Hello again. thank you for the great feedback. This next chapter is any other long one but its a bit of a filler, hope you enjoy it all the same.
There has also alot of research into this chapter. God save my internet history is gonna seem strange, read it found out why.
It was 8.00am; the team arrived back at HQ. No one had said about David's actions, he killed three men without batting an eye-lid. These events played over and over again in everyone's mind. The elevator doors opened and the spies walked into the HQ. Only to be met be Lenny, Frank and Stark, in his pale grey suit and black leather gloves. Lenny and Frank stood smirking at one another, trying to retain their laughter from Stark because of his eccentric expression. Stark's expression was sour, bitter, like he had just eaten a lemon. He was holding a file, looking down at it every few moments. The spies entered, all letting out a sigh at Stark's presence.
"Well I hope you're happy with yourselves." Stark said, his tone fitting his expression, he looked down at his case file." No Grand Master. Three low level henchmen captured. A case of useless money and…" he looked at David, "Three dead bodies, one of which we had to scrap off the ground." David raised his hand like a polite schoolboy.
"And a shit load of Heroin." David added comically. This caused everyone else (bar Stark) to snigger.
"Well seeing how you think that makes a difference go right ahead and tell us."
"With pleasure." David walked and stood next to Stark, facing the other spies. "Firstly we now know what S.K.U.L is selling, that crosses one thing off our list. Secondly we have to track the heroin, and seeing how the UK hasn't the climate to accommodate poppy field we know that its abroad. Now this is where it get easy, almost every region where Heroin is developed mixes it a different way, this make each batch of heroin unique. So we simply find the unique chemical compound in the heroin we have and we have our location." Stark rolled his eyes he didn't expect that.
"Well that's a nice theory but you can leave that to the grown ups. I'll let your kiddy division be to do your homework." Stark said mockingly. This frustrated everyone, the other were about to detest this.
"Go fuck yourself Stark!" David roared. "This was our Mission. Our Heroin. Our Case. So you know." David pulled the fingers then pointed at the elevator with his thumb. "Jog on." Starks face scrunched up.
"Its things like this that make me hate the youth division. Agent Hughes, I could have you suspended from your position right now!"
"Really? I highly doubt you'll want to do that." David jerked his body slightly, which made Stark jump back 2 metres. " And the names Agent Rodeo. Dick." Stark slammed the folder on the table and stormed out. Everyone at each other then focused on David. Lenny stepped forward.
"Well, I guess we better get started." Lenny added.
"I'm really sorry about that. I just really hate the guy." David embarrassingly apologised. Everyone assured him that it was ok; they admired him in a way. "So lets track these drugs shall we?"
Rose scanned the heroin to pick up all chemicals used in it. Oscar and Carrie set up a world map on a board then put drawing pins on locations that were known poppy farms that were listed on the M.I.9 database. Blane and Daisy sat and calculated how much heroin S.K.U.L must have been receiving to gain the money they had up to this point. David thought about whom S.K.U.L would be working with, S.K.U.L couldn't have just started a drug ring all by themselves.
The there was a break through. The scan showed that in their heroin there were traces of ammonium chloride. Carrie and Oscar used this and ran it through the database to see if there were any poppy farms that used ammonium chloride. They found one. Afghanistan. The Farah province, the Lash wa Juwayn district. They pinned it on the map. Blane and Daisy found that with the amount of money S.K.U.L had, £12 million, would mean that there would have had to have been over 30 billion grams of heroin grown, obviously this was going on current street price. So to develop that amount of Heroin the poppy farm would have had to been open for around 6 years. They went through the database. The one poppy farm in Afghanistan that had been in the Farah province for 6 years belonged to an Afghan drug gang called "پادشاهان مرگ" Death Kings.
"Fuck." David said softly. Everyone still heard him; they turned and looked at him.
"What is it?" Frank inquired. David took a deep breath.
"S.K.U.L is working with the Taliban." Everyone froze. David turned to Lenny and Frank "Sirs, we're going to Afghanistan." It was a statement, not a request.
With this shocking revelation everyone took the rest of the day off, except Lenny and Frank, they had to think how they were planning on breaking this news to the head of M.I.9. The spies got back into ordinary clothing and left the school. It was closed for the day due to an accidental boiler meltdown. The spies left through the front gates and decided to all go out together. Carrie said her house was free so they went there to hangout. They got taxi, which David oddly paid for completely by himself. They got there and went into to the kitchen to chill.
The kitchen was nice, fancy. Earthstone worktops. Varnished wooden cupboard. 60cm fridge freezer. A breakfast table that stuck out from the wall. And all the lasted gadgets to make cooking easier and more precise. The kitchen for the modern man. Daisy and Blane stood next to each other, close but not awkwardly, that moment on the cold rooftop did them well. Oscar, Carrie and Rose sat at the breakfast table. There wasn't any room for David so he sat on the counter. It was a slow first few minutes, no one knew where to start.
