Sleek: The First Mission
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Don't worry. The first mission's always the worst.
It'll be fine, you're a natural, remember?
Sleek, or Martin Mysterè, thought of the voices of his dear friends and he clung to the edge of a cliff. The large, bulky silhouette of a machine came into his vision when it blocked out the light.
"You can't beat me, Martin! I'll always be better!" the man said as he stepped on Sleek's hand, dislodging the large piece of rock he clung to so desperately.
Sleek began to drop down the side of the cliff. How did he get to this?
Two weeks had passed since Martin first flew in his Sleek Suit. He had been fully trained on the controls and movements. Fury seemed so pleased with him. Martin opened the door to his small office. It was the first office he had ever had, let alone worked in. The desk was practically empty other than a cup with pens, his iBook, and some paper work. The room was also filled with file cabernets for mission reports. He sat down in his swivel chair; this would be his job from now on. His parents were going to move him out to a small, one room apartment in one week, but it didn't really seem to matter.
He settled down and started to spin in the chair. He played around, getting used to his office for about ten minutes before Tony knocked on the door, "Martin, You have a mission." He gestured for him to follow, "Come on."
Martin sat down in the conference room Just as Nick Fury walked in. He was never one for small talk, "Your mission starts tomorrow. You have the time, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Tell your family you're going out to a concert. Sorry, but this mission is top secret." He turned and pulled down a white sheet. the lights turned off, and the projector turned on. The image was of a bulky machine. Martin took a little while to recognize it.
"Mark 1?" his eyes narrowed. It looked similar to Tony's suit, and that was the only reason Martin said a word.
"That's right. We need it back. It needs to be destroyed so that no one else can get a hold of this sort of technology." Fury turned to face Martin, "You're the one who's going to destroy it."
"Where is it?"
"Somewhere near Iraq. We've read recent amounts of activity in that area similar to the Mark 1's."
"Right." Martin nodded.
"Before you go, your going to need a tech expert. I have just the gal." Fury smirked, "Come on in."
The doors opened, and a similar woman walked in. Her hair was longer, and she was wearing a black woman's suit, but Martin knew exactly who it was. He froze, "MOM?"