The End of All
A class 2 armour plated 4x4 turned down a narrow country road. Despite its obvious military issue the vehicle did not look out of place, it blended with its surroundings, just like it was designed to. Every so often the car swerved slightly, the driver was a young man, he had only just been assigned to this operation and was clearly petrified. The reason, or should I say reasons were sitting in the back seats of the car. Captain Tuesday Harrison and Commander Ames Jahnn were both leaning back against the soft leather padding, and both were in fowl moods. Tuesday was known for her temper but Ames was renowned for his excellent self-control. Seeing him lose his temper was something you only saw on very rare occasions, possibly because no one survived them. On this occasion their state of mind was justified. The Director had summoned them. A bad omen, very bad.
"What do you think he wants?" Tuesday asked, sounding almost as if she wanted the question to remain answerless.
Ames shot his partner an annoyed glance.
"You know exactly what he wants, it's been seven years since the last sighting. Seven years and we have had no leads in nearly four years. He wont keep the op running, even though he wants to, it costs too much."
"So that's it then? No, No way. I did not spend the last seven years running around the world looking for them only to give up now." She screamed causing the Cadet driving to make a sharp swerve. "Keep your eye's on the road you idiot!"
The Cadet trembled.
"Yes ma'am."
Ames reached down and pulled a soda can out of the cup holder on the door.
"Drink." He instructed. "Calm down."
Tuesday accepted the drink with a nod and rested her head against the tinted glass windowpane. Ames spared his partner a look before he picked up his notes and began to shuffle them like a newsreader, hoping their case was strong enough to convince the director.
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