3 Hours Later:
Kameron stepped out of the car with a blank expression on his face. Rehan handed him his black briefcase and bade him adieu.
He grinned. Part one was complete. Thanking the man who held the door for him, Kameron continued on his way.
He held his head high even as the collar of his white shirt dug into his neck, the discomfort, though slightly distracting, was something he was used too. The black tie and navy jacket added to the look, though they would hinder his movement in a fight. Kam's red hair had been slicked back, and seemed darker then normal. Blue mirrored sunglasses covered his now gray eyes.
He entered the airport and headed for the check in desk. He had a frequent flyer account with Aeroflot Russian Air, and Schmitt had booked him a round trip to JFK. Business class, of course, Kam expected no less from the HYDRA agent.
The bored looking woman behind the counter turned to face him."Name?" she asked.
"Gabriel Kozlovsky." he said, placing his false passport on the desk.
"Thank you." she sighed. "How many pieces of luggage?"
"None." Kameron drawled. "Just this" he gestured to his briefcase.
She handed him his boarding pass, and pointed him in the direction of security.
"Blagodaryu vas" Kam said
"Pozhaluysta," the woman sounded tiredly. "Have a good trip."
The security station was a breeze. Kameron's pistol and lethal bracelets went completely undetected thanks to Schmitt's camouflage fabric. A revolutionary project he had helped develop after landing in jail on a flight to Los Angeles when he was 9. It had taken many test trials, but now that it finally worked, it was a blessing for assassins like Kameron.
His flight went well enough. The food about halfway through was delicious. Beef stroganoff with rice. Nearly cooked to perfection. Kameron watched two movies, listened to Linkin Park's Hunting Party all the way through, and read through his mission profile nearly 7 times.
He was looking forward to meeting the woman he'd dreamed of talking to every year he spent in Russia. Natalia was a legend within the company he'd once worked for. Not Schmitt's, but earlier than that. She was the stuff myths were made of, and some belived she was only that. But Kameron knew she was real. All too real for him.
No. Kam would not kill her. But he would need to send information and statistics back to Schmitt. Otherwise, the man would not leave him alone. He would hunt Kameron to the ends of the earth, and kill him.
Once he finally arrived in New York, he had a while before Sergei Ivanovich would arrive to drive him to the hotel. He found one of those massage chairs in the lounge and waited with a coffee.
While he was waiting, a man wearing a black suit and sporting a buzzcut approached him. "Do you need any help?"
"No thanks" Kameron replied, adding in a slight Russian accent he didn't have normally.
"Let me buy you some hot chocolate." the man's voice was steady, and the way he stood told Kam that he was trained. Shchit? He thought, maybe. Though he was wary, Kameron agreed and sat down for a coffee with the American.
When the Sergei finally arrived, Kam was ready. He had obtained some information regarding S.H.I.E.L.D's whereabouts and their course of action. He knew that they had heard of the Russian Python child. The young assassin who killed without mercy. He also knew that the coffee guy was trying to gather info on Kam himself. He had failed, but at least he had been well trained, a nice change from Agent Hill in San Francisco, and similar to the two in Budapest. For that, Kameron respected him.
Sergei was driving a red Stingray, and he never said a word to Kameron. The boy reviewed the mission folder before drifting back off into dreamland. When he awoke, their car was pulled over and two unfamiliar men were fighting Sergei in the front. A third - Coffee guy - was inspecting the car.
Kam leaped into action. Fighting like a hyena, he took out the third guy and had started on the second when the final man dropped Sergei and knocked him on the head with his gun. The last thing he thought was Blyad! Who's trying to kill me now? Damn coffee guy!, before the whole world turned black and he collapsed.