Calico City, 6:47pm
The calm winter night was torn asunder by the roaring V10 engine of Agent Salamander's Hemi Cuda.
Its beefy twin turbos force-fed the cold and dense winter air into the monster on wheels as it flew down the inner-city highways.
Inside the heated cabin, the pink-haired agent sipped a coffee that he had brought from a fast food restaurant, his sharp eyes glued to the road.
Beep, Beep, Beep
A light flickered to life on the screen in the centre of the dash, followed by scrolling text. 'Incoming Call: Director.'
The man tapped on the screen to answer the call. "Salamander here, how can I help you, Sir?"
"We have new intel on the arms deal."
"Let's hear it, Sir."
"The location of the deal will be in a storage facility in the Samus District, in the southern part of the city."
"Isn't that a warehouse district?" Agent Salamander asked as he slowed down and drove down an off-ramp and onto the city streets.
"It is. Unfortunately, we only know the general area that the meeting will be taking place. Archivist has gotten access to the CCTV cameras and has marked out an area of increased traffic and unusual activity."
"Send it to the safe house, I'll go over it once I arrive."
"Already been done, Salamander. Any luck with Osprey?"
"She said she may be able to help, providing there are suitable locations to provide support."
"Hmm. I have the map in front of me, I'll put down some markers for strategic positions. Do you still have that railgun?"
"Yes, Sir. I handed it over with some feedback to Archivist and she gave it back to me a few weeks later with some tweaks. You think I should lend it to Osprey?"
"Preferably. It is completely silent after all and it can penetrate civilian buildings and vehicles with extreme ease. I want this to stay as quiet as possible so the population doesn't know what is going on."
"We'll do our best, Sir."
"I know you two will. Once you get settled in at the safe house, contact the HQ for briefing, we may have more to give you."
"Affirmative."
The screen flashed a red phone symbol as the cabin went silent once more. The pink-haired agent let out a tired sigh, he was happy to be close to the house after such a long drive. "I wonder what Bisca has cooking."
The car rumbled quietly as it prowled the snowy streets, the man guiding it to safe haven as the outside temperature started to fall even further.
Sal pulled into the driveway as the clock ticked over to 7:17 pm, the snow had started to fall heavily around him as his breath came out in white puffs as he exited his vehicle. "I hope this snow stops falling, I would rather not be in white-out conditions…"
The pinkette walked to the front door and unlocked it with a palm scanner built into the door frame, a voice called out from inside. "Natsu, that you?"
"Welcome, Agent Salamander."
"Well, Cherry says it's me, so I guess so." The man replied as he closed the door behind him and headed to the kitchen. "How are you, Bisca?"
"Hungry, I started on dinner not long ago, it's a mild curry that will be put on some rice." The green-haired woman replied as she turned to greet him.
"How did your mission go?" Natsu asked as he took a seat at the table, his eyes were growing heavy.
"Almost without a hitch, the assassination failed but the charge took a bullet in the shoulder. They'll live though, so the job is done and dusted."
"A bullet in the shoulder is still better than dying. Hopefully, they didn't bitch too much about it."
"They did a little bit." Bisca said as she turned the heat off on the stove and started to serve up their dinner. "Any idea what your mission entails?"
"It's an arms deal that will be happening in the Samus District."
"The warehouse district? That place is a maze, how are we supposed to find them in a place like that, not to mention it is snowing heavily so visibility will be shit."
"You'll be using the sniper rifle that Levy gave me, it has Infrared Night Vision and Thermal Vision built into the smart scope so you should be able to see targets easily." The pinkette informed her as she placed two bowls down on the table and sat opposite him. "If I need you to take out things you can't see then I'll use the spider drones to mark targets, they'll show up on your HUD."
"Sounds like a plan, but I still need good locations to shoot from." Bisca said as she pointed her spoon at the agent. "Please tell me they found some spots."
"The old man said he has, he marked them on the map for our briefing."
"Well, we better dig in and get down there, Luv."
"Sounds like a plan, Bisca."
