Chapter 2
Not Alone
Berlin, Germany
Present Day
The black Mercedes Benz GL450 sped through the bustling streets of Berlin, looking nothing at all out of the ordinary. But if the people knew who was in the car, they would probably think they were a little unusual. The car held four Erasers who went by the names of Agent Anderson, Agent Walker, Agent Hall, and Agent King. They were the best of their kind. Experts at whatever job you cared to name. They were skilled with firearms, assasinations, computer hacking, stealth, interrogation, surveillance, and the list goes on. Today they were tying up some loose ends. The SUV drove into a suburb of the German capital, stopping in front of a sleek modern house. Walker, who was driving, took the keys out of the ignition. Agent Anderson turned to face Hall and King, who were loading their silenced MP5K machine guns.
" Ready?" he asked.
" Of course," said Hall, snapping a magazine into place. Walker opened the car's glove compartment and produced a silenced Walther P99. Anderson had chosen a Desert Eagle for this mission. It was, of course, silenced. Hiding the guns in the folds of their specially tailored business suits, they opened the car doors and strode towards the house. Walker quickly picked the lock on the front door. The Erasers moved into the house, quietly and expertly checking all the rooms. Anderson walked into the sleek, white kitchen. At the table was a man, nonchalantly reading a newspaper by the light of a window near the table and sipping a cup of coffee. He still hadn't noticed Anderson. Anderson quietly crept up to him and used the barrel of his gun to lower the newspaper. He stared at a blonde haired man with bright blue eyes and glasses. His face was pale and he looked surprised and afraid. That was generally the effect Anderson had on people.
"Oh, god," whispered the man, his eyes going wide.
" I prefer to go by Agent Anderson, thank you." Anderson whistled and the other Erasers walked into the room, covering the exits.
" Don't act so surprised, Mr. Thompson. You knew it would have to happen sooner or later. It is inevitable," Anderson said.
" Well, Anderson, the way I see it I've got a few more years left in me," replied Thompson.
" Oh, really? How so?" asked Anderson, amused.
" Well, first I'll disarm you, take your gun, and blow a hole in your Eraser buddies over there. Then I'll take that kitchen knife and stab you in the head," Thompson said. Anderson laughed, a deep, chilling howl that made Thompson shiver.
" Try it," he dared. In one movement Thompson had unfurled a pair of tawny wings and smashed through the window next to the table, flying off towards Berlin.
" They always choose the hard way," murmured Anderson. Then he turned, and with the rest of his squad, ran to the SUV. Walker turned the keys and the engine roared to life. He floored it, speeding down the road after Thompson.
" Do we have a lock?" asked Walker, weaving in and out of cars. Anderson glanced at the dashboard GPS system. It showed a yellow dot moving towards Berlin.
" Yes," answered Anderson. He removed the silencer from his gun. Hall and King did the same.The first skyscrapers of Berlin towered in front of the SUV. Anderson looked up and saw a pair of tawny wings flash across his vision.
Jack Thompson glided over the buildings of Berlin, flying away from his home and the Erasers. How they had found him, he didn't know. He had escaped from the School twenty years ago, surely they would have forgotten about him? Guess not, he thought as he caught a glimpse of a black SUV speeding along below him. He wouldn't be so easy to track on the ground. He flew down towards an alleyway, curling in his wings and striding towards a plaza. He easily blended in with the people. He looked German enough. The black SUV screeched to a stop at the edge of the plaza. The Erasers poured out of it, quickly glancing around the plaza. The one who had called himself Anderson must have seen him. He pointed at him and shouted something to the other Erasers. They ran towards him. Jack fast-walked throught the crowds, expertly weaving in and out of the people. Then he heard shots. Two of the Erasers had raised their machine guns and fired into the air. The people dropped to the ground, screaming. He was a moving target. Anderson fired at him, bullets slicing through the air towards him. He made a sharp right, ducking into an alley. Bullets thudded into the bricks, dangerously close to his head. He ran faster, taking a right, following the alley. He reached a wood fence and vaulted over it.
" I'm sorry, this is a dead end." Oh, god. It was him. Anderson had gotten here before him. A smirk played at the corners of his mouth. If he could see under the angular Vision sunglasses, then the Erasers eyes would surely have been sparkling. This was it. The Eraser brought up his gun and shot him. The bullet tore into his chest, piercing the heart.
Anderson holstered the Desert Eagle, watching as a bright red dot spread across Thompson's white shirt. Hall, King and Walker vaulted the fence. They quickly took in the dead body.
" So it was a success?" asked King.
" Yes," replied Anderson. He reached into his suit pocket and pulled out a cell phone. He dialed a secure number. It rang twice before it picked up.
" Human-avian hybrid Experiment 43095 had been eliminated. The mission his a success," Anderson said. He put the cell phone back. The Erasers walked back over the fence, leaving Thompson's body to lay there in a pool of blood.
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