Built for Espionage: Chapter Six

'Sasha' Greeted the blond, short haircut to keep out of his face while he worked. The other man smiled at his friend, his own dark brown hair messy and hanging carelessly around his face, a beard beginning to form as well.

'Yassen, how long has it been? And please call me Alexander' Sasha exclaimed, throwing a hand out towards the man, a friendly hand shake.

'December four years ago,' Yassen grasped the hand, both parties playing nice as they treaded on ice. The environment around them presenting its own set of dangers for both assassins.

'Why are you in London?' Started Yassen, while he would like to play his cards safely, he also had a little boy to protect. And he knew exactly who from.

'Job here, job there, I've noticed you seem to take common residence here' Mocked Sasha both knowing that subject they really wanted to talk about, a crazy and predatory glint over Sasha's eyes alerting Yassen to the danger Alex was in.

'I recommend taking a job elsewhere, London is my ground' Play it off as a territory thing, maybe he could still get the boy out of this alive and happy. Sasha looked into his fellow assassin's eyes, looking over the man as his build screamed defence. He smirked.

'This is a Hunter thing isn't it my friend?' Yassen glared at the man, taking in a few kids playing on a playground only metres away while they talked about assassination and dead friends.

'Not this time'

'No matter Cossack, I've got a job and with the payout I'm getting I'll hopefully be buying a beautiful mansion in Athens with a graceful stunning model as my wife, or maybe a young boy' He dared try that, Yassen pulled the man closer, gripping cautiously onto the shirt material and bringing them closer.

'Dare lay a hand on him and you'll find yourself dead in that mansion' Yassen released the man with a push before standing and leaving the park. Sasha Makedonsky staying behind, the renown Russian assassin's smirk growing as he watched his fellow assassin leave. Sasha Makedonsky also known as Alexander Solonik - 43 kills, so far.

The second day of captivity began with clear blue skies and birds chirping, a rare sight for London. Alex was awake by 5:30 and half tempted to go for a morning jog, a bike ride around the sports ground a corner from the house or even a brisk walk. Instead when he crept down stairs, dressed in a hoodie, combat pants and joggers, only to be discovered by Wolf.

'Not happening Cub'

'Bullshit, it helps me relax, I'll even put my hood up, come on how'd you even know?'

'Sorry Cub, that folder about you had all your morning routines, also while you're staying here you'll be eating breakfast with us, just to make sure.' Stated Wolf as he placed his coffee mug down and move from the breakfast bar where he had been waiting. Alex glanced between the SAS leader and the front door, calculating whether he'd be able to escape the house without Wolf catching him.

'Don't do it Cub' Groaned the man moving towards the child spy and resting a hand on the kids shoulder before pushing him over the couch and pushing him down. Alex gave in and took the seat on the couch, turning away from Wolf and grabbing the remote. He switched on the tv while Wolf closed the blinds showing a view of where Alex was sitting.

The two continued their morning in silence, Wolf at some point making some toast for Alex. He had insisted the teen spy join him at the breakfast bar, saying something not getting crumbs on the couch or there'd be blood. Domesticated Wolf was rather interesting as much as Alex and he hadn't gotten on well when they first met.

'So, what's school like?'

'You honestly believe I've been to school recently? I've been on eight missions within this year'

'…Eight really? I only thought you went on three?'

'Just because I didn't encounter one of K-unit on each of my missions, doesn't mean I didn't do them'

'Small gigs?'

'Sure, small gigs'

'Anything fun? No more skiing down mountains on ironing boards?'

'I went scuba diving, and fought a bull I guess'

'That's different'

'Yeah' They fell back into a comfortable silence, Alex munching away at the toast while Wolf grabbed another mug of coffee. This was going to be his longest mission yet.

Sasha returned to his hub, his headquarters, his base on the outer ring of London. A simple house with an empty yard and large house. He hadn't visited his London unit for so long, that when he informed his trustworthy partners that he had returned to London, well many had offer their services instantly.

For an assassin, he had more inside people than most agencies. With his conversation with Yassen fresh in his mind he began to contact a few people within MI6.

'How can I help?' The instant response with the MI6 company, they next ask what clearance he was and a string of questions before they would give a brief overview of the next step to get the information he needed, this process would take too long.

'Hello Kathy, how's the job going?' He asked, smirking as he walked into his home while in London to find two of his partners sitting around his lounge room. He smiled jokingly at them before walking towards the backyard where he would continue his call.

'Sasha? Is that really you?'

'Of course, baby doll, I have a favour to ask'

'No problem, what do you need?'

'The location of an agent'

'Name?'

'Rider, he's my latest assignment for a much higher price than I've ever gotten before'

'Lucky, okay Agent Rider… nothings coming up. Okay no wait'

'Take your time Kat, I'm thinking about dinner, thoughts on joining a few of us tonight?'

'Sounds lovely, the usual house?'

'As always, how's the search going?'

'I've asked Mikey to look into it, he's nearly through. Very classified this Agent Rider Sasha, it better be one hell of a dinner'

'Oh it will be, also are we back on good terms with Mikey?'