The two agents ate their dinner in peaceful silence with the only sound, aside from the clinking of cutlery on crockery, being the News coming from the TV in the next room. It warned residents of Calico City that a blizzard will be arriving in the early morning and to expect delays.
"Hopefully that won't impact the mission, it would complicate things if we have to move about in blizzard conditions." Natsu said as he looked out the corner of his eye at the lounge room.
"I'll bring thick clothing so I don't freeze to death. We can't all be natural space heaters."
"If you can, get a thick white blanket to lay under, the snow will make it look natural. Cherry do we have something like that in stock?"
"Yes, Agent Salamander. There is a white thick woollen blanket in the second-floor linen cupboard."
"Thanks, Cherry, is there any snow tactical gear to fit me?" The man asked the A.I.
"Yes, Agent, there is a set in the basement."
"You head down and get things sorted, Luv. I'll clean up here then be down in a sec." Bisca said as she collected up their empty bowls.
"Thanks for the food, it was delicious." The man replied with a smile as he took his leave and made his way down to the basement. Natsu placed his hand on the scanner built into the wall and revealed the hidden armoury.
"Access Granted." The household A.I. announced as the walls opened up and a table rose from the floor. "Agent Salamander, you have an open communications request from Headquarters. Designation: Director Dreyar."
"Put it through, Cherry."
The table came to life with holographic projections, the aged director of the FTA glanced over to the window and noticed the accepted request. "Natsu, my boy, there you are. Where is Bisca?"
"She is just cleaning up after dinner and sent me on ahead."
"That is fine, I'll save the briefing until she arrives. What are the conditions like up in Calico? I haven't had the chance to check the forecast."
"Declining, Sir. We had the News playing in the background while we had dinner and aside from the usual fluff they talk about, they mentioned that there will be a blizzard sometime in the early morning."
"Alright, I'll pull some strings and get some snowploughs clearing the streets early. You have snow tyres on your car, right?"
"Complete with studs, I should be fine on the road providing there isn't a thick layer of snow."
The old man nodded, thoughtfully, as he typed away on his keyboard. "I'm sending through the mission map."
"Any good sniping positions?" Called out a voice from the stairway.
Bisca entered the basement with a bundled-up blanket in her arms. "Do you think this will be warm enough, Natsu?"
"Looks like it." The pinkette replied as he looked over at the woman, he brought out the railgun rifle and placed it on the table. "There is your rifle."
"Thanks, Luv."
"Bisca, as you can see on the map, I have marked out suitable positions with green crosses, you'll have waypoints on your HUD marking the locations." Makarov informed the green-haired sniper as he drew a circle around one of the crosses. "I recommend using this one as it will give you the best sightlines."
"Well, now that Bisca is here we can start the briefing." Natsu said as he laid out his Glocks on the table and walked over to get some more ammo for them.
"Let me get Mira on the line." The Director said as he turned away from the chat window.
A few moments later a second window opened, revealing the white-haired agent. She looked to be in her kitchen as she had an apron on and smudges of flour and batter on her cheeks and nose.
"Oh, hello everyone. Sorry about the mess, I'm in the middle of battering some fish with Lis for dinner."
"That's alright Mira. Hi Lis!" Natsu said as he brought over some mags for his pistols.
A woman with a short white bob cut leaned into view of the window. "Hi, Natsu! Happy is with us, he is watching TV in the lounge room."
"What are you all having?" Bisca asked, she sat on the edge of the table and was familiarising herself with the sniper rifle that Natsu had lent her.
"Homemade fish and chips. Happy, Lis and I went fishing after I picked him up from school. We got a lot of good catches." Mira replied as she kept working on her dinner.
"Alright, while you all were catching up I managed to organise some ploughs to clean the streets between you and the target, you shouldn't have any trouble getting there, but getting out in the blizzard could prove a challenge." Makarov announced as he finally turned back to the camera.
"Well, I hope we are done before it happens then." Natsu replied as he got a set of snow camo clothing. "Speaking of which, do we have a time yet?"
