Chapter 3

The First Mission.

Flea and Ceaser boarded the truck, Ceaser was armed with a M4 Assault Rifle that was equipped with a high grade silencer and a USP-45 Silenced Sidearm. He looked at Flea we was unarmed save only a large KBar knife on her boot. She looked at Ceaser and noticed he was smiling. "What is so funny?" She asked, her own face devoid of emotion. "Its nothing ma'am." She nodded, "Good keep it that way, we are on our first mission and there is no room for error, now is not a time for jokes or laughter. When we are on mission we have to be one hundred percent serious. Until the mission is closed and we are back on the truck going home. Is that understood?" He nodded looked ahead to Triela and Hilshire, Triela nodded a slight smirk on her face.

Triela double checked her shotgun, making sure everything was good to go. Ceaser did the same, check his magazines and then checked his optics. Slowly the truck came to a complete stop outside of an abandoned building. They watched the building across the street for several hours before they noticed a group of well armed individuals enter the building late into the night. Flea nodded looking at Hilshire, "now is the time." He said waking up Triela. "Its time to go...Triela they are in the third floor, you will breach the door and then Ceaser will clear the entry way." Triela nodded. "This group of terrorists are holding six Italian citizens hostage, we are to secure the hostage while keeping one of the perpetrators alive for questioning, preferably the leader. He is identifiable by a single blind right eye."

Ceaser, Triela and Flea nodded as they walked outside the building, across the street and up to the third floor. Triela aimed he Shotgun at the hinges on the door, blowing the door hinges off; Ceaser quickly kicked open the door and all four of them breached the room. Ensuing gunfire lit the room up with bright flashes of light, 10 of the 14 terrorists we killed before they could react; the leader was knocked unconscious and now lay helpless on the floor of the living room. More silent gunfire was heard in the room next door, Triela and Hilshire returned from the back room and saw Ceaser and Flea guarding their prisoner.

"Very good work, prepare the prisoner for escort. We will secure the hostages and return to base." Hilshire said, walking back to Triela. The hostages we escorted out of the apartment followed by Ceaser and Flea. On the way home, Flea patted Ceaser on the shoulder; smiling. "Good work, your training is paying off." The truck returned to the Agency and they all exited the vehicle. "Ma'am" Flea smiled, looking down at him. "Please, call me Flea" Ceaser looked at her "Flea, is this why i was made a cyborg? To kill people?" Her face constricted into a frown, "No...not entirely...you were given a new life, the people we killed are very dangerous and can hurt many people...by killing them you were able to help rescue six people...you saved their lives." That brought a smile to his face and he nodded.

"Now...get some rest, we have a long day of training tomorrow." Ceaser nodded, smiling as he handed her his rifle and sidearm. Walking back up to the dorms.