Reply With QuoteJames looked at the coordinates on his PDA, then put it away, and ran, climbed down off the building, and got on his motorcycle, which was hidden in a dead end alleyway. He started it up, and took off, heading towards the village.
"Agent Gold. Agent Turner was in Moscow on an intel gathering mission, then just got taken off the street, just like that in broad daylight. All observers except for one other Agent have been killed. Turner's tracker is still online, seems like it's headed rapidly south, to an abandoned village. Sending coordinates now if you want to pursue the task of recon." The CIA Commander replied, not awaiting a response as they closed the channel. Coordinates were also sent to James, and then the Russian Government was contacted to get this solved.
The truck arrived, a full platoon of militia-like personel were stationed at the village. It was quite well defended. Sarah, now conscious was dragged into a small hut and sat in front of a man in Russian military uniform, and one man obviously battle hardened Mercenary.
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"You reap what you sow, Artyom. Force answers force, war breeds war, and death only brings death. To break this vicious circle one must do more than just act without any thought or doubt." - Khan, Metro 2033
James looked at the coordinates on his PDA, then put it away, and ran, climbed down off the building, and got on his motorcycle, which was hidden in a dead end alleyway. He started it up, and took off, heading towards the village.
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"Believe it or not there have been many rogue MI6 agents... It seems that only a few keep faith in Her Majesty's Country..." He said reading the file report, remembering the operation... " this mission requires teamwork... Our first lead is Russia.... So we all want to split up in groups or try to work together in a large, easy to see target?" He asked, pouring more champagne.
"....Of course Callum, wait outside in the bloody cold....But, I guess it's better then being with large amounts of agents." He thought, Plus he already knew what they were talking about, he took out a sandwich.
"Nom" He muttered as he ate it, "Well...I guess I'll just eat this...and sit here" He smiled
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"Someone left the cake outside in the RAAAAIN! I don't think I can TAKE IT. Cause it took so long to BAKE IT. And I'll never have that recipe AGAIN. OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Jade nodded in agreemen "Divide and conquer. Works well with well trained agents."
"I'll be acting as your body guard, yes. And I guess it would feel much like a baby sitter" Peter responded to Gabriella after the commander cut the call. "Looks like we have pressing matters right now. Guess we better go save our agent."Peter hit the gas to go to the speed limits, well at least. The limit he thought would be the speed. "Please tell me you have your side arm ready, and not in one of those bags in the boot" He said smiling. He hoped he wasn't partnered with a beauty. A beauty without brains would likely get them all killed. "My spare is in the glove compartment. Only a foolish idiot duel wields their pistols" He said, pointing to the glove box. Smiling.
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Walking through the hallways and down the stairs, Miller went to the front desk handing his keys to the teller and thanking her before finally turning around and heading out the front door. The agent embarked on a black SUV like many other agents used for transportation tossing the briefcase onto the passenger seat and twisting the keys into the ignition as he pulled out the parking lot and into the main road.
Silence consumed the cabin as it did the room while again his cellphone rang to break it. He shuffled through his seat to grab the phone and pull it out receiving the call. "Yes?"
"Change of plans we got a problem. Contact agent Gold the operation is terminated assist any way you can." The same voice now recognized as his current supervisor informed him before hanging up before Miller could even say a word. The agent sighed hanging up on his end and receiving a text message just seconds later of a cellphone number in which he dialed to contact the agent he was newly assigned to assist with.
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Gabriella laughed and shook her head. ''You think this coat is so big because of what? I mean, give a girl some credit.'' She opened her coat a little. She had hidden pockets on the fronts and sides. She pulled a throwing dagger a little so it glintd on the passangers seat ''you aren't the only one prepared. do you think i would be as stupid to put my weapons at my bags? i'm not a newbie, i was trained since little for this'' she rolled her eyes, her family was harsh about these matters. She grinned a little ''and you better not follow me around everywhere''
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Kaalee looked at the picture...Ari Tasserove...the man had never trusted her...she thought he didn't at least. He was the reason she had come back, he had leaked information on her final target, unintionally mind you but still. She wondered, briefly, if it was a set-up but it did not matter, because she should have been gone by the time that any link could have been traced back to her. But plans change.
"I have an in. Ari was a friend of a previous target, and people close to him trust me." Kaalee said, looking up at the group.
"Well I was on my way to a gay, gypsy, bar mitzvah for the disabled when suddenly I thought 'gosh the Third Reich's a bit rubbish, I think I'll kill the Furher' Who's with me?"
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"Well the Agency has ordered me to assist in anyway I can, I shall participate in this operation." Maxim finished flipping through the files and replaced them in the envelope, before folding it and tucking it into a pocket of his suit. "Just let me know what you would have me do. I would do better as long range support, as I am a fairly distinguished marksman." He folded his hands against the edge of the table, and waited for the rest of the group to state their decisions.
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