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Secrets and Lies

Prologue – Part One

The slight, flame-haired figure grimaced as her right thigh muscle twitched with cramp. Moving as quietly as possible, she shifted her position to allow her hand to rub the outside of her leg to ease the twitching. Satisfied that it would not recur, she rolled back onto her stomach and looked into the viewfinder of the Global Justice sniper rifle that was propped up on a stand in front of her.

Kim was lying concealed in long grass on a hillock overlooking an imposing military camp. Her quarry was not due to emerge from the door outlined in the scope for another five minutes, but she did not want to take any chances that she might miss him. She had been in position for ninety minutes or so following a ten kilometer hike from the drop zone where she had parachuted down from a GJ stealth fighter. The craft had left the scene and was now circling unobserved over the sea. When she gave the signal, she could be extracted from the pick-up point 5 kilometers away within fifteen minutes. She was confident that her arrival and subsequent concealment had gone undetected, but she was nothing if not cautious. Giving herself the best part of two hours before striking ensured that any suspicions arising from her arrival were long dispelled before the balloon went up. Operating in the heart of enemy-occupied Europe meant that she could not afford the slightest risk of being spotted.

She thought about her mother's parting words as she left the briefing. "Kim, Gemini's commander is a very valuable asset and will be extremely well-protected. Take him out and we deal a huge blow to WWEE's operational capability. But don't take any unnecessary risks. You are too important to us to lose. Abort the mission if anything – and I mean anything – goes wrong."

Kim was wearing her camouflage mission outfit. It was cool – for which she had become particularly grateful as the waiting time had passed and the sun shone down from a clear sky. She had quickly located a suitable spot to conceal herself within line of fire of the camp. She had a clear view of the target but was invisible to anyone looking in her direction - she was too far from the camp and too concealed. Unless they stumbled on top of her, she would not be seen by any roving patrol due to the long grass, and she carried a knife and a silenced pistol to deal with that unlikely eventuality.

Kim put the field glasses to her eyes and looked again at the scene in front of her. The camp was a large and active one, befitting the base camp of WWEE's most successful commander, with military vehicles coming and going through the main gate. Her attention though was focused on the green building in the center of the camp, and in particular, to the door facing her. Her rangefinder gave the distance as 1,786 meters, comfortably within the effective range of the Barrett sniper rifle with its single 0.50 caliber BMG cartridge. She would only need one shot, and weight was more important than stopping power. A single shot to the head and she would be on the move while the body was still falling. He would never hear the shot that killed him. She had done this many times before, and had no doubts of her own capability. To the girl who had mastered sixteen forms of kung-fu and who unarmed had been known to take out a squad of troops in less than a minute, making a killing shot at less than two kilometers was almost routine.

For a moment, she wondered about this man whose life she would end in a few minutes, oblivious to his fate. Was he married? Did he have kids? Why had he joined Gemini's insane bid to become world dictator? What made him so special that her mother was willing to risk her only child in a bid to kill him?

Ninety seconds now. She ran through a mental checklist of her status. She had stripped down the gun and reassembled it, confident that it would not jam. The scope was centered and the firing pin oiled. The gun was positioned at exactly the right angle. Her quarry would emerge from the door into the compound surrounded by body-guards – even in a secure base, WWEE were wary of infiltrators. She had seconds to acquire the target – the front or back of his head, depending on which way he was facing. Then she would make the shot, confirm the hit (though this was hardly necessary) and grab the gun. Her escape route lay behind her over the crest of the hill. Within ten seconds of the shot being fired, she would be undetectable by the camp. And less than three hours later, she would be debriefing back in Dallas.

She smiled to herself as she put down the field glasses and placed her eye to the scope. The door was flanked by a pair of soldiers and she watched as one of them turned towards the door and twisted the handle. The door opened and she took a final breath before focusing on the entrance.

Five men in military garb emerged as the guards saluted. Two soldiers moved to either side of the door and looked left and right respectively. Two more stood in front of the fifth man, looking up and down at the buildings nearby. They were protecting a young man in officer uniform. He was talking to one of the guards, stationary for the moment but turned away from her so she could only see his face in profile. His head was clearly visible through the scope.

She shifted the gun a fraction to line up the cross-hairs. Due to her elevation, the shot would enter his head just above his right ear, plough through his brain and exit below his left ear. He would be dead before he hit the ground.

One final confirmation – that she had the right person. Blond hair? Check. Freckles? Check. Boyish face? Check. Brown eyes?

He stopped talking and turned towards her. He was looking in her direction, piercing blue eyes staring as if daring her to make the shot. She felt exposed, as if she was standing on the hillside in full view dressed not in camouflage dress but in brightly-colored scarlet.

Her finger tightened on the trigger. A strange reluctance threatened to overcome her resolve.

Blue eyes?

Her finger twitched and she watched through the scope as his head ducked and a puff of dust rose up from the wall of the building inches above his scalp. His face reappeared in the scope. He smiled. At her.

Kim Director grabbed the gun and fled.