Asa Morelli knew better than anyone else how dangerous emotional ties had on the espionage community. It wasn't against the law to form bonds, but any operative worth their salt knew in the long haul it wasn't healthy or smart. To that end he'd recruited men married to their job, not tied down with wives or families.
Now the first phase of their mission was well underway.
With Brendan in the crow's nest, Asa supervised the placing of the first device in the bowels of the Hezbollah mainframe. Connor Switchblade, (wiring and explosives) and Dillon Lacroix (weapons expert) were hard at work installing the innocuous cylinder that carried lethal amounts of energy that would cripple their foes without the danger of world authorities breathing down their necks. Dillon and Conner conversed in low tones as they worked.
"So Dil you think this'll get a rise out of the spooks?"
Lacroix finished tightening the final screws on the device. "I hope so Switch. Hate to see all this fine labor wasted."
"Yeah, I hear ya there. This's Hunt's territory by the way," Connor chuckled. "I can't wait for his reaction."
"You won't have to wait long. Anyway he's too busy dealing with the boss's handiwork to notice anything else might be wrong."
"And it needs to stay that way until we're finished," Asa broke in. He crouched over the device, examining it for faults. Everything had to be perfect. There'd be no time for repairs.
"Good work fellas. Brendan, make sure everything checks out."
Less than a minute later his computer genius buzzed his earpiece.
"All systems are green and ready to roll Ace."
"Right. Come on boys. Let's clear out. Leave no traces behind."
After a brisk, thorough wipe down the van carrying the four man squad rolled into the bustling street of downtown Hezbollah.
I hope you're ready to play Hunt. I look forward to destroying you and your precious IMF.
He had a major beef with the spy community's increasingly invasive data collection measures they were giving themselves without the public's consent. And thanks to Ghost Protocol, the largest virtual back door in cyberspace history had been created and piggybacked into by his hacker genius Brendan Challis. So during that rare window, he'd ordered Challis to sneak in and perform the biggest information download of his career. Particularly the gold mine they scored in master spy Ethan Hunt.
His records were insanely impressive, but what intrigued Asa the most was the wide variety of agents Hunt employed over the years. No two teams were alike.
But Challis found an anomaly. Nyah Nordoff-Hall. The only civilian Hunt had ever recruited. After the Chimera Mission, he'd never repeated the process. It was as if the woman simply dropped off the grid, her extensive criminal record wiped off Interpol, Scotland Yard and every Dutch authority's records. Which Brendan acquired through extensive cybernetic hacking that left him and the others in awe.
Thus Asa made the call to track Ms. Hall down for him to work his own brand of magic. Surprisingly it wasn't an easy task as she kept moving from place to place, having fallen back into old habits 4 years after her record disappeared.
And that's when they'd located the elusive thief near the Austrian border. Asa smiled.
Gotta be one of my best works yet. And she'll be the one who brings Hunt and the IMF to its knees.