License to Kill: Prologue

This is a (James Bond and Splinter Cell inspired) Rio agency fan-fiction.

Before we get any further, let me explain some things before diving in the story.
There is a agency experimenting on animals to be used as agents instead of the humans. For everyone would suspect a human to arrive but no one would suspect a bird flying through the window with a silence M-9 Beretta pointed to their head.

Before going on their first mission, each Agent has to go through multiple tests and protocols. Since doing this many animals has gone insane. To which we had to find and snuff out before they did anything that could cancel the funding.
As humans cannot understand these animals; they placed a telepathic translator in each of the agent's head., stimulating a tissue that allows them to receive and give messages.

There are many different subjects, labeled Divisions, who succeeded the test. And those who fail usually end up becoming rogue, who are snuffed out by their successors.

For this mission:

Agent Three{Tyler 'Blu' Gunderson}, a master in stealth, espionage, and sedating the enemy with non-lethal tactics will go against the First Spix Macaw to have undergone Project Divisions.
Agent One {(First Name Classified) 'Jewel' (Last Name Classified)}, A master in open firefights, explosions, surprise. And killing her enemy with hard and lethal weaponry and artillery.

In CQC, Blu may be a Tenth Dan in Akido and judo. But he's no match for Jewel's mixed Martial Arts style at the Dan of Nine.

The mission is to either snuff our Jewel permanently or send her back to HQ to be rehabilitated.

Agent Three (First Person)

Hello Agent Three,

What? What was that voice in my head; am I hearing things already? I know that the Prototype STBDTA serum gave random headaches, dizziness, loss of breath, dementia, and shorter mental capacity... am I suffering from mental illness already? That's strange for Agent One and Agent Two haven't suffered until years on the virtual missions. While I was in the training center.

I... must have some sort of illness... Rehablitation's next now..

No; no illness. You have nothing to fear.

Oh god it can read my mind? Interesting while scary at the same time; like checking the physicists a serial killer

In the STBDTA: Specialized Trained Blue Division Tactical Agency. It is a requirement to take the serum before engaging in any or all virtuous missions. And it is standard protocol that all agents before you and after you must complete the virtual mission before going on the real one.

I knew this, this wasn't anything new; If anything this was child's play, virtual missions were. They where fun to use during the training sessions because the mimic real life situations without putting anyone at harm. Something I hate doing; put myself in their talons/shoes and robbed of your life, knowing you didn't even get to say goodbye to your family?

Yeah, I don't think so. I like alive things.

I notice my eyes where sealed shut, and when I tried to open them I just got no progress in sight; I must have blackout goggles on. I tried to lift a wing but I was strapped down with metal bracelets. I sighed, this was still nothing new. It's the same thing everyday when I wake up, the only thing different is the AI ringing through my head. Was it AI or was it a actual person?

Rest assured that the 'Voice' is a real person. Talking to you on the other side of the table. When you are in base I can talk to you normally. Any other time I have to pull up the ANIMBIT COMM system to communicate with you on the other side of the planet.

If you can hear me through my thoughts... or understand me at all... why can't I just speak to you through my beak?

The language barrier that is the Human and The Bird.

So they placed some kind of mutation in my head so when I'm in the base they can understand me properly, I like it. It's neat but creepy. Like he can hear everything I'm thinking right now; I don't mind that unless I'm thinking of something inappropriate let's try to communicate with it shall we?

So... you can everything I think?

Not particularly, Only the ones you allow me to hear.

How do I choose that?

You don't; The brain does.

Come again?

It's like talking to a friend; you only talk, or think in this case, what you want me to hear. Like asking me if I want black coffee or a milky way chocolate bar.

This is abnormal...

Yes, for you are the first Spix Macaw to undergo the procedures Agent One and Two didn't get.

What?

The Ninja Infuse.

Ninga In-what?

Why do you think your so good at stealth? Why do you think you can use your wings, both in armed combat and CQC?

I thought it was my talent...

It is, We just made it Stronger, Faster, and Better.

I'm strapped to the VRMS aren't I?

Correct, you are on the Virtual Reality Mission System. How did you guess?

I mean it must have to be something with my brain, I can see the pixels form into the logo on the black screen.

That was the last thing I thought, or said rather, before being knocked with anesthetics. They blurred my vision and numbed out my air-sacks. Fuck me this is going to be a long night.

For You're final Test; You will neutralize a warehouse filled with militia hostiles. Hack their main computer and upload the virus in it. Find the hostage and inject her with the Beacon. We are freelance spy agents, not hostage negotiators. For the test; you may not fly or the test will restart.

I opened my eyes and I'm on a road next to a warehouse. I looked up and a moon was not shining, it was a new moon surprisingly. This is going to be easy stealth wise. I took a minute to address myself in what the VRM put in this time. I looked at my body to note I was in a suit, no tie. The collar was undone and I had a light bulletproof vest on.

"You're literally begging me to go there guns blazing..." I muttered, fixing the collar and slipping on a backup yellow bow-tie. Don't ask me what it is about the color yellow. I just like it for some strange reason...

I noticed a pack on the ground next to me and I opened it by the Talons. I zipped it down and pulled out a silenced Silverballer, I placed it in my holster, and a few gadgets. I could use the bag... It's not going to weigh anything down since it was a small one. I can't fly either way so I might as well take it.

I notice that I could slip in through the fence, onto tthe front lawn. I chuckle as I aimed my PSS at a guard, imitating a shot to the head. I shook my head and holster myself one.

"I'm not breaking my vows," I muttered. Cracking my neck, and stretched my legs.

I slipped through said fence and took a stelth position.

"Elementary."