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Mission: Impossible R

Prologue

Kiev Mission


By: Kagewaki Hitomi


(Is Russian)

"In English."


Kiev

March 12, 1992

3:17:58

Jack sat in front of a laptop computer, a tv, and had a pair of head phones on. His right hand was on a joystick. A woman stood behind him with her hands on the chair.

(It was good . . . that you called us.) Was heard over the head phones and speakers in Russian.

The trench coat man that was talking walked over to the upturn chair and set it right. He patted for the other man to sit down. The trench coat man was older and had a mustache.

The other man was crying and replied, (I don't know what happened.)

The guy goes to set down. He was in a pair of dark slacks with suspenders lose and in a muscle shirt.

(We were at the bar . . . ) He continued.

The trench coat man grabbed his hands when the other man brought them up to his face. The trench coat man lets go and the muscle shirt man sat down.

(...drinking . . . having fun . . . I don't even know . . . )

The trench coat man turned to the bed. And the woman laid in her lingerie face down. He walked to her and brought his hands closer to her face. And opened her eyelids her eyes were in the back of her head.

(...how I got here.) He finished.


Jack had a fully grown beard with a pair of blue green eyes and wore black. He looked at his watch on his left arm.

"Come on . . . come on. She's been under to long." he said to himself.


Back on the T.V. monitor. The trench coat man walked back to the one that sat down. The other man looked down.

He replied, (Your, the only one who can help me.)

He grabbed one of the trench coat mans arm. Who promptly pulled it away from his grip. He brought his hands up and with the left slapped the guy behind the head.

The trench coat man then slapped him in the face. The guy brought his hands up to his face after getting slapped.

The trench coat man grabbed him by the hair with his left and pulled the cigar out of his mouth with his right. And brought his face closer to the other man.

(Come on, come on. Tell me what I need to know.) replied the trench coat man.

(No. They'll kill me.) the guy quickly replied.

The trench coat man turned away from him and said, (You asked for my help.)

He turned around and walked in front of the other man. He put his cigar back in his mouth.

(Come on.)


Jack was watching this and sighed before saying, "Come on."

Back on the monitor the guy said, (the contact is in Minsk . . . )

Jack sighed again, "The name pal give us the name."


The trench coat man stood in front. The muscle shirt man looked up before he said, (Dimitri . . . Miediev.)


Jack looked away and typed in Dimitri Miediev on the laptop computer.

The woman behind him put some droplets of a clear liquid into a glass.

Jack got to the name's with the last name Miediev. And scrolled down the list till he reached Dimitri's name. He smiled.


The woman was still laid dead on the bed. The room door opened up and a woman came in. She carried a tray with two glasses and a bottle of vodka.

The trench coat man walked to the woman behind the muscle shirt man.

(What now?) He asked.

He handed a glass to the muscle shirt man and replied, (Now we drink.)


Jack held up a styrofoam cup to the monitor and said, "Za Druziye."

He then drank the continence.


They both bring up their cups too, their lips. The other man drunk first downing it in one gulp. The trench coat man throws his drink on the floor.

The other man started to dry heave a couple of times. The other caught him and turned him over on his back and he took a glove off his right hand and checked his pulse

The woman moved the chair out of the way and straight out his legs. He lightly slapped him on the face and got up and walked passed the bed.

You could hear the clutter of a chair and table being pushed out of the way and a door being opened. Where Jack sat, the trench coat man appeared.

Jack stood up and handed, him something. He took it and then pulled off his face to reveal that under the mask. Was Ranma with short hair

He said to Jack, "Get rid of that scum."

He walked back into the other room. With what Jack had handed him. He then started to walk to the bed.

The other woman pounded on the wall and it slid apart. A guy and woman pushed it away to revel they were in a warehouse. Ranma walked by her removing his trench coat.

Ranma wore black pants with some suspenders, a red tie, and a pin strip blue dress shirt.

He pulled open a case. In it was a needle and some clear substance.

Another man appeared in a grey suit and black trench coat with another guy. One folded the muscle shirt man's arms over his chest. One grabbed underneath the arm while, another grabbed his feet.

Ranma pulled out a needle after opened the case. It had the clear substance in it. He soon founded a vein on the woman's arm after he turned her over so she was on her back. And stuck the needle in her arm and then injected her with the substance.

There was blood on the bed and on the woman's neck. She had brown hair.

"Claire, come on."

Ranma touched her face and moved the hair away. She started to move again and turned her head ti his hand. She moaned and opened her eyes slowly.

Ranma released the breath. He didn't even know he was holding. He sighed and closed his eyes.

"Did we get it?" she asked.

"We got it." was all that Ranma replied.

To Be Continued . . . In Chapter 1: Prague Mission.


Author's Note: What do you think I know it's not much. But hey it's still something. Read and review. Kagewaki Hitomi. Signing out.