A cells disappearance
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Authors note:
This is the first of about five chapters I've already written, but I've decided not to post the lot until I get some feedback, or I think it's been long enough with an update. This is basically, just a tester to see what you think, so lots of reviews would be very handy.
Time frame:
None - Just generally set after Sydney becomes a double agent.
Sydney had just arrived at work and was barely at her desk, when the familiar voice of Arvin Sloane called her into the briefing room. Putting her bag down, she turned to look at Dixon, who was in tow.
As the pair entered, they were greeted by a very unusual sight - the briefing room was full; Sloane at the head of the table, with Jack standing behind him on the right with all the other chairs, par two at the end of the table, filled with faces of other agents. Looking around, she glanced up at her father, who's demeanour told her everything she needed to know - something big had happened.
"Agents" Sloan said, indicating to the two empty seats at the back.
Dutifully, they took their places, watching as everyone else in the room eyeballed them, however subconsciously.
As she sat down, Sloane began the briefing. His face was pale, and his voice
was on edge, both nervous and angry at the same time.
"I called this meeting because of an incident that occurred in the early hours
of this morning."
Everyone looked puzzled, there was nothing important on the news, not that it would have been if it regarded SD-6.
"At a quarter past eight, local time, the offices of SD-9 was hit by a professional team of commando's, who stormed their way in, and with a horrific ruthlessness, tactically gunned down everyone who had been working at the time. This is the last bit of video footage we received"
Sloane paused for a second, as the screens on the desk showed four persons, masked, wearing state of the art body armour, and carrying the latest weapons, mercilessly gunning down over twenty SD-9 agents, without a seconds hesitation, before the camera itself was hit, and the screen showed static.
"At the same time, everyone involved with SD-9, who weren't at work, were killed by a range of methods of assassination. Initial results to contact anyone in SD-9 have failed, and we believe that we are looking at the last few moments of an entire SD group"
Eyes were wide, but still there was a significant silence among the group. Sydney's mind raced, someone had hit SD-9 hard, and from the looks of it, eliminated everyone involved with their work at the same time.
Sloane's voice brought her back to the hard reality that was life.
"Our information on this is sketchy at best, as we have not been able to contact anyone from SD-9 as yet"
Sydney thought for a second, and then spoke up. "London is 8 hours ahead, so that would have been midnight here, so that means this information is 8 and a half hours old"
As she spoke, everyone's heads turned towards her, and for a moment, she felt like she wanted to vanish, but couldn't.
The response was immediate.
"Other SD cells have sent agents to London, but as yet, none of them have reported in. We have reason to believe they were killed as soon as the entered the country."
Sydney couldn't believe what she was hearing. Not only had a group been able to take out SD-9, but every other agent sent to investigate. There was a communications and intelligence blackout over the United Kingdom.
Looking down the table, Sloane knew that somewhere deep down, they knew what he was going to say next.
"I'm sending you all to London, to investigate what happened to SD-9"
Although she wasn't shocked, Sydney was unusually, slightly scared of the prospect of going somewhere, where she might be killed the second she got off the plane, but no-one dared ask whether this was a good idea, they didn't want to show face in front of each other, let alone their boss.
"I know this is highly dangerous, but it is a risk we have to take. We need to find out what happened to SD-9 at all costs"
Jack passed around some black mission folders, and then took over from Sloane.
"Because of the fact that the agents sent in to SD-9 have not been in contact, we can only assume that whoever did this, will expect you to be coming, so we have to make this as quiet an entry as possible." His words were harsh, but very well chosen. Even he did not know if they were being sent to their deaths.
"You'll each go alone, using your own passports, booking the flights on your own credit cards. It's advisable that you don't take a direct route to London, so you might want to go somewhere else, like France, first, before getting to England, and eventually to London."
Sloane spoke up, "You'll take the contents of those folders with you" gesturing towards the folders, "they contain the address of SD-9's headquarters, and the access codes you need to gain entry. Also, I want you all to go in armed, we don't know what will be waiting when you get to the other end, so go down to the Armoury and take out a pistol with ammunition."
