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Chapter 4: Permission to Terminate
" You are positive it's him," Said Steele sternly.
" Yes. It's Jennings. The SOB is still alive, and he's kidnapped two little girls, the daughter's of a federal judge. Do we have permission to terminate?" Asked Charlie, his voice calm and cold.
" Nighthawk and Mojave will be in Los Angeles in five hours, you have my word." Said Steele.
"Thank you sir, How do you want to handle the fallout?"Asked Charlie.
" Ghost...just keep yourself alive, and give Jennings a one way ticket to hell, leave the rest to me. If it comes down to it, the FBI will be allowed to know of the existance of the Unit but not the identities of its members" Said Steele.
" Understood sir," Growled Charlie as he flipped off his phone.
The man Charlie had just sworn to take out, was Blake Jennings, a former officer of the British secret service, and once, an allie to the " Big Three". Charlie had nothing to fear with his identity, Blake Jenning only knew him as the masked CIA Operative " Ghost". That however, did nothing to ease the tension that had tightly wired Charlie's body. Blake Jennings had in essence, sold his soul to the devil. When Intel had reported that Blake Jennings had turned on his own unit and killed all four members. Needless to say their had been shock and alarm. The " Big Three" had been dispatched to take him out and they thought they'd succeeded, thinking Jennings had been caught in the blast when they bombed his hideout. Now, a small piece of paper with numbers all over it had blown that feeling of security out the window.
Charlie allowed panic to fill him, if momentarily before his sprung into action. This had turned into a tricky situation. The Existance of the " Big Three" unit had been kept very secret from all other agencies, save for the NSA. Like Steele had just said, the knowledge of the Unit was allowed, Ghost would have to make sure his mask was all but glued onto his face if he and his two fellow operatives crossed paths with his Brother and the FBI. Speaking of " If" , maybe a little misdirection was in order. Charlieheaded to the garage like a man on a mission.
Meanwhile in an Arizona Airport, Julio Vargas paced the pavement of the runway, he was waiting for that white angel know as the Private jet that would take himonce again to Passadena California. Steele hadinformed him of the situation concerning Jennings. The madman was still alive and he know held two innocent lives hostage. Only a cowards would use a child, let alone two. Julio was shaken from his musings when a roar filled the air. A predatory grin graced the Latino's face when he caught sight of the White private plane semingly barreling towards him.
The Aircraft touchdowned and screeched to a halt a few feet away. The door burst open and the smiling face of Christian Wolfe poked out. Julio adjusted the strap of his duffle bag and then bound up the stairs and into the plane.
" Guess trouble always follows the boss." Sighed Christian.
" Indeed it does." Smiled Julio as they prepared for takeoff.