'You know how it is, he's an angel one minute, asshole hacker the next'

'There there honey, you wait for him and he'll come around'

'Okay he came through, Rider's one of our best agents apparently, and top secret. He's currently involved with a new mission involving K-unit of the SAS, there's nothing else really something about that Scorpia organisation but no location or time period, they've been black out'

'Any chance Mike can unblack them?'

'Not a chance, but if I run a few searches for the K-unit members I should be able to get something'

'You're perfect baby doll'

'Morning all' Announced Fox as he descended the stairs, dressed and ready to do the third patrol of the morning. Wolf grunted a 'morning' back while Alex appeared to be asleep on the couch.

'What time did he try to escape?'

'Think it was after five'

'Earlier than usual, might have to be careful with that. I'll be back in ten minutes, you know the drill if I'm not' Then Fox walked out the back door and began to search and secure the grounds, ensuring that there were no strange neighbours or out of place things within and near their perimeter.

Meanwhile Eagle dashed down the stairs, making a loud racket while he basically fell down the stairs. Snake appeared from his room on the first floor not a minute later, a head of messy hair and alarmed tired eyes and ready to fight. The medic glared at Eagle as the other apologised before stumbling through the living room and towards the kitchen.

He threw a pillow at Alex who had slept through the stumbling down the stairs, the poor child spy whipping up at the attack and rubbing his eyes much like Snake was doing.

Wolf narrowly missed an attack from the jokester of the team and instead determined a safe place to be in the lounge room where Alex and Snake were now sitting, both glaring at the overactive K-unit agent.

'I'm making cupcakes!' Shouted Eagle the man moving around the kitchen searching for ingredients and baking utensils. Wolf ignored the man while he and Snake began to watch the news, Alex still glancing warily at the dangerous SAS soldier attempting to bake.

Fox returned only five minutes later, determining a safe perimeter around the house. He threw Wolf and Snake a confused glance, referring to their Eagle ruling over the kitchen. Both men told him not to ask and returned to the news.

Sasha and his team had eyes on their target, watching the very house that would hold his biggest pay since he had started. He inwardly groaned at the thought of Yassen when he found out if the assassin didn't know already. Two of his team moved into position, everyone else already having taken their places.

Luckily for them instead of facing four SAS members at the same time, they only needed to face three. Unfortunately for one of the K-unit agents, he was already knocked unconscious and restrained behind Sasha. He glanced at the man once more, taking in the appearance and foreseeable strength of the agent. ID found on the man had confirmed his name was Ben Daniels, some member of K-unit, which was perfect for them. If any of K-unit did escape them, they would still be missing one from their team.

Only two minutes after capturing the K-unit agent, they were ready to attack, all gathered around the house and armed. A total of six people excluding himself. They were paired up and given detailed descriptions of the teen spy they needed, and rough ideas of the abilities of K-unit, the boy's protectors.

He gave the signal and his team moved in, each pair approaching the civilian house. The evening light working with them as they made it into the house without being spotting. He glanced at the sky, spotting the moon that was hidden behind dark clouds, guaranteeing that it would be raining within the hour.

They had two confirmed soldiers in the lounge room, while the third SAS member and teenage spy were upstairs. The three pairs moved swiftly into the house, quietly stalking the two SAS soldiers in the lounge room, still sitting there unaware of the dangerous and trained team behind them.

One pair moved up the stairs as the two other pairs stayed downstairs hiding the shadows of the MI6 disguised home. His two pairs on the first floor remained quiet as he commentated how the other pair were progressing.

'Muller and Walsh have determined that the target and the last SAS soldier are in the same room, be ready to attack the two on the first floor' He informed them, watching as his men gave no signal that they had heard, but he knew they had. The other team nodded between each other, one standing on either side of the door to the room that held to voices, clearly having a private conversation.

Sasha watched for another minute, ensuring that his team were the only ones to be attacking the house. Honestly something seemed wrong, the two SAS soldier downstairs watching tv, occasionally chatting, the other two occupants of the house upstairs. It was nearly too easy.

Sighing, if this was a trap well be it, these were his ground soldiers anyhow. Then he signaled the three teams and they attacked simultaneously.

Yassen rested against the SIG SG550 sniper that was charged with ammo and looked out through the scope. The weapon, while having many parts, was his favourite, a steady assault rifle made in Switzerland with a rate of fire at 700 rounds per minute and perfect for median range hits between 100m to 400m.

His cheek arched as it lay against the snipers' handle, his steel blue eyes updated the position regularly to stay trained on his target. A man crossed his vision once more, his name Todd Andrews Decker, renown for a dangerous and young taste for experiments. He had in fact been planning to take over cloning research after some scientist, Dr Grief and partner Mrs Stellenbosch passed. Though the man had a high price for his head and Yassen had taken it upon himself to take the man out.

Finally, Todd, often called Tad (T.A.D.) returned home, the man passing reception before disappearing from Yassen's sight as he entered the elevator. Yassen adjusted his sniper before setting it to focus in Tad's main entrance, he would after all shot the man once he walked through his front door. Only a minute later the door opened.

A silent shot hit Tad. He fell back, luckily pushing the door closed with his now dead body, leaving it to rot for a few days before anyone would find it.