"When you've got that, I want each of you to go to Marshall to get an earpiece, and a Metal Detector Jammer, so you'll be able to carry a gun with you at all times."
He waited a second, before carrying on. "Are there any more questions?"
Everyone shook their heads, and he dismissed them, telling them to keep this as quiet as possible.
As they walked out, Dixon caught up with Sydney, who was already heading towards Security Sections armoury to get a gun, and some time in on the range.
"I don't know about you Syd, but I've got a real bad feeling about this one. There are just too many unknowns" He sounded concerned, and honestly, she thought, he had every right to be.
"I know Dixon, there's just something that doesn't seem right". They turned a corner, and nearly walked into Marshall, who was carrying an armful of big boxes, obscuring his view.
"Sorry, Ms Bristow, Mr Dixon, I I I didn't know you were there" His stutter was a lot worse than it usually was, so he was obviously under a lot of pressure at the moment.
"Don't worry Marshall" Dixon said, "Do you want a hand with those?" he turned to see Sydney who was cringing, but desperately trying to hold back a laugh.
"Erm, no thanks, I I I mean, err... Yes please, if if" he paused to shake his head violently "that's not a problem Mr Dixon"
Taking a few boxes from Marshall, both of them noticed a small reddish-purple mark on Marshall's neck. Sydney's eyebrows shot up in amazement, and Dixon just coughed, looking down, trying not to look too surprised.
Luckily for the pair, Marshall was busy trying to readjust his grip on the boxes to notice.
With a handful of boxes, Dixon indicated towards the Op Tech room, saying calmly "After you", watching Marshall walk on, oblivious to what just happened.
Sydney clasped her hand over Dixons shoulder, and said "Did you…"
"Yup" he said, grinning like a fool "I'll see what I can find out" he said, sneakily. Walking off down the corridor, he yelled "I'll meet you in the range in 10 Syd" "Sure thing" she yelled back, shaking her head, trying not to grin at Marshall's predicament, as she walked down to the range, wondering if Dixon would point it out to him.
Somewhere in England
The office was large, and stylishly decorated, with crème walls, a wooden desk & bookcase, all offset by the calming light of a 3 spotlights, shining down on a large painting on the left wall.
The main occupant, a man in his early 60's, was sat in a leather desk chair, behind the said desk, while the woman, again, in her 60's, was sat, comfortably across the sofa, next to the tinted door.
With a sharp, tap tap, on the glass, the both occupants sat up, as another man, dressed in the full dress uniform of a Royal Marine, entered the room, carrying with him a small manila folder.
"Report Colonel" the elderly gentleman said, as the Colonel stood to attention, and saluted his commander, before placing the folder on his desk. "Sir, the first phase of the operation was a complete success" he sounded proud of his job, and he was "From a total of four hundred twelve targets, there have been four hundred twelve eliminations within the last 3 hours, and an addition seventeen targets removed upon entry to this country, sent by other cells to investigate the disappearance of SD-9. We have zero injured, and zero civilian casualties. The building, as it stands, is structurally fine, but some of the offices were slightly damaged by gunfire."
"Good work, Colonel, anything else?"
"Sir, no Sir" he said, standing back to attention.
Glancing past the soldier that stood before him, the elderly gentleman looked at the woman, who simply rolled her eyes, but then nodded in confirmation. The colonel was aware of the glance and tried to see what was going on, but when he couldn't, he just left it as is.
"Colonel, there will be nine more agents coming into this country within the next twenty four, to forty eight hours. They are to be left alone until I say so, are we clear?"
"Sir" he said, saluting, before turning to his right, and marching out, making sure to close the door behind him.
"Is that information true?" the man asked
"Yes, we have the bodies numbered and accounted for. Our operational procedures were perfect" the woman said.
Steepling his fingers, the man leant forward, and said in a low tone "I'm very serious about these new operatives - they are to be left alone, but I want them tracked the second they arrive, are we clear?"
"Crystal sir" the woman replied
"Good, now get on with it" he said, as she stood to leave.
As the door shut, the man was able to sit back in his chair, and relax for the first time in days, letting all the stress run out of him, and within a few minutes, he was asleep.