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Chapter 1
A large, African American man sat at a large, polished oak desk, sorting through files in manila folders. Looking frantically. Searching. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He obviously didn't like what he was seeing. Max Marks had just been assigned to this branch of the army's special forces. The files strewn across his desk where odd. To him they seemed unreal. Fiction writing by some thriller author. Something out of a book. He couldn't conceive the idea of sending in one man to stop such terrorist actions as the release of smallpox, etc. Even more puzzling was the body count. How one man could have gotten in, killed, foil plans, and get out in one night was amazing. Max was baffled. On the other side of the room, Max's door swung open. In came a tall, strong looking man in full military uniform. His chest decorated with medals, his face showing age and wisdom. Max rose from his chair, wiping the sweat from his face as he got up. "Welcome, General." Said Max, a little shaky and nervous. The general could sense Max's dilemma and chuckled before replying. "Hey, Maxi. How goes things here in the new office? Going smoothly I hope.." "Yessir. Going quite well, sir. Prepared and waiting for my first duties, sir!" Max replied. The words poured from his mouth too quickly, and his uncomfortable state even more apparent. "Yes, Max. About that. May I sit?" "Yes of course." Max said, as they both reclined into soft leather seats. The General's kind actions toward him made him feel more comfortable and relaxed. This wasn't going to be as bad as he had expected. "As you know, Sam Fisher has recently retired. I, for one, had expected it for some time now. He is getting old. As you know, you have been assigned to the same organization responsible for Sam's excellence, and we expect the same from you. Although, you aren't going to be the one trained and sent into the field, you will be responsible for providing the field man with information as he goes. We'll have a team to back you up, but your quick mind should provide some answers for him if he has any questions." "I understand to the fullest," Max replied, swelling with pride and a sense of duty. "When will I receive my first assignment?" "Right now, soldier. You are to fly to England..."
Chapter 1
A large, African American man sat at a large, polished oak desk, sorting through files in manila folders. Looking frantically. Searching. Beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He obviously didn't like what he was seeing. Max Marks had just been assigned to this branch of the army's special forces. The files strewn across his desk where odd. To him they seemed unreal. Fiction writing by some thriller author. Something out of a book. He couldn't conceive the idea of sending in one man to stop such terrorist actions as the release of smallpox, etc. Even more puzzling was the body count. How one man could have gotten in, killed, foil plans, and get out in one night was amazing. Max was baffled. On the other side of the room, Max's door swung open. In came a tall, strong looking man in full military uniform. His chest decorated with medals, his face showing age and wisdom. Max rose from his chair, wiping the sweat from his face as he got up. "Welcome, General." Said Max, a little shaky and nervous. The general could sense Max's dilemma and chuckled before replying. "Hey, Maxi. How goes things here in the new office? Going smoothly I hope.." "Yessir. Going quite well, sir. Prepared and waiting for my first duties, sir!" Max replied. The words poured from his mouth too quickly, and his uncomfortable state even more apparent. "Yes, Max. About that. May I sit?" "Yes of course." Max said, as they both reclined into soft leather seats. The General's kind actions toward him made him feel more comfortable and relaxed. This wasn't going to be as bad as he had expected. "As you know, Sam Fisher has recently retired. I, for one, had expected it for some time now. He is getting old. As you know, you have been assigned to the same organization responsible for Sam's excellence, and we expect the same from you. Although, you aren't going to be the one trained and sent into the field, you will be responsible for providing the field man with information as he goes. We'll have a team to back you up, but your quick mind should provide some answers for him if he has any questions." "I understand to the fullest," Max replied, swelling with pride and a sense of duty. "When will I receive my first assignment?" "Right now, soldier. You are to fly to England..."