Pfc Allen! `Where's Allen? -
Two youths, one male and one female, raised her head at the same time-Yes, Lieutenant? -
Foley was thrilled for a moment, then shoot-Alex Allen, not Joseph! come on, girl, the boss wants to see you! -
Alexandra inclined her head, her long blonde hair slid on his back-and who would, Sergeant Foley? -
-The Colonel Shepherd! QUICK !- thunder `re Foley, while the girl, sighing, it went with a pitch and elastic casual to the officers' tent, where he held his war council.
Caporal-Dunn! - `Exclaimed, seeing a face that was waiting outside the door.
-Alex! I was convinced that they had called your brother -
The girl laughed, "But do not say nonsense, Corporal! You are always the same, sir -
-Well, maybe you're right - Dunn stood aside, passing.
The officers' quarters, also called HQ (headquarters) was formed by a huge tent, round, at whose center was a huge table, incombro of charts, maps, pens and other mobile devices.
On the wall, stood a huge flat screen TV, connected to a computer, and the screen was a picture of a young man, he must have just passed thirty, with dark hair and eyes of two different colors, not particularly high , slender, with a bullet-proof vest over a white shirt. The name did not appear.
Alex stepped forward, giving a slight little cough-Ahem, Pfc Alexandra Allen! -.
All the officers turned to her, and it was a white male, about fifty, to respond to her.
-Welcome, Miss Allen. I am Colonel Shepherd! -
-Honored, sir. May I ask the reason for my call? -
-Sure. Have you noticed the image on the screen? -
Alex nodded, covering the photo with one eye, was a very handsome man.
Shepherd `call his attention-Allen, listen to me. You have been selected as a new member of Task Force 141, the most lethal group of men in the world. This one - I point is a young shepherd, about 27, with a strange hair from punk, next to him-It is the Captain MacTavish, who leads the team. Along with Sgt Sanderson and indicates another ', which was to have roughly the age of Alex-They destroyed a whole base. I ask you more .-
Alex `crossing his arms, waiting - I'm listening to The Colonel-
Shepherd nodded, smiling-L 'man in the picture is Arkervic Vladimir Makarov, leader of the ultranationalist Russian. It is a cold-blooded murderess, a mercenary, released from a top Russian military schools and with 4 years experience in the KGB as baggage. It is the heir to Zakaev, idolized by his forces, and reliable sources say it has very close relations with the President of the USSR. You follow me? -
Alex nodded, lost in looking at the screen where images of Makarvo alternated, showing newspaper clippings, photos of him as an agent of the KGB, others taken from documents such as passports or identity cards'.
Colonel-shooting Furthermore, reliable sources claim that his next target is the war. US-USSR-
-And how will it burst? - `Ask Alex.
This must-find-you intervened MacTavish, seriously.
Alex watched him with a surprise face-I? But as ...?-
Shepherd lifted up a hand, to urge the silence-I was saying ... What will `do not know yet, but we believe that it points to an attack, but where and when you do not know yet. Makarov is like a bitch, a bitch who knows how to do its job well, it's better that you do not know when there is side slip past his more limited circle of men. Your job will be to `guardagnarti his confidence, his respect, and find out what will you do to blow the war. Then, report all and finally stop. We understand each other? -
-Si. And how are you going to sneak me? -
-Good question. We've provided identity of another, for him you will be Alex, a Russian girl adopted by American parents, you obviously hate it, and he wants to do everything we can to the Great Mother
-WHO? Who is the "great mother"? -
Shepherd growled `-The Great Mother Russia. We avoid these gaf, when you're with Makarov .-
Soap-Allen spoke up again, quiet. We bring you in Russia, we have a loyal contact, and then from there go to the place with one of the faithful dell'apputamento Makarov. Quiet ...-
- Ah, Allen, by now you work for the CIA. Prepared to share between two sharp-ended Shepherd, while Alex looked the last time the face of the man who was killed.
