Silent Whisper
Prologue
He ran as fast as he could through the room clutching the package between his arms. "Just through that door" He said to himself as he raced against time and life to reach that door. But time wasn't on his side. The sniper across the yard that was tracking his moves squeezed the trigger and let a supersonic bullet fly and decapitate him. His mission was over… The world was dead without this document that he was trying to rescue. Now it was over. Third Echelon had just doomed the world.
Scott was having his morning tea as the e-mail popped up on the screen. "You've got mail" said the headless AOL voice. He moved the mouse slowly to open the e-mail. He was surely not expecting what he got.
Mr. Scott,
We are sorry to tell you that your fellow friend and teacher Samuel Fisher was killed in combat. He was concluding a special assignment to retrieve the data disk that had the key codes to the U.S. Super Weapon codenamed "Silent Whisper" Since we do not know anyone that was as skilled as Samuel, or even more skilled, except you, we are offering you the fifth freedom. You will have the freedom to spy on governments, the right to use terrorist tactics for counter terrorism, the right to blackmail governments for the greater good of the Humanity. All we ask of you is to retrieve the data disk which Samuel failed to retrieve.
Third Echelon Team,
Colonel Lambert.
The idea of his teacher Sam dying in combat or on assignment hadn't crossed his mind ever. He used to sit there and watch the tapes of Samuel in the training arenas; he never thought that a person that smart, that strong and that agile could have ever made a mistake on a mission. The part when they said that he could have been more skilled than Sam almost gave him a heart attack. He went into his bedroom to pick out some clothes for the journey from California to Washington. He grabbed his 9mm berretta and stuck it in the holster under his jacket. With a glance he looked around the drawers for his permit to take guns aboard planes. That was useful since these days you never knew who might be flying. Looking around the room he spotted the earpiece that he got from Lambert before taking this vacation, he put it on, kissed his beautiful wife lightly on the cheek and exited out the front door. The breeze of air that caught him while he was mounting his bike made him shiver and wish he wore his leather jacket. But it was too late for now. A truck was already scheduled to pick him up on freeway 24. He put his helmet on and quietly rolled out of the driveway trying not to wake up his wife.
The truck had indeed been waiting at the correct spot.
"Scott, Hi my names Jackson, ill be taking you to the airport." said the man in the military uniform.
"I really see no point to this. I could have easily driven down there on my bike..." he tried to argue but got no response from the driver… He lay back in the seat and tried to fall asleep in this 4 hour long drive, but the noises of outside cars and the engine prevented any sleep he might have caught.