"Approximately 0500 hours to 0600 hours. You'll need to investigate then warehouses in this area." The old man informed the group as he highlighted a set of buildings in yellow. "We have detected unusual activity among these buildings. For example, there have been regular patrols conducted around these warehouses."
A holographic screen rose from the table and played a snippet of footage from the CCTV camera, it showed various pairs of men and women armed with Uzis patrolling the area in sets of two.
A square appeared around the head of one of the men, expanding to show the face of the man. "We ran this image through our facial recognition software and came back with a hit. It is Kageyama, a member of the terror cell known as Eisenwald. And we had a few other hits too." Makarov said as the recording sped forward before stopping on another pair, the square appearing once again but this time highlighting both people. "You are looking at Rayule and Byard, both are members of Eisenwald."
"So, suffice to say, we know roughly where we need to look. Within their patrol routes." Natsu said as he glanced at the map. "Do we have their full loop, or will I need to put trackers on them?"
"We have a general idea of their route, enough to give you a search area, but we don't have their exact path so it would be a good idea to set a swarm of trackers in their known pathway and have them latch onto the patrols as they go by."
"Copy that, Sir."
"Any idea what they have in the warehouses?" Mira asked the old man. "Anything we should keep an eye out for?"
"The items in the warehouses vary from time to time depending on what company is currently utilising them, so we can't say for sure what exactly you will be looking for, but expect greater concentrations of terrorists the closer you get to their building."
"What about any documents?" Lis chimed in, faintly.
"She has a good point." The model agreed with a nod. "Has Levy checked for any files containing details on what the warehouses are being used for?"
"She did, some were able to be pulled but others must have been either saved on a portable hard drive or are only on paper. We couldn't find anything out of the ordinary."
"That is troubling…" The pinkette said as a frown grew on his face, he shook the thought from his head. "Ultimately, what the warehouses contain isn't our concern, as long as we can find the targets and recon the deal. That is all we really need to worry about."
"I agree with Natsu." Mira said, she walked away from the screen and the sound of an oven being opened came through the call.
"Likewise." Said the green-haired agent. "What else do we have, or will the rest be worked out on the field?"
"Just building plans, these warehouses are of a standardised design so they all share the same layout, this." Makarov said as another hologram formed, this time showing a detailed 3D layout of the warehouse. "Aside from that, we are all done. Be up by 0400 hours to ensure you are in position for the arms deal."
"Affirmative, Sir." All three of the agents replied in almost perfect unison.
"That will be all, have a good night." The old man said as he ended the briefing and closed his communication window.
"I think we ought to call it a night soon." Bisca said as she looked between the pinkette and the holographic chat window displaying Mira.
"Get your gear sorted before you turn in. Just to make sure you don't forget anything." Mira ordered as she reached for the interface. "Goodnight you two."
"You won't ever let me live that down, will you Mira?" Natsu asked with a sigh, he crossed his arms and shook his head in annoyance.
"Nope~." The beautiful agent cheered, playfully, as she gave him a wink.
"Off you go, you naughty girl, before I come back and punish you." The pinkette replied as he closed the call. "Let's finish up here and call it a night, Bisca."
"Sounds good, Luv." The sniper said as she started collecting up her gear.
4:27 am, Calico Safe House
Natsu stood by the lounge room window, sipping a mug of coffee as he stared out at the black night sky. He could hear near-silent footsteps approaching him from behind as a voice greeted his ears.
"Roads clear?"
"Yeah, the truck went by not long ago and Levy has assured me that the roads are all clear of snow between here and the Samus District." Natsu replied as the green-haired agent came to a stop by his side. "I've already cleared the snow from the driveway and my car."
"I'm all set to roll if you are, have you got everything?"
"I triple checked after my shower, laid it all out on the bed. I have everything I could need, what about you?" He finished off his coffee and placed the mug in the sink. He could hear Bisca follow him into the kitchen.
"Got your sniper, the ammo, my winter camo, and that white blanket. Plus a backup weapon just in case. And of course, my Tac-com, I see you haven't forgotten yours."
