Before you start the story, please, read this!

As a NOLF fan (who just watched her sisters playing the game and the walkthroughs on YouTube) I always wanted a third game. And as I was thinking about what it would be like, this story came to my mind. I combined the two NOLF games and Contract J.A.C.K. to create this story. The plot takes place in 1968 December.

I do NOT own anything about NOLF and Contract J.A.C.K. These games belong to their right owners: Sierra, Monolith, FOX Interactive and Lithtech. The story is pure imagination, so it has nothing to do with NOLF3 – which may happen or may not in the future. I do not own the places the characters will go, I do not own the buildings, the objects, and so on. So I own nothing, just the idea of the story.

I hope you will enjoy the story! Please leave comments about your opinions!


Nothing disturbed the peaceful silence of the little Peruvian village. The villagers were sleeping in their homes, taking a journey to the land of dreams after their colourful festival where nothing would interrupt them. In this little sleeping village was walking a figure in the shadows.

The figure had the form of a female who in her high heels were walking on the streets without a noise. The sky was hidden by dark clouds but when the wind blow across the land the Moon became uncovered for the eyes. The moonlight lit the village, revealing the details of the woman.

It was a young woman with shoulder length brown hair and green eyes. She was wearing an orange pullover, a short black skirt and boots with high heels. Around her waist was a belt with many little pouches, each hiding something that would be frightening for a civilian. Well, she wasn't an ordinary female after all. She had a job that everybody would think about for the last.

And that's why she was here. Her job had called her to this country, far away from her home in an other continent. But it wasn't unusual, really. Almost every new job meant she had to travel to an other country, but she wasn't angry at all about it. She loved her job. This meant a lot for her after the life she had had back then. This was a new beginning and she did everything to make everything better than she had made even if it meant she had to be away from home for a long time. But she didn't complain about it. She has already seen more in the world than an ordinary person.

As she entered the village she looked around. She had a meeting, somewhere among these houses. Her contact had told her that it would be too risky to meet in daylight. The dark clouds on the sky would hide them from the curious but mainly from the enemy eyes.

The woman started walking towards the centre of the settlement. On her way she noticed that every door was decorated with flowers, and that ribbons were hanging between the houses. With the moonlight the view was magical. But she didn't have time for just watching. She had to find her contact.

As she was walking in the village she soon noticed a little red light not so far away in the dark. She stopped, looked around to make sure nobody was following her then she started heading towards the light. The light was coming from a little decoration of red and yellow flowers on a door. The woman looked around again and knocked four times.

Following the knock came the noise of steps from inside. The feet stopped but the door didn't open yet.

"Who is it?" came a male's accented voice.

"Mary sent me, she's asking for Joe" the woman said.

"Who's Joe?"

"Who's Mary?"

Civilians wouldn't understand what that silly conversation meant but the speakers knew what they were talking about.

The door slightly opened and a pair of dark eyes appeared.

"Cate Archer?" the man asked.

"The one and only" answered Cate with a light but friendly smile on her face. "And you are Paulos, right?"

The man called Paulos nodded then opened the door fully and stepped away from the way. He gestured with his hand, telling Cate to come in. Cate – after looking around again – entered the little house. The house had just one room lit with a single candle on a table in the middle. In one of the corners were a ramshackle bed and a chest next to it.

"Bruno told me you have information about a H.A.R.M. basis here in Peru" turned to the point Cate without any hesitation. She didn't have time for little chit-chats.

"Yes, I was searching in the mountains" Paulos said and walked to his bed. From under the furniture he pulled out an other but smaller chest and opened it. He took a brown envelop and handed it to Cate. While Cate opened it he continued. "Two days ago I was heading to North when I found this iron gate in the cave" and with that he pointed to the picture Cate was holding in her hand. "Around the cave were fresh car marks and oil."

"And why do you think it's a H.A.R.M. basis?" asked Cate.

"It's a forbidden place for machines" explained the Peruvian. "Even the military can't go there."

"And it's a perfect hiding place for an evil organization…"

Paulos nodded and took a map out from his pocket. He put it down on the table and pointed on a red circle.

"Here it is" he said. "It's just two kilometres away from here. I can guide you there."

"I wouldn't mind a guide" and with that Cate put the photo back in the envelope.


Barcelona was always a busy place even in the morning. People were heading to their workplace with cars or just on foot. But among them was somebody who wasn't in a hurry. It was a tall and well-built man with black hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a blue jacket with black trousers.

This man was observing the crowd while he was leaning against the wall of a little shop. He was waiting for somebody. This somebody left a message for him at home who wanted to meet with him here in Spain – and who he hoped would come soon because being in the Mediterranean-climated Barcelona didn't mean the winter mornings weren't chilly, – many many kilometres away from his home. He didn't like those people who sent him to the other side of the continent just for a meeting. Everything he needed was a photo and he did the job in a few days. Why didn't anyone do this?

As he was thinking about it a car stopped not that far away from him. From the car a tall bald man got off in a black suit with a big scar crossing the top of his head. Not a conspicuous henchman… Just half of the street looked at him with wide eyes and fastened their steps.

After a few seconds the man in the jacket started heading towards the car. When he got there the bald man looked at him with curious eyes then opened the door for him. The man got in the car and looked at the other man sitting in front of him.

The man was Antonio Ramos, leader of a gangland organization in Spain. He had heard about him earlier but… he expected something other.

This Ramos guy had an ugly face with scars crossing it and had the weight of an elephant. A cigar was hanging out from his mouth and the smoke made a mist inside the car, which meant the air was heavy and unbreathable.

"Señor John Jack" he started and breathed out a new amount of smoke. "It's a pleasure to meet with one of the best contract killers."

"I'm not that good, Señor" said John. It was partly an honest statement. He admitted that there were better assassins than him. But regarding how many well known contract killers had died in the past few years – like that Pierre guy… And as the bests died John stepped higher and higher in ranks.

"Of course you are good, Señor Jack!" the Spanish mafia boss – John mentally named him this – put down the cigar and leaned forward a little like he wanted to share a secret. Now, to his greatest 'happiness', John smelled the alcohol too. "And you are a good survivor and can hide from the eyes well."

John frowned. After that Volkov had shot him down he – we can say – hid in the shadows. He didn't want Volkov to find out that he was still alive. He had been really surprised when he had found this guy's 'invitation' in his apartment.

Maybe Ramos saw on John's face what he was thinking about because his curled up mouth evolved into a grin, revealing a golden tooth.

"This job is a though one and I want the best to do it" he said with a more serious voice. "The target is a spy who makes us a lot of trouble. You heard about the UNITY, right?"

John nodded.

"I killed some agents in the past few years."

"That's great!" Ramos became really happy after hearing it. And with that his face became even more uglier. "So you can imagine what the job will be like."

"I think I can" John knew UNITY agents were difficult to kill. Everyone cold tell they were the best agents in Great Britain. This would be an interesting job.


So this was the first chapter. I know it's not really long but don't worry: there will be longer chapters in the future. But I hope you liked it ^_^ Please, leave comments! ^.^

I don't know when I'll post the next chapter. I have to write the 3rd chapter first.