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Chapter 3 - The start of the Operation
"Talking" - Japanese
"Talking" - Russian
Talking - Thoughts
“I need to know everything about this place: layout of this place, amount and positions of the guards, location of the room that we need to get in. And most of all, I want to know how that Russian organization got its hands on the Chinese mafia.”

It didn’t take long for Hibari-san and his men to find out what I had wanted to know. As soon as he gave did it I devised the plan to save my Guardians (with the help of Reborn). The day of operation was decided to be tomorrow morning, because we couldn’t lose any more time and had to act quick.

Later that night, we went to the airport where a small private jet was waiting for us. He didn’t have any signs that could point out that it belonged to the Vongola (per my request) and we quickly boarded it. Soon we were in the sky.

Gokudera’s POV

My head hurts so much… Where am I?

I looked around myself trying to see the surroundings in the darkness. The only things that I found out from that were that I wasn’t alone and that my companions and I were in a big room. I quickly stood up, but had to take a few moments before I went over to the people who were lying on the ground, as my vision turned black and I waited for it to clear up. The closest person to me was the baseball freak. I didn’t find any open wounds on him and tried to wake him up, applying some pressure at his shoulders. Luckily he soon woke up.

“Gokudera?” he cocked his head looking at me.

“Try to wake up the other people,” I quickly whispered to him and together we started to check the others. There were total of five persons: Turf-Head, Chrome, Stupid Cow, Baseball Freak and me.

“Where are the Cloud and Boss?” asked quietly Chrome, as soon as we gathered in a small circle.

“Excellent question, Mist Guardian, Chrome Dokuro,” said a familiar voice in perfect Russian. “Please excuse my manners. Welcome, Vongola Guardians!”

“Who are you? Show yourself!” shouted Turf-Head.

“Hm? You don’t recognize me? I thought better of you…”

“Ah! You are that man… The head of the Orso Famiglia!” suddenly exclaimed Chrome.

“I EXTREMELY don’t remember him!” shouted Turf-Head hitting the air in front of him.

“Also known as Vadim Pajari, the Scientist,” I continued as something clicked in my head.

“But that still doesn’t explain what we are doing here…” said the baseball idiot, putting his hands behind his head.

“You could say I am genuinely interested in you and in your new weapons…” replied the Russian.

“But?” I asked, feeling that the man who brought us here wasn’t telling us everything.

“You won’t believe that. Probably because you don’t know what is going to happen, while I do…”

“You will not scare me, the great Lambo-sama!” suddenly woke up the stupid cow.

“I agree to that EXTREMELY!” Chrome nodded in agreement to the stupid boxer’s words.

From nowhere appeared a door which soundlessly opened and revealed another room with 7 doors. Each door was of a different color: indigo, green, yellow, red, violet scarlet-red and bright-orange.

“You know what color you are, don’t you?” Who does he take us for? Idiots? “Please stand in front of the door that represents your element,” ordered the mad man. We quickly did as he told us, with minor delay on Stupid Cow’s side, because he didn’t want to part from Chrome.

“Well then, if I got the agreement of the most, let the testing begin!”

Wait. Why are we following his commands!?

Description
Chapter 3 - The start of the Operation
"Talking" - Japanese
"Talking" - Russian
Talking - Thoughts
“I need to know everything about this place: layout of this place, amount and positions of the guards, location of the room that we need to get in. And most of all, I want to know how that Russian organization got its hands on the Chinese mafia.”

It didn’t take long for Hibari-san and his men to find out what I had wanted to know. As soon as he gave did it I devised the plan to save my Guardians (with the help of Reborn). The day of operation was decided to be tomorrow morning, because we couldn’t lose any more time and had to act quick.

Later that night, we went to the airport where a small private jet was waiting for us. He didn’t have any signs that could point out that it belonged to the Vongola (per my request) and we quickly boarded it. Soon we were in the sky.

Gokudera’s POV

My head hurts so much… Where am I?

I looked around myself trying to see the surroundings in the darkness. The only things that I found out from that were that I wasn’t alone and that my companions and I were in a big room. I quickly stood up, but had to take a few moments before I went over to the people who were lying on the ground, as my vision turned black and I waited for it to clear up. The closest person to me was the baseball freak. I didn’t find any open wounds on him and tried to wake him up, applying some pressure at his shoulders. Luckily he soon woke up.

“Gokudera?” he cocked his head looking at me.

“Try to wake up the other people,” I quickly whispered to him and together we started to check the others. There were total of five persons: Turf-Head, Chrome, Stupid Cow, Baseball Freak and me.

“Where are the Cloud and Boss?” asked quietly Chrome, as soon as we gathered in a small circle.

“Excellent question, Mist Guardian, Chrome Dokuro,” said a familiar voice in perfect Russian. “Please excuse my manners. Welcome, Vongola Guardians!”

“Who are you? Show yourself!” shouted Turf-Head.

“Hm? You don’t recognize me? I thought better of you…”

“Ah! You are that man… The head of the Orso Famiglia!” suddenly exclaimed Chrome.

“I EXTREMELY don’t remember him!” shouted Turf-Head hitting the air in front of him.

“Also known as Vadim Pajari, the Scientist,” I continued as something clicked in my head.

“But that still doesn’t explain what we are doing here…” said the baseball idiot, putting his hands behind his head.

“You could say I am genuinely interested in you and in your new weapons…” replied the Russian.

“But?” I asked, feeling that the man who brought us here wasn’t telling us everything.

“You won’t believe that. Probably because you don’t know what is going to happen, while I do…”

“You will not scare me, the great Lambo-sama!” suddenly woke up the stupid cow.

“I agree to that EXTREMELY!” Chrome nodded in agreement to the stupid boxer’s words.

From nowhere appeared a door which soundlessly opened and revealed another room with 7 doors. Each door was of a different color: indigo, green, yellow, red, violet scarlet-red and bright-orange.

“You know what color you are, don’t you?” Who does he take us for? Idiots? “Please stand in front of the door that represents your element,” ordered the mad man. We quickly did as he told us, with minor delay on Stupid Cow’s side, because he didn’t want to part from Chrome.

“Well then, if I got the agreement of the most, let the testing begin!”

Wait. Why are we following his commands!?