Here's a fusion tale no one's ever thought of

    <Operative A/Aeon Flux Fusion>
 
 
    Trakal stood atop the wall, loaded his clip, and opened fire, 
    taking out the three or so dozen guards standing outside the 
    complex. The Galaxy Police had given him specific orders 
    about this one:
    
    Kill on sight.
 
    He didn't enjoy assassinations. They left a nasty taste in his 
    mouth and, he thought, a black mark on his soul. Ha!, he thought,
    that's a good one coming from someone who joined the Galaxy Police
    just so he could kill a man.
 
    He leaped down from the wall and ran across the complex, barely
    noticing the piles of corpses that lay scattered about, a complex
    network of lines over each body's face, hands or feet. All he cared
    about was his objective.
 
    A few guards at the inner citadel tried to stop him, but he took
    them out easily. Lying low, he took time to study the map he'd
    got of the citadel. Atop the page was a picture he'd clipped of
    the man he was supposed to kill
 
    A shot interrupted him. He fired back, killing the man, then 
    dashed into the citadel...
 
 
    <to be continued>