Hello Readers, This is a fairly short fanfic about Stan when he is 27. It may get5 longer (depends on the response I get)

Things I stole: Bourne series phone.

Characters (not owned by me of course they are Comedy Central property.)

Hope you enjoy! --- DaAceOfGames

The morning wind was cold and swift; the season of winter was not Stan's favourite time. Especially since tonight was the 24th day of December. Christmas was a mammoth of a burden to Stan; his entire family had died in a freak car accident on his 16th Christmas. His friends had tried to help him but he had just lost it; lost in his own pit of despair; he just went of into the world. Ditching school, friends. South park all together was now just a vague blur of faces and feelings.

A tear ran down Stan's pale, bleak face. So many people, just ghosts of the past. They had all forgotten about the poor boy in the accident and got on with their lives. Becoming successful or failures, each had a life worth gold compared to Stan's miserable life.

A sudden sound forced Stan out of his thought.

"Ring Ring! Buzz Buzz!"

The mobile in his pocket rang and Stan hurriedly rammed his had in his pocket to retrieve it. He gracefully flipped the phone up and opened the text message it had received . It read:

Targets are: Kyle Brofloski

Wendy Testaburger

Location: Park square, Jewish Hanukah Carnival.

Time: Now, on speech podium in 10 minutes

Stan shuddered. Then he walked calmly to the door, picked up his black leather suitcase and walked out the door. Stan knew the town well and went to the Green Factory corperate offices.

"Welcome tp the Green Factory sir, do you have an appointment?"

A charming secretary asked and Stan walked through the revolving doors. Without a glance he flashed a fake government ID and started towards an elevator.

"Hey, wait a second? Your Stan Marsh aren't you?"

Stan froze it his tracks. How could that girl know him? This could compromise the entire show he was running. Or would that be a good thing? He thought. He turned around and put a hasty smile on his lips. Once he took a look at the secretary he realises just how much of a fool he had been not to recognize her sooner. The frizzy blond hair, lipstick and too much makeup. It was Bebe Stevens for sure.

"No," Stan's voice was deep and raspy from too many cigarettes. "You must have me confused with somebody else." Bebe puzzled for a moment.

"Oh, ok then I'm sorry for wasting your time Agent Gadsby."

She turned back to her desk and Stan breathed a silent breath of relief. Once he was in the elevator he looked at his watch. Two minutes left before Kyle started his speech. Wendy would be there too for some reason. He would have to keep a look out for her. He remembered Wendy the most, her long black hair and pink beret. She was the pinnacle of beauty as he saw it. He was so sorry that he couldn't have stayed with her. Life was just too complicated and that town was filled with to many bad memories.

Stan reached the roof of the building and looked over the side. The square was bustling with activity even though it was early in the morning. Stan bent down and opened his case. The components of a sniper rifle were laid out in front of him. The very sight of the weapon made Stan feel guilty. The blood of the innocent and the guilty lied on that barrel. The trigger contaminated by the lives which were lost in the flick of a finger. The urge to throw the weapon over the edge of the building and himself with it was almost overwhelming. However Stan stayed strong. Once you get into this line of work you can never go.

The sniper rifle was set up just in time. Stan looked down the sights at the stage. Kyle walked onto the stage to a roar of applause from the spectators. Kyle settled at the microphone and started to read out his speech.

"Friends, family. You are all here to hear the word of our god. To sing praises to Judah for freeing us from tyranny all those years ago. We are Jewish people and we are not afraid of the ignorant pigs that wish to abolish or discriminate against us. The Government will take away the law they passed saying that Hanukah is not a national holiday…"

Stan had had enough of the speech. He had said what he was going to say. Like Martin Luther King had spoken about the civil rights movement, Kyle had spoken for his race of people. They would remember him for this, his words will be amplified throughout the entire Jewish world for this act. Stan slid his hand onto the cool trigger.

Stan noticed a movement on the stage and shifted his view to the right. Wendy. In a blue gown she walked up to Kyle and kissed him on the cheek. His finger froze as did his gaze on the sight before him.

"I have been converted by my husband here. We are all Jewish and will not stand for this abuse of our religion. If Christmas is a national holiday then why not also have the days of Hanukah."

Stan barely heard her words. With kyle. She is married… to… Kyle? Stan slapped himself in the face.

"Pull yourself together and hit two birds with one stone…"

Stan re-steadied his sights as Wendy moved in front of Kyle. This was what Stan was, a government assassin not meant to ask questions. A man meant to kill the target or die trying. The ghost in the crowd or bird in the sky, unsuspected, unseen, unheard. A C.I.A official had seen him in the street with a beer in his hand. Homeless and broke the man offered Stan a chance. Stan took it with eager eyes at the time and soon enough he had been trained to be the ultimate killer. A sleeper who would be normal until the phone rang…

"I'm sorry Kyle"

A Kyle and Wendy slumped to the ground… Dead. Gone. Another victim of extremists as the news would state tomorrow. Their eyes still open, looking for their killer…