Deadly Directions

Nina Williams In:

Dangerous Curves Ahead

…Copenhagen 24:14

The woman ran along the rooftops. "This is Agent 259 am being pursued by enemy agents, requesting back up! Repeat! Requesting back up!" A gunshot rang out and blew a slate into the air.

"Roger that 259" the voice said. "Sending help in". The woman turned and aimed her pistol, she fired two shots – one of the men shrieked in pain and fell off the roof. 259 looked up – a helicopter was coming in over head. There was a shot. She looked down, the chopper had just dropped a ladder…but it was too late, the blood was flowing across the chest of her clothes. There was a laugh behind her. She turned and stared- then she fell back onto the rooftop. The woman lowered her smoking pistol and ran away.

"This is Air 034," the pilot said. "259 has been shot request immediate back up!"

…The Pacific Tiger, Hawaii 12:05

The woman stepped off the smaller boat, accepting the hand of the guard who gazed enamoured at her. She pushed her hair out of her eyes and smiled at him before walking towards the deck of the cruise ship. Her sundress flowed behind her; the slit on the right exposed a lot of faintly tanned to perfection leg and no small amount of cleavage. She adjusted the wide hat on her head and put a protective hand on her purse.

"Ms Beverly Pine" she said with a smile. "I'm looking for Mr Jared?" The deck was home to a large pool full of bikini wearing women (some in less) and tubby men with too much gold jewelry and large cigars (over compensation).

The attendant smiled. "Right this way Ms Pine" he said. He led Beverly Pine towards the table. She sat down opposite the newspaper with fingers…it slowly folded and revealed a sunburned man with a potbelly and sunglasses.

"Mr Henry Jared" she said. She opened her purse and removed a Compaq. She dabbed her nose with powder. "I'm so glad I can meet you, your stocks are hardly listed and I am very interested in investing in the – unique pharmaceuticals available."

"Yes well, let's continue our subtlety" nodded the tubby American. "Where did you hear of this connection Ms Pine?"

"Well during my – socializing – I made a suggestion or three to certain…social major players that helped in my recreation therefore leading me to suggest this investment and they, of course obliged" she said with a smile. Her Compaq glinted in the light as she put it back into her purse.

"Well we have a wide range of benefits" leered the lecherous man. "Perhaps you need to be --- debriefed?" Ms Pine smiled and reached into her purse.

"Flattered as I am - " she smiled. "Necrophilia isn't my thing" she pointed the pistol at his chest and fired. The various people lazing by the pool barely noticed the flashes of the bullets, the silencer made the sounds unnoticeable over the music. Then someone finally caught on and screamed. Two armed men ran forwards. Ms Pine kicked over a table and pulled off her long brown haired wig. She hurled it into the pool. There was a flash and an explosion as a blast of water rose into the air.

Nina Williams moved fast. Her spinning kick was low on the ground; she kicked the legs from under one guard and continued the spin to arch the leg high into the collar of an unlucky soldier who was kicked overboard. Nina fired and the guard fell into the water. Her sundress now damp and clinging to her body Nina broke into a run. She twisted and fired over her shoulder before climbing up a ladder and running along the narrow pathway.

A guard came from a doorway. His misfortune. Nina karate chopped him in the neck and rammed a knee into his stomach before grabbing his collar and flinging him into the swimming pool over the barrier.

"Enjoy your dip" she smirked as she rushed around the corner and slid down to the back of the boat. "Port, starboard – I can't remember what they are again," she muttered. She glanced over her shoulders at the three men who had raised their weapons at her. She sighed and tossed her gun down.

"Don't move or we'll shoot" one of them snapped.

"Not at all?" Nina purred as she pulled a string on her shoulder. Her entire dress fell away revealing an Ursula Andress style bikini with white leather belt and knife sheath and neat black choker to compliment it. There were black goggles with dark purple lens' on the belt, latched to the hip…she smiled.

"R-raise your hands," warned the man, staring at her chest.

"Like this?" she raised her hands in a sultry manner behind her head. The guns wavered and that was all she needed. Nina leapt into the air and grabbed an overhead crane head. She swung over the men and landed into a spinning kick to the side of one man's head. The other wheeled around to fire but she pulled a small dark purple dart from her belt and hurled it at the goon. He grimaced and fell backwards. Nina opened the purse and pulled out an atomizer of perfume.

"This is your last warning" the final guard warned. She looked at him and then looked away, the atomizer sprayed the purple smoke at him. He spluttered and collapsed.

"Huh" muttered Nina. "I guess Coco Channel was in a homicidal mood with this one" she turned and glanced at the watch attached to her belt. "Three – Two – One!" there was a whoosh and a speedboat sped around a nearby rock jutting from the ocean. It swerved around as Nina commenced her run along the deck…the boat and Nina were synchronized, she leapt and swung on the crane, she flew gracefully through the air and into the water, her hands lashed out and caught the board, she pulled up onto the large body board and gripped the handles, she was dragged along by the boat. "I love this job!" she exclaimed.

…Undisclosed Location – 15:23

The room was large, a domed area with a round white door facing a large white screen, the walls were made out of cut rock and had black metal support beams all around, the round floor was sunken down a little and connected by two small steps that went all the way around. In the middle of the floor was a leather covered seat.

Hwoarang lazed in the seat. "I was rather hoping you'd learn how to sit properly," a voice said. "Perhaps I should get those egg seats back into my office?"

"Please don't!" Hwoarang exclaimed. "They were murder on my back"

"Then let's not get overly attached to incorrect seating" the screen opened behind the desk revealing a silver and dark purple storm of colour on the screen. The voice was cocky and slightly American tinted…but not completely. "We've got a problem…Agent 259 was killed in action last night"

Hwoarang went rigid. "Penny?"

