Harrison Schmitt sat at his desk looking through papers and rechecking the information on his next targets. The folders passed through his hands neatly, and his eyes locked on to the next item on his To Do list.
Behind him stood two tall and burly looking men. Harrison always struggled to remember their names, they were just muscle. No brain between the two of them. He sighed.
"Get me the boy." he said aloud, "Python."
Rehan set off to do his bidding while Sanjo took his place beside the door. There was no telling how the kid would react to being summoned. The last person who had worked with the snake had been Mikhail Vasiliev of the KGB. That had not gone so well, but Carsten always said he never failed, so Harrison had to try.
The sound outside the door told him of the boy's arrival. The kid was shoved in front of the desk by Rehan and then Harrison got a good look at him. His training showed in his posture, in the way he stood, and how he analyzed the room for anything and everything before even glancing at Harrison himself. The program with Carten was long, but very effective.
Kameron was his name. He was about 11, and nearly 5,0. The boy had on a grey dri-fit shirt and blue shorts that went nearly to his knees. Harrison couldn't see his feet, but without slouching and trying to glimpse them, he could tell the boy was wearing running shoes. His red hair was darker around the roots, his blue eyes had dark circles underneath them, and his face was shiny with sweat.
"Sir?" the boy asked, his voice wary with suspicion. Kameron was always suspicious, that was what made him the best.
"I have a new mission for you Python." Harrison stated, his voice even and emotionless. "Here. Take a look."
He passed the manila folder to the boy. Kameron flicked it open with his left hand. His eyes looking back and forth, trying to anzalize and memorize the information. Then he froze.
KAM POV:
I took the folder from Schmitt and opened it up. My eyes quickly scanned the page for all the information possible. Looking for anything that could help me.
Harrison shifted in his chair. "You will travel to America. There was a spy on our side who defected. You will eradicate her."
I checked for the name, and then I saw it. The gig was up. I was doomed.
My mind was like a minefield and I had just stepped on the only one that could completely demolish my dreams and crush any hope of my survival. On the inside, I was panicking, I was struggling to keep my composure. On the outside, I nodded and asked for any other information i would need to complete my mission.
"Nothing else Python. Everything is in the folder. You have three weeks to locate target and extract any information. One extra week for destruction. Understood?" He leaned forwards in his throne like chair and raised his left eyebrow.
Schmitt knew that it would kill me to hurt the woman in America. He knew she would be my downfall from the moment he read my profile from Carsten Burchkov. But, he had always underestimated my skill in lying. And, he never knew about my training sessions with Barnes.
"Yes." I said. "Hail Hydra." "But even in that instant, I knew that my trip to America would not include any assassinations of former spies for any Russian organizations. Because never in any of my life time could I ever kill someone close to me, especially not her.