"Cut the crap." Natsu growled as he placed a hand on his left forearm. "I already get enough of it from Mira, and Zeref."
"Well, you know what she is like, once she has something she won't let it go until something juicier comes up."
"That is true, if we are all set, let's get going."
"Sounds like a plan, Luv." Bisca said as the two Agents slipped out of the house and locked it up behind them on their way to the car.
"You know the drill." Sal said as he got into the black muscle car.
"Codenames from here on, are we green to go Agent Demon?" Osprey asked as she slipped into the other side of the car, she popped her white boots up onto the dash lazily.
"I'm all set up on my end, linking with your feeds now and uploading the most up-to-date Intel we have."
The contacts that the two agents had, flashed to life before their eyes. Across their HUDs bars began filling as each element was brought online.
"Alright, you are all good to go, just get into position and we can begin."
Sal pulled out onto the road and headed to the Samus District. "When we get closer, I'm shutting off the lights."
"Good idea, but make sure we don't end up in a wreck, will ya, luv."
"I'll try my best."
Samus District, Calico City, 4:55 am
The black car prowled the deathly silent streets, slipping from streetlight to streetlight while vanishing in the darkness between.
"How far to my position?" Osprey asked the other agent as she looked out into the darkness.
"A street over, I'll leave the car near you." Sal replied as he scanned the road using the night vision mode on his contacts.
"Are you going to walk there, Luv?" The sniper asked as she turned her head to the man.
"It's for the best, even with the mufflers in the exhaust of the car, it still makes a noticeable noise. Just make sure you don't accidentally hit the switch that opens the valves."
"Bypass valves?"
"Yeah, better airflow."
"Well, enough car talk, anything I need to know about your rifle?" The greenette asked as she took one of the bullets from a pouch on her belt.
"There is no perceptible bullet drop and you don't have to worry about atmospheric influences on the bullet, that dial adjusts the power of the rail. Aside from that, just aim for their heads and pull the trigger to watch them explode like watermelons."
"Easy enough."
"It's a cakewalk." Sal said as he pulled over. "Take the wheel, I'll go clear the alleyway. Follow me in when I signal you."
The pinkette stepped out of the car and walked to the mouth of the alleyway. It was wide enough to fit his car in and open the doors almost completely. He raised the ambient temperature enough for the snow to melt as he slowly walked between the buildings. "Alright, Osprey. Bring in the car and get set up on the tower, I'm heading in now."
"Copy that, Sal, I'll let you know when I am in position."
A low rumbled faintly echoed down the alley as the car pulled in behind the agent. Sal glanced over his shoulder at the greenette then shut off his magic aura and started to trudge through the snow to the warehouses.
The sniper watched as the man disappeared into the buildings, she brought the car to a stop and turned it off. 'Alright, Biz, showtime.'
"Osprey, I am highlighting the tower for you. Get up to a high position and scout around for it."
"Thanks, Demon, moving out now." Replied the agent as she glanced around the alleyway to find the best way up. Agent Osprey crouched down, feeling the muscles in her legs fill with explosive power.
'Up we go.' She said to herself as she launched into the air, reaching out her arms to grab onto the warehouse guttering with a firm grip.
The greenette locked her hands onto the building and deftly pivoted her body up and over with the finesse of a gymnast.
"I see the tower, moving into firing position." Osprey said as a water tower loomed in the darkness not far from her, its outline highlighted in a yellow glow.
"Good. Sal, careful, you are about to run into a patrol." M informed the pinkette as her eyes skimmed over the CCTV feeds.
"Thanks for the heads up."
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Agent Salamander pressed his back against the nearest wall as his hair turned snowy white, he pulled the snow camo half balaclava up obscuring him further as the sounds of a pair of slow footsteps reached his ears.
"Fuckin' cold, ain't it?"
"Fuckin' oath, freezin' my nuts off
"Why are we stuck out in this fuckin' cold?"
"I don't fuckin' know, boss' orders. We gotta keep an eye out for trouble and make sure nothin' goes down at the deal."
The patrol passed by the narrow alley housing the hidden agent