"She was killed, buried with full honours…before she died she sent a communiqué to us. She told us that the head of Mishima Enterprises is up to something. As you know Heihachi Mishima's health is deteriorating rapidly…she claims he's found some way to cure himself at the expense of others"

"Some sort of fountain of youth?" murmured Hwoarang.

"Perhaps. 25---Penny was our best agent. We want to send someone with different expertise into this mission" the voice said. "And I need you to retrieve her…she has something of a chequered past."

The image flashed up on screen. Hwoarang straightened up. "No way!"

"She's the only one"

"She's a cold, ruthless killer with very few if any loyalties and who turns on people faster then you can say Bitch!" Hwoarang snapped.

"Nina Williams is trained in Counter-Assassination, Espionage and Infiltration. Her father was one of the best in the world at what he did---she was your friend once"

"When I was younger, before the Cryogenics Research, she was seeing Baek and she was nice to me, do you have an updated photo of her? A decade and a half can change a person" he put a cigarette between his lips and looked for his lighter.

"This photo was taken not long after her escape from the Cryogenics Lab"

"Whoa" gasped Howarang, the cigarette fell away and bounced off his leg to the floor.

"We've got a lead on where she is…but you'll have to hurry, she's a wanted woman"

…Miami Airport – 19:05

The plane landed and Nina was relieved. Wearing a long black wig and shimmering blue top with blue hiphuggers she sashayed through customs. She adjusted her sunglasses and walked through the corridor attached to the plane. That's when she stopped. Two CIA agents, plainclothes but their stance was too rigid to be even CIA on a vacation.

She felt their eyes settle on her. She walked towards the airport shops…they followed her. "Okay boys" she smiled. "Let's bounce" she smirked. With supreme control and speed she vaulted over a railing and landed on a baggage conveyor belt. She spotted her own dark red case, grabbed it and leapt onto the ground. She sprinted along the ground.

"Welcome to United States Soil Ms Williams!" an agent shouted. "You're under arrest!"

"And you're annoying" she retorted as she darted away.

"Hi Nina" a voice said. Nina turned and glanced at the vibrant red hair of the man before her. "Long time no see"

"Hwoarang?"

"Yup" he grinned. He spun and kicked her in the chest, she staggered backwards then performed an ivory cutter catching him with a chop and a kick in her pinwheel move. He blocked her following punch but her spider knee got him good. He wheezed as she impacted with his stomach. He rose swiftly, recovering, blocking the pain…then smacking her across the face with his fists. She stumbled away.

"Nice one" she said.

"Yeah, I took a few good lessons" he shrugged. He pointed his dartgun and fired.

She collapsed into the darkness. The last thing she heard was Hwoarang saying: "man she sure can go down with one hell of a fight…"

…Penthouse-M, New York – 10:11

Nina groaned. The room was well lit, everything shone with the golden light streaming in through the windows of the moderately sized house. Hwoarang was sitting on a cushy red seat that matched the sofa she was lying on. He held a Magnum and was pointing it at her. "Hey Nina" he smirked.

"Hwoarang - hello" she said.

"Ms Williams" a voice said. Nina glanced at the TV. On it was a twisted silver screen that looked like liquid mercury. "I'm glad you decided to join us"

Nina looked at the screen closer, a familiarity to the voice stirring. "Aren't you supposed to say "Good Morning Angels?"" she quipped. "And then I tell you where to shove it."

"My name is not important. You may call me Mercury after the Messenger of the Gods. I am the head of operations," he said. A purple blur rolled over the screen. "I work for The Agency. We're a group the world governments have to perform crisis they can't have the average agent work at. We're directly tied to the world leaders – well except the American President, we report to a few members of his cabinet."

"The real brains then" snorted Nina.

"Yes-" sighed Mercury. "Ms Williams, you've got warrants in every country on the planet"

"Well that's not entirely true" Nina snapped. "I think I'm clear for travelling to Latvia I'm pretty sure I smoothed it all out there – pretty sure."

"We'll clear your record if you work for us" Hwoarang said curtly.

Nina crossed her legs. "Really?"

"Yes" Mercury said. "We can give you protection in exchange for you working for us, we recently lost one of our finest agents" the image of the girl with the bobbed black hair appeared on screen. "Her name was Penny Fields and she was killed investigating Mishima Enterprises"

"Mishima" growled Nina.

"The ones who validated you for Cryogenics Research and then proceeded to do so"

"I have no idea what it did to me," hissed Nina.

"We can help you find that out too," Mercury said. "Again, only if you work for us"

Nina grimaced. "…Fine" she relented. "Who is it you want me to kill?"

"We want a spy not a killer," Mercury said.

"No licence to kill? No fair" pouted Nina. Hwoarang lit up a cigarette.

"Consider this your first official briefing." The screen halved and an image appeared of a Casino. "This is the Salute Casino in Monte Carlo" Mercury explained. "Before she died Penny sent us a communiqué of a possible way into the Mishima Enterprises network using the Grandson of Heihachi Mishima…Jin Kazama"

Hwoarang went rigid. "That's the punk who tied with me in that fight!"

"And you've never forgotten it" snorted Mercury. "Yes, he's an expert in the Kazama self defence and his Grandfathers Karate. However we believe he's also the best chance at getting in. Befriend him or do more…and find out Mishima's next schedule"

"Fabulous" sneered Nina. "I get to go in alone"

"Hwoarang is going with you as your field handler" Mercury said. "And Partner."

"Great, I hope they have colouring books on the flight" Nina muttered.

"Bitch"

"And Proud Of It" she intoned. "Fine – if we're going to do this…let's do it."

TBC

Well it's up again. Degrees of danger is finally out I'm going after it soon! Okay so whyever this was taken down I amn't sure but I was probably reported for something. Whatever...review!