Cornwall, United Kingdom: 11:28 p.m.
A gust of warm wind rippled through the field of reeds as Nadia raised her military grade night vision goggles. Through the greenish tint of the lenses, she saw a handsome dark haired Arkon Tech security guard march past with an AK-47 slung over his shoulder with a Doberman in tow, sniffing the ground.
Right on time thought Nadia, as she glanced at the specially modified watch that read 11:30 p.m. exactly.
The guard proceeded to head down to the guard shack to exchange places and head off to sleep.
When the guard eventually turned the corner, the window of opportunity opened up for Nadia. Sprinting to the flimsy chain link fence, she stealthily vaulted it in a smooth, superhuman manner.
Chancing a glance to her watch, Nadia sprinted to the northern section of the compound. A squat, shiny metal building stood out of place among the non-descript concrete buildings that surrounded it. Heading toward the back of the gleaming laboratory, Nadia settled down in the shadows of the rubbish bin by the building. She saw the two guards stationed to watch the door smoking and talking in a language Nadia identified as German.
Staying on high alert, Nadia watched the time pass until these two guards would change their shifts. The minutes passed as the guards continued to talk and Nadia realized the time that they should have changed was ten minutes ago.
Damn it! Hurry up Nadia thought, as a twinge of panic swept over her. Her mind raced as she calculated how this set back would affect the entire mission. She thought of how her boss had told her:
"Nadia, this mission is different; there is absolutely zero room for mistakes."
So much for that she grimaced.
Nadia made up her mind. She had to wait them out. Even if she failed, no one would miss her anyway. It wasn't like she had family or friends: no one knew she really existed. There was no Nadia Johannsen, it was a lie, just like her "job" as an intern, or her "home". Everything she did was controlled by one man by the name of Jerry Lewis.
Working for WHOOP wasn't all that bad; once you considered that you couldn't live normally. Adopted from an orphanage at age 12, Nadia had been trained in the art of espionage, deceit, and sabotage, as a normal kid would learn their multiplication tables: by heart. She had just turned 16 a week ago, but it really didn't matter. Nadia looked older than she was, with straight brown hair that fell to her mid back, hazel eyes, and a perfect figure.
The only weird thing that Nadia ever thought about during her time at WOOHP, was that there were other agents, but they were allowed to live half the time normally. She was never allowed to leave WOOHP except for missions. It puzzled her at times, but this was not the time to dwell on it.
Minutes were ticking by as she cursed the two guards with the foulest insults she could think of. She could take it no longer. Nadia crept out behind the blonde guard and took her knife and flung it into his neck with immaculate precision. Aiming her second knife, Nadia hit the man squarely in the base of the neck, and he crumpled to the concrete with a thud.
The men's bodies were moved quickly to the shadows and Nadia proceeded to the door which, as she expected, slid open silently.
Nadia took a step in. Something wasn't right. The door slid closed behind her, making Nadia jump slightly.
"What is this place?" Nadia awe-fully wondered out loud.
"Somewhere you don't belong, missy" growled a masculine voice from behind, but before Nadia could turn, the world went dark, and her body collapsed onto the cold marble floor.