"To all who worked on our latest project. You did a sufficient job. The target was eliminated, our job is done. Star report to my office immediately." The Commander's voice boomed loudly over the speakers that flowed through the entire building.
Complimenting his people was totally out of the ordinary for him. But considering that his workers had just destroyed a small country, a little encouragement might do them well.
This was Razar's headquarters. Razar was one of the world's most dangerous and lethal criminal organizations. The people who worked there were all trained and ready to act at a moments notice. Razar was used by many anonymous people. Those who wanted to cause trouble and havoc and others who needed somebody dealt with. Either way the only thing that was in it for Razar was the money. Their services didn't come cheap, but to the client, what Razar did for them was worth every cent, since Razar got the job done right every single time. Failure was not in any of the Razar member's vocabulary.
Nobody had names here, only a codename or number that had been given to everyone when they had first been recruited as agents. The mastermind behind the whole dark organization was a man named The Commander. Actually he was dwindling down to something less then a man. The Commander was ugly, all of the years of evil and cruelty had slowly gotten to him, rotting away at his once handsome features. His head was pale, bald and shiny. He was of medium height and walked with a small limp that he had received after a mission. Possibly the most horrid thing about him though, were his eyes. Though they might have once been a striking shade of bright green, they had now turned pitch black.
Looking into the eyes of The Commander was like being sucked into two black, bottomless pits.
There was a hard knock at The Commander's shiny metal office door.
"Proceed." Was all that the Commander spoke as a well built teenager, who wore dark jeans and a black fitted t-shirt entered the room soundlessly.
"You called sir?" the boy asked.
"Ah, yes Star. I have a... assignment of sort for you." The Commander said standing up from his large black leather chair.
The boy whom everyone at Razar called Star was tall, had black hair that came down past his ears and green emerald eyes. He looked just as his father had when he was younger. Or so everyone told him.
The Commander walked over to the one way window that looked over the city of New York. He looked upon it from the thirteenth floor of the building. The Razar headquarters was disguised as a meat packing plant. On the outside of the white brick, 14 story building was a large sign that read: Dolphin Company Meat Packing. The Commander's office was on the second to top floor, you were only permitted on this floor if you were invited, which wasn't very often since The Commander wasn't one which you may call a friendly, hospitable host, or if you were summoned to The Commander's presence. The Commander's living quarters were one floor above.
Star made himself comfortable in a white vinyl chair made to look like leather opposite The Commander's glass topped desk. The Commander took out a thick white manila file folder from a drawer beneath his desk and laid it in front of Star. Star's eyes widened slightly, he wondered what he was going to get involved in this time.
"As you may know," The Commander began, "Devon Lyarus the wealthy oil company owner has been causing trouble for our new friends, the people of the small country la Riche. You see Star, Lyarus believes that there is a large fortune to be made on oil in la Riche and the only thing standing between him and his goal to drill is the president of the country.
"Now the president himself wasn't smart enough to come to us and ask for help towards this dilemma, but lucky for him one of his close working colleagues did. He is willing to pay a great sum of money for our services." The Commander raised his left eyebrow and rose from his chair.
He limped over to a small bar cart in the corner of the room and poured himself a glass of rum, with out offering any to Star. Star was too young to drink anyway. At 17 he wasn't old enough to drink legally. Not that it being unlawful had anything to do with it. Razar broke the law every single day. It had to do more with the fact that drinking dampened the senses and an agent always had to be alert and ready. The Commander didn't allow anyone who worked for him to drink.
"So what do you want me to do?" Star asked, leaning back in the chair, which let out a small hissing sound.
"I'm glad that you asked." The Commander said finishing his drink. He flashed Star a wicked smile, "The only thing that is of equal or more value then money to Mr. Lyarus is his one and only child. His daughter. He would do anything and everything for her. I've been told that even his quiet wife is of lesser importance and interest to him.
"So I've decided that the only thing that would make Devon Lyarus pull back and retreat form this operation would be if something happened to his precious daughter." The Commander paused for a moment, and sank back in his large chair.
"And this is where I come in right?" Star questioned.
"Yes of course. I will give you one week to prepare yourself. You will fly to America and attend the same private boarding school that Kristen is registered at. You must become acquainted with her. We have enlisted you in all the same classes, which should make that part easier for you. I want you to get as much information out of her about her father as possible, for future reference. Then three weeks after you arrive, I want you to kill her."
Star's jaw clenched. He knew that this was what he would have to do as soon as The Commander has mentioned the girl. Even though he was trained by a ruthless and evil man and thought of himself as the same, the thought of killing another person was against human nature. He felt a little bit awkward to say the least.
"Mr. Vidle will tell you how you are to perform the operation in three days. It will most likely take place at night. I will give you a gun with a silencer so you won't be heard. Like I said, Mr. Vidle will explain everything to you in a couple of days. He has blueprints to the school and has already pre planned your escape route." The Commander finally stopped talking for a moment.
He had a mostly monotone voice. Listening to him rant on could become quite boring. Star however hid his boredom and pretended to give his boss his full attention.
"Okay." Star said, getting a word or two in, "So, I get to go to school?" Star kept a blank face and a dull tone, even though inside his heart was beating rapidly with excitement.
"Yes, I suppose so. It is only for three weeks though so don't have too much fun because you are definitely not staying." The Commander said seriously, "You are to study your target and know her every move so that you may know the most precise moment to act and make the kill."
Star got up to leave but stopped suddenly when he thought of something. "What will be my name? I can't simply go around and be called Star."
"You will be referred to as John Laci, son of an anonymous diamond mine owner." The Commander replied from his desk.
"Is this a school for rich kids or something?" Star asked, wondering aloud. He crinkled his nose in thought.
"Considering that the fee for one term at Pine Hill High School is seventy-five thousand dollars American. I would say that, yes. This is a school for rich kids." The Commander answered firmly.
Star walked back over to the desk but didn't sit down. He stuck his large hands in the back pockets of his jeans. Star stared at The Commander in all his ugliness.
"Will you accept the mission?" The Commander asked.
"You'll force me to go anyways." Star scoffed, rolling his eyes. There was no point to the question.
The Commander might not have even bothered to ask. Either you accepted whatever work you were given or you got fired. Not fired as in losing your job. Fired as in shot, killed, dead. Star had witnessed such an incident at age ten, when a certain agent wouldn't accept a mission to kill tow young children who had inherited a multi million dollar fortune. The Commander had swiftly pulled out a handgun and shot the man right on the spot. The Commander saw anyone who questioned or disobeyed him as unreliable and dealt with them himself immediately. The sad thing was, that the only people The Commander ever killed were his own, the ones he saw as inferior. Since the day he had started Razar and hired his first assassin, The Commander had not gone on a single mission.
"But of course. You know what will happen if you refuse." The Commander said, smiling an evil smile that held nothing for its receiver other then an icy chill, "After all, you know that not only am I your boss, but your father as well and until you hit that cursed age of eighteen you will do as I say or I will kill you."
Star was dismissed and he left the room immediately, unshaken, with the white file tucked tightly under his arm. The folder contained everything he would need to know about his assignment. Star walked silently down the dark hallway and towards a private elevator to which would take him to his room on the top floor. He needed to start studying.
