That night, we boarded separate flights to Paris. The city of love was about to become a battleground.
We arrived at our hotel around 3 AM, exhausted but wired. The hotel was luxurious, a stark contrast to the grim reality of our mission. After a quick briefing to reconfirm the objectives, we set our alarms, and went to sleep.
Day 1:
We spent the first day surveying the city, identifying potential escape routes and gathering intel. Paris was beautiful, a tapestry of history and culture, but beneath the surface, a sinister plot was brewing.
Our target was a rogue scientist known as Dr. Moreau, who was developing bio-weapons for a villainous organization known as "The Syndicate." He was holed up in a heavily guarded laboratory beneath the Catacombs.
That night, we infiltrated the Catacombs. Simon used his water manipulation to create diversions, while I used my strength and speed to take down the guards. The air was thick with the smell of death and decay.
We found Moreau in his lab, surrounded by grotesque experiments. Simon engaged him in combat, while I worked to secure the bio-weapons. Moreau was a formidable opponent, skilled in manipulating water. The ensuing battle was a chaotic mix of explosions, flooding, and sheer brutal force.
Finally, we managed to subdue Moreau and secure the bio-weapons. The mission was a success.
Day 2:
We spent the day handing over the bio-weapons to the French authorities. We used the rest of the day to explore Paris and see the sights, to take a break from all the chaos, and to relieve our stress.
Day 3:
We had an unexpected visitor.
While sipping coffee at a small cafe, our attention was drawn to the news report on the TV screen. The Syndicate conducted a large-scale prison break outside Paris, freeing several dangerous villains.
Then, a figure landed on our table with a flourish. "Anos Midoriya, I presume?"
It was Captain Valor, a local "hero" with a ridiculously over-the-top costume. "We know of your involvement with UA, he continued, "and we demand your assistance in apprehending those criminals."
Simon and I exchanged a look. "We don't work for the authorities," Simon replied flatly.
"This is a matter of public safety," Captain Valor insisted. "Surely, you wouldn't stand by while innocent lives are at risk?"
I sighed. Some things never changed. "Fine," I agreed, "we'll 'assist.'"
The next few hours were a blur of chasing down villains and trying to prevent further destruction. It was a mess of hero posturing and bureaucratic incompetence.
Day 4:
Simon and I worked together, efficiently taking down villains while Captain Valor's team struggled to keep up.
Late that night, after apprehending the last of the escapees, Captain Valor grudgingly admitted, "I have to admit, you two are… efficient."
"We do what needs to be done," I replied curtly.
Day 5:
We took a step back, enjoying the sights and the culture, to finally relax and calm down, before going back to Japan. It was nice to enjoy the city without all the pressure.
Day 6:
Our last night in Paris, we decided to unwind. We dined at a Michelin-starred restaurant, enjoying the exquisite food and the lively atmosphere.
"You know," Simon said, swirling the wine in his glass, "I never thought I'd be fighting alongside a UA student in Paris."
I chuckled. "Life is full of surprises, isn't it?"
Later that night, as we stood on the balcony, overlooking the twinkling lights of the city, Simon asked, "Do you ever think about just… giving up? Leaving the vigilante life behind?"
"Every day," I admitted. "But there are people who need our help. People like Akira. We can't just abandon them."
Simon nodded in agreement. "I guess we're stuck with each other then."
"Looks like it," I said with a smile.
Around 2 AM, and we boarded our flight back to Japan. We made it. We reported in to Shira and explained our mission and how it went. Everything was smooth except for a few days were not but we pushed through. Shira nodded and said it was successful.
"Good," she said curtly. "Dismissed."
She was never one for praise. I went back to my room and fell asleep.