of the Terminal, there have been other problems, too. In small groups, mostly thought to be extremists, discovery of their virtual world have been happening. Breaking in the code and hacking has erupted in these groups. The Government needed to act quickly, and began to mobilize, in fear of the secret of the Terminal coming out. All hackers were to be exterminated, and those who weren't made secret pacts with the government. The joined the government as a secret assassin army. With their hacking abilities and training, they was hidden attack force against terrorism and other hackers.

One more small line falls upon this story. To the less-immune, the virus managed to slowly creep into the brain and take affect. The took control of the infected brain instead of killing it, and could appear "physically" within the Terminal. These monsters were ready to create terror on life again. A team of assassins called the "Syndicate" have been chosen to take care of this viral threat before i gets out of hand. But with more and more reports of this monsters, it might not be long.

The Syndicate are a group of assassins created by the government. They are division 2, sometimes called Second Branch Syndicate (SBS). A small group of young individuals. Their unique talents are leading them to be the one of the greatest group of killers this world have ever seen. Strong, fast, and unseen, the Syndicate are an invisible and unstoppable force. They have occupied a apartment building as their headquarters, ten floors high and three underground floors. They do not have to pay rent, or mortgage, or anything or the sort since this building was a gift from the government. Each member gets their own floor to do so as they wish. Although they have names, they don’t technically exist. At their creation, all files that pertained to them were found and destroyed as their first mission together. A trial mission, you might say. You can say they technically do not exist in the public eye.
They spend a large portion of their time in this building while they are not on missions. They take on all jobs, either it be detective work, finding a file, or even murder. However, they do have jobs and lives outside of the Syndicate, under a assumed name, of course. These trained elites can do it all. 10 members in all, and they are,

Dante Cross, the COUNTERFEIT, a man always hidden behind a mask. While most call him the brains of operation, one of his main duties is to act as a middle-man, a messenger between the members of the team and their Syndicate masters. Despite the desk-job appearance he has Dante is a very lethal man. When he is not focusing on keeping hidden behind enemy lines by using an altered appearance, he is able to pick his target off using his trusty rifle. The unofficial leader of the team and one of the three original members, Cross acts a central eye for the Syndicate.

Sheva Allaire, the DOPPLEGANGER, femme fatal of the team. Her unique ability to break code and cause the Terminal to rewrite data makes her a valuable addition to the Syndicate. Making copies of keys, weapons, paperwork, signatures, and even people is her forte. Using her sharpened hairclip and Senbon needles, she has a infinite arsenal of throwing weapons.



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