Now I am happy. 7 reviews in 48 hours ZOMG. I will try and use all OCs in time… At the moment I am still on the build up for what I have in mind. Want a preview then imagine the current situation then look at the genres. I have hints all around the prev chaps as well. OCs may have influenced the story quite a bit as well. Happy hunting and reading! – DaAceOfGames

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"Excuse me." Said Stan shuddering. Had he just killed the two most important childhood friends for nothing!

"We have made a mistake with your last job."

"You, mean the targets?"

"No, the targets were assassinated on time for many reasons which you don't need to know."

"Yes, sir." The resentment and an icy cold anger were starting to dig themselves deep into Stan's voice.

"Perhaps it is better we talk about this in private. Meet me in the arched angel. Right now."

Stan ended the call and put it back into his pocket. The code arch angel meant the nearest CIA location. These were usually just office buildings which had been converted into CIA labs and operating facilities. The nearest one was Redfod insurance TLC. Stan threw on his coat and started to walk out the door but just as he was about to close it he remembered something. Stan knew something, well, not knew but he felt it in his gut; that, with the fact he had been trained to feel these things gave Stan a feeling that usually shouldn't be ignored. He stepped back into his flat and walked into his bedroom.

"Orange coat, Green hat, Blue hat, Fat ass." He said simply to no one. A wooden panel on the wall jutted out. Stan went over to the panel and carefully slid it out, being careful not to damage it. Attached to the panel was a simple wooden box. Stan took this box out of its attachments to the panel and laid it on his bed. Looking at the box with awe, Stan lifted the lid onto its rusting hinges. In the box was the most beautiful silver revolver you will ever see. The barrel down to the handle was engraved with swirls and patterns. Though there were many patterns there were not as many as to look a mess. Underneath the gun were 6 silver bullets. This gun was Stan's graduation gun. He had made it himself as part of his training to become a sleeper just one year ago. Stan took the gun and loaded it with the six silver bullets. He put the gun into his holster and hid it under his coat. Stan then hurried out of his flat to the building, it was afternoon now and the sun had finally come out on the square, which was now a crime scene. It was obvious what the police would find. Kyle and Wendy were Jewish leaders and some Nazi would have assassinated them. Stan wondered what that made the government. Were they gaining too much support to be counted as a threat to America? That made no sense but his job was to do not question.

Keep telling yourself that buddy

Stan had a feeling that he brain was probably right. He reached the Redfod building and walked into the main reception. He moved to the reception desk and leaned down to the receptionist.

"Greetings my good lady, I have come here to shelter from the rain that is coming in."

"Then go upstairs to the top floor. It's the first conference room on your left."

The conversation they had just had was to make sure it was the agent and not somebody trying to infiltrate the CIA. That specific one was the December code for all sleeper agents with their names beginning with S or T.

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Stan walked into the conference room and sat down. In the conference room with him was a man with Curly Blond hair and bright blue eyes. His face a look of charm and knowledge. Like he always knew something you didn't, in Stan's case, this was the true story. The man was dressed in business suit with a red tie. He only looked 27.

"Hello Stan. I am Luke."

He outstretched his hand to shake Stan's. Stan returned the shake uneasily. There was something about this man which reminded him of the guy who was a mass T.P-er when they were kids on a trip to the county prison.

"I have asked you to see me in person because this has never happened before. We have overlooked which building was the best one and didn't tell you who was working there. Bebe Stevens."

Stan nodded.

"She approached me when I was getting to the roof and recognised me."

"We know. We intercepted a e-mail to here friend which says she thinks she knows who the killer was, you."

Stan dreaded what he was going to say now. The undeniable fact that the government wanted everything to be clean and smooth.

"We have decided that she is your next target."

Stan cringed. Another childhood friend would be lost. Fate has a sick sense of humour to make someone kill all his friends.

"Her address has been transferred to your cell phone. Good luck."

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Stan waited and waited in the shadows of the house. He had picked the back lock and was now waiting with a knife in hand. For Bebe. Stan didn't want to do this, to make another person he knew die, but he had no other choice. It was either kill Bebe or be hunted himself for the rest of his life. But was the second option really that bad? He may be hunted but with his skills he could make it to somewhere the government hasn't infected with sleepers yet. Like New-Zealand. On the other hand he would be hunted by other sleepers each with equal skills all the way to New-Zealand, plus he would still be alone. Stan was so deep in thought he almost didn't notice the front door open. Stan waited in the shadows peeking around a bookcase to see the target. Bebe had closed the door and now was unpacking food. Stan new this was his chance. He ran out of the shadows and jumped. Bebe turned around and just in the nick of time dived out of the way. Stan's knife struck the table.

"Please Stan! Don't kill me please." Bebe sobbed while crawling way from Stan.

Stan hesitated. This could be his chance to prove himself to the CIA, get promoted, be able to live life. Or it could be his chance to go away with Bebe to New-Zealand where they could be safe and happy, at least for a short while. The CIA would hunt after Bebe anyway even if he didn't kill her. Someone would. Stan made his decision


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