April 2, 1981
They had been preparing all day, making sure they had all the materials they needed such as clearence. Ironically enough President Regan was to have a meeting later tonight in the White House. They had come up with a plan to murder the president. All they needed was an exfil. Luckily Perseus had contacted them a few hours ago stating "I'v got it covered. Just keep an eye out for a db5 car just a few feet away from the building, you can't miss it, keys will be on the front right tire."
"We'll need a diversion, an event like this is garunteed to have top of the line security in place. They'll be checking every inch of the building." Park suggested. They all sat in one of the hotel rooms, working their plan out.
"Perseus managed to send me a copy of his daily schedule. He has a meeting early today in a room, opposite of where we will execute our plan later tonight. Portnova, you have clearance as a photographer. Why not plant a charge in that room, and when tonight comes, blow it."
"Sounds easy enough." She rummaged through the bag to find a c4 charge.
"Phtographers are given barely a minutes worth of access inside, especially being they are in the same room with the president, so you must have haste. Once your finished rendezvous with us back here." He handed her a change of profeesional looking street clothes and a clearence badge. "Go, the meeting starts in an hour."
"Good luck agent." Beck said.
"Oh and Portnova." Benedikt called before her hand touched the door knob.
"Yes?"
"Remember, take a cab."
"Right." The door shut behind her.
"I'll inform Portnova of the rest of the plan once she returns. Beck, looks like your our getaway driver. I'v already told you about what Perseus informed me about our exfil situation. Park, some of the news outlets will be sending in their interviewers for about five minutes to ask Regan himself some questions. You'll be cleared to enter under with one of these badges." He tossed her a plastic card with identification on it. "We'll all be on comms. So when Portnova blows the c4 it wont take but just a few seconds before any security detail will be rushing over there. At that point in time Park I want you to use a smoke canister and fill the room with it. I'll shoot him and we get out. Simple as that. I'll have Portnova watch over security cameras so she can alert us of any potential threats."
"And you?" Park pulled out a cigarette.
He cleared his throat. "One of the.. cabinet members."
"You? A politician?" She seemed amused.
"I haven't exactly known you that long, but you are definatly not cut out for the position of a politician." Beck laughed.
"Thats why Im in the more... interesting line of work. They like to solve their problems with a stack of papers and some signatures. I solve mine with one in the chamber."
"Well let's hope you can sound as boring as one of them." Beck said.
A few hours later Portnova returned.
"Success?" Benedikt asked as she walked into the room.
"Suprisingly, yes." The fashionable outfit she wore made her fit the look of a photographer.
After they had filled Portnova in on the plan they all changed their clothes to fit their roles. Benedikt wore a professional looking grey suit with a hat and glasses. Beck wore some street clothes, his leather jacket pulling the look together. Park and Portnova wore similar clothing styles. Park wore a more oversized olive coat, jeans. and glasses. Earlier in the day she had made a beneficial decison with dying her hair close to her natural color as possible.
"Blonde is a strange look on you." Benedikt smiled as he packed his suitcase. He made sure to conceal his Redeemer pistol on the inside cover of the case, his papers and notes making everything look as it should.
"Is that bad?" She laughed.
"No, not at all, just.." he paused to look at her. "different." They smiled at each other.
"I swear, Perseus could put all of us to death and you two would still be looking at each other like that." Beck rolled his eyes.
They all walked outside to blend in with other people who looked to be waiting for their vehicles. "Good luck." Benedikt said to all of them.
His car was the first to arrive and one of the first to drop him off. He had to admit the architecture of the building was definatly something. He had heard many things about this house, all the presidents that had lived in it and all their odd habits and pets. The lights shined bright on the front of the house, making it seem even more elegant.
Walking through a pair of doors he showed the gaurds his clearance pass. Having seen inside images of the building before he roamed his way down the halls until he found the correct room. It was filled with other secretaries. With the unfortunate passing of the former Secretary of Treasury, he just so happened to be the new "replacement".
He set his things down at the open seat with his "name" on the few papers laid on the table. There were a few jars of jelly beans across the table. Deciding to enjoy a smoke free room he took a few and held one in his hand before trying it.
"You must be the new guy?" An older man came up to him with a smile.
"Yes sir, Charles Aston, Secretary of Treasury." He shook the mans hand.
"Pleased to meet you, I'm-" the doors towards the back of the room pushed open. Everyone became quiet and stood on their feet. "Mr. President." People greeted Regan.
"Mr. President." Benedikt shook his hand with a smile. The older man seemed so kind and gentle. He almost felt guilty for what was about to occur.
"I'm sure you've all read the breifing. I apalogize to have a meeting this late in the day, well night but sometimes we just have to push through it. Anyways I would like to call on..." They all followed the president as he sat.
Everyone looked back and forth between the secretaries that spoke and Regan. Cut spending... he never could have been in a more boring room.
"I've got eyes on all the cameras." Portnova said quietly into his ear through comms.
"On my command agent." He whispered back.
"Holding. Park whats your status?" She asked.
"In the press room with all the other reporters and phtographers. They're about to release us to come inside, any second now."
"Secretary-" Regan paused when two security officers opened the doors to the large room. A handful of people with cameras, note pads and glasses came rushing in.
"Secretary Aston, what do you have to report?" Regan asked him.
"Uhm.. yes sir. You have given us a heavy task. And I am certainly not one to back down from such a challenge. I suggest we raise our taxes by 2%. In doing so we will ultimatly be able to pay off our debt than any previous administrations. Now before I say more I beleive we should tax goods that people enjoy the most. Such as alcohol." If he had to be honest with himself, he barely could beleive a word that was coming from his mouth. Yes, he knew basic politics but it bored him, very much. The fact he at least sounded like he knew what he was talking about shocked him enough.
