ME: I gave Jason a 2-hour window, so now he gets his equipment.

"Report to the Armory in PHYSINT Wing."

That was what Jason got on his phone. After the security checks of course.

Now he made his way to the Armory. The fact he had nearly two hours to kill was making him anxious.

Hopefully his trusty M82 could reassure him.

"Agent Jason?" a technician inquired.

"Yes?" Being the Directors personal assassin didn't mean he regularly got attention up close. And when he did it was trouble nine times out of ten.

"I'd like to introduce you to the Barrett X-M-Five-Hundred. A new tool for your kit. Just rolled off the assembly line today!"

Jason nodded, keenly observing the prototype. It was a bullpup design with the magazine behind the trigger. Picking it up the Anatolian Shepherd found it was slightly lighter than his older rifle, as well as having a stationary barrel instead of a rotating one like the M82 did. Potentially more accuracy. And it had a built-in suppressor as well as a fancy-looking scope.

"I'm gonna set up a target down in the shooting range," the tech suddenly interrupted his observations. "And the scope? It can switch between infrared and night-vision with literally the push of a button."

"Nice," Jason commented. "Must cost a fortune."

"Thank you Captain Obvious. Try to avoid breaking anything or my boss'll make me the newest janitor around here."

He nodded and walked down a short flight of stairs, cursing silently upon realizing he'd have to make his way back up them. Finding the cardboard cutout he settled in and readied himself to shoot.

"Alright," came the order. "Do it."

There was no verbal response as Jason had already finished making sure he had a round chambered. So he simply fired.

BANG!

There wasn't anything left of the "bad guys" head.

"Impressive. Looks like the computer guys gave us accurate simulations."

"Yep," the agent simply replied as he safed the XM500, ejected the magazine and the last bullet in the .50 cal sniper. Reinserting the lone round, he carried the rifle in his back and made his way back to the armory.

"Okay, I've got two Bowie-style knives and a modified Point-Forty-Five, but if your file's correct I don't need to go over them with you."

"Right. Anymore big surprises?"

"In a fitting package." Suddenly the guy rolled in a mannequin with some futurstic clothes covering it.

"It's the Mark-One Black Ops Suit. Prototypes've been field-tested, so you're not the Guineau Pig of CIS. At least when it comes to the suit."

"Yeah," Jason muttered. "Is it me or does the helmet have built-in binoculars?"

"It does. As a result this particular Mark-One is the only known Sniper-class currently in existence, made for either solo long-distance assassins or guys in pairs. So okay, I guess I may've lied in that regard."

"Wont shoot you for that. Can you store all the ballistic protection somewhere else?"

"What? Why?"

He sighed. "I cannot get in a firefight. Do that and I'm dead."

The tech nodded and took the vest and pads away himself. "Don't know what you're missing..."

He tunread to find the Agent already fully dressed in white. "Can't wait to get my ghillie suit."

"Wont that be nice." At this Jason found his helmet switched on. "Whatever you do, do NOT lose this. Only reliable way of keeping in touch with HQ. Plus you'ver got GPS and all."

"Great kid, thanks. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to go be a living killing machine."

ME: How was that for Chapter Two?