"So have any of you been to Afghanistan before?" David asked, everyone shock they're heads. "Have any of you been in a war zone before?" the same response followed.
"I can't believe S.K.U.L would do something like this." Carrie said.
"I know its crazy. After years of stopping robots and mind control beams its come down to this." Rose added.
"What are we going to do?" asked Oscar.
"We are going to go in there and stop their production." David firmly answered.
"But how?" Blane and Daisy inquired at the same time, smiling at each other for doing so. David clicked his fingers to indicate he had a plan.
"Right. I know a guy who can get us in as a Humanitarian charity. We show up. Help the people. Sneak into the facility and stop the Heroin production." He said.
"That's a great plan." Oscar gleefully said, everyone agreed. "But how are we met to stop the production?"
"Simple. We blow it sky high." No one said anything. The idea freaked them but they knew it was the only way. David got off the counter.
"Right. I'll tell M.I.9 we've got a plan." David said as he left the room, taking his communicator out. No one said anything, they just listened. "Hello. Frank? Yeah, we've got a plan. We're going in. how? We're going in with amnesty international. Kind of ironic don't you think."
He came back in and explained the situation. They were to leave in two day for Afghanistan and that he would arrange transport. Two days would give M.I.9 enough time to implant memories leading up to them leaving to them leaving into their families and teachers.
Now that the plans were made they decided to make the best of their free day off school. They chatted about school and hiding their secret. Still no one mentioned David's kills or even the fact he had a gun with him. Hours went by like minutes and soon it was time for everyone to leave. As everyone was leaving Blane decided to walk with David.
"Hey thanks for the whole compliment and roof thing." Said Blane.
"What do you mean? I didn't have anything to do with that." David joking replied, pretending to be innocent. " But your welcome. Here I'll walk with you to your house." And off they went for Blane's house.
"David, you've been to Afghanistan, right?" Blane asked
"Yeah. Last trip there was 09, I think. Why?" replied David
"See its just because its really dangerous, what happens if one of us get hurt or even die?"
"Yes its dangerous but as long have your goal in mind and have the people to back you up you can do anything."
"Funny, that's what was brother Kyle says to me whenever I would about ask him going to war."
"Your brothers in the army?"
"Yeah, he's actually in the special forces." Blane said quietly.
"Commander Whittaker?"
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"I've been on a few missions with him. Good guy, great soldier. We worked on operation Polo whenever we went into Iran."
"The British army isn't in Iran."
"Oh yeah. Um no, totally not." David didn't mean to let that one slip. "Has he not been promoted to Captain yet?" Blane shook his head." He had been saying for ages he wanted to. That's not on. He deserves to be a captain. I'll see what I can do"
"You cant just pull favours to get someone made a captain."
"Yeah your probably right."
In no time at all they reached Blane's house. As they arrived Blane's brother opened the door, he had recently finished a tour in the Middle East (and other places he wasn't allowed to mention) he gave Blane a large grin then looked to the foot of the garden where David was. He gave David a wide-eyed gaze in which David responded to with a mime of a tipping of a hat. They smiled at each other and Blane went inside. David waved goodbye and left.
For the rest of the day and the next David prepared. They were going to straight walk into the lion's den and pull its teeth out, he wasn't taking any chances, he wasn't allowing anyone to die, anyone on his side that was. He analysed satellite imaging and create several extraction routes. He trained, making sure his body wasn't going to let him down. He organised transport for getting there and for went they were in Afghanistan. He then contacted his man in Amnesty, calling in a favour for their cover. Finally He made a call to General Grant, a head officer with the Special Air Service. And who said favours could get you anyway.
It was Sunday. One day until they left. Almost all of them were scared. Scared of dying. Scared of being captured. Scared of losing a team member, this was a large fear for both Blane and Daisy. They spent their day with their family, doing everything together, even the little things. They wanted to spend every minute they could cherishing these last 24 hours. During the evening Blane's brother, Kyle, got an unexpected phone call. He took it in another room, Blane couldn't hear. Kyle came out with a sort of giddy look on his face. For some reason he went straight to David, not his parents.
"Hey dude. You know the way I've said I've always wanted to be a Captain. Well guess what? They just promoted me to it. They said I did so excellently during my last tour that they just hand too." Kyle explained, like a little boy on Christmas day.
Blane smirked. He knew David was behind this too. To celebrate they got a take away. Afterward Blane contacted David through the communicators. David was cleaning his gun(s) at the time.
"Hello." David answered cheerfully.
"Hi David, its me. I just wanna say thanks. For helping my brother out and all."
"No problem man. Anything for the Whittaker family. Now get some rest, you'll need it."
He was certainly right.
There you go, sorry if you didnt like this one. the next one may be a bit of a filler but i assure you a BIG, eventful chapter is on its way
also everything in the part about the breakthrough is accurate. except for the Death kings gang, i made them up
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