"Excuse me," a man from the far side of the table spoke up. "I know you mentioned the 2% but.. "
"Portnova, your green." Benedikt whispered.
"Copy."
A few seconds later he saw from the corner of his eye one of the security men whisper to another. They both left. As they did he saw an agent walk in.
Adler
He felt his hands begin to sweat.
"Secretary Aston." The old man tried to get his attention back.
"Yes sir, sorry."
"So do you account healthcare in your ideas?"
"Uhm." He was looking for words.
"Is he struggeling in there Park?" Beck asked, sounding amused.
"Quite." She said, watching the scene.
"Yes sir, I do, did." He tried to keep everything professional.
Reporters began asking questions, giving him a moment from talking any further.
"We have a problem, Adlers here." Park said.
"I can see that." Benedikt sighed.
"Mr. President!" Park dropped her accent for an American one. "What do you plan.." she was giving him a moment to think.
"We can't wait, we have to go through with it. So Adlers here, screw it. Deploy the smoke." Benedikt quickly shoved his papers back into his suit case.
"Copy." Park said. Anothet reporter took over and seconds later smoke filled the room.
Benedikt slipped on a pair of black leather gloves and a balaclava and grabbed his Redeemer pistol. Suitcase in hand and pistol in the other he marched up towards the President. Security were rushing towards him. "Mr. President." He said professionally as he put bullets in the security's skulls.
"Aston?" The man asked, nearly taken aback. "Why are you doing this?" He seemed a little panicked.
"For a greater Russia." He fired one bullet through Regan's chest. "The jobs done, lets get out of here. Beck have the vehicle ready." He said.
"Already on it." The sound of an engine could be heard through Beck's end of the radio.
With his hat over his balaclava, he, Park, and Portnova fought their way outside the whitehouse. "Keep an eye out for Adler, he's a dangerous one." Benedikt advised.
Soon it seemed as if the usual secuirty had been wiped clean. That was until they were replaced by agents. He could tell by the way they fought.
One rushed him. Slipping his arm into an underhook, he placed a firm grip around the agent's neck and lowered the two of them, causing a loud pop to be heard. He used the man's weapon against him as he took the enemy's hand and aimed it at his head and fired. "Keep your weapon under control friends.. accidents happen." He picked up his suit case and continued to fire.
He was able to fire a few more shots before he felt his weapon run dry. "Great.." he stuffed his pistol inside one of his pockets. He took cover behind a pillar, he could see the others doing the same just a few feet away.
"Traitor!" One of the agents yelled at him.
"I was never on your side, friend." He kept his American accent. In one swift motion he performed a "victim inflicted" move, as they had reffered to it during his time as a rookie in training.
Enenmy after enemy came rushing after him. Each he finished off with a move, they all eneded with their own weapons turning against one another. Suplex, suplex again. The final one, he used his "shot up" finishing manuver where the vicitim recieved a bullet to the stomach before it went into their brain. Tossing their empty weapon aside they pushed forwards.
"I see you Beck!" Benedikt said, ushering for the others to follow. Now off the White House property, they sprinted towards the vehicle parked on a curb.
The others had made it inside the car before him.
"Drive Beck!" He shouted.
He jumped through the window, tossing his empty weapon and suitcase inside. His feet and legs dangling outside the car he felt a bullet peirce his hip.
Park and Portnova reached for his arms, trying to pull him in. He could feel his grib slipping. "Just get the DNA samples on those weapons!" He winced through the pain.
"Ben!" Park tried to hold onto him as they began to move.
He felt someone grab his legs and yank him out of the the vehicle before they really sped up. As he fell to the ground someone picked him up and tossed him hard against a brick wall of a nearby building by the road. His head slammed into the back of the wall. "Beck turn us around!" He heard Park in the comms.
"Don't stop Beck!" He screamed as he felt the front of a car shove into his torso. He couldn't move, he was stuck. He'd be lucky if he made it out of this with out any broken ribs.
"Park... do me a favor. Smile... smile for me.." he said weakly before reaching for his ear peice and banging it against the wall, shattering it. "Adler!" He hissed, seeing the man get out if the vehicle.
"Well Senator, or perhaps you prefer ambassador." He chuckled.
Alder walked beside him, the driver putting the car in reverse to let him go.
Benedikt collapsed to the ground. "Why won't you just die!" He unvealed the knife hidden in his sleeve and tried using it against the monster.
Knowing what "Bell" was capable of it was something be expected to happen. Adler placed his boot to the younger man's ribs, and his knee against his forehead. Benedikt stumbled backwards, dropping the blade. Adler ripped his balaclava off.
"Give it up Bell, your in no condition to fight. Your only going to hurt yourself more. You know we have a job to do." He said casually.
He wasn't done yet, he couldn't be. Hearing that name his head began to ring. Pain swarmed his head. He stood on wobbly feet and managed to land a right hook followed by a swift kick to the back of Adler's lead leg.
"Have it your way Bell!" Adler decided to stop letting him have his fun. As Benedikt aimed his leg for Adler's side, he caught it, turning it into a "Twisted Reverse" move as it was known. Adlers leg came crashing down onto his chest.
"Your a tough one to catch Bell." He reached for a tranq gun and aimed it for Benedikt's neck.
"Target is sedated, we got the package, lets go home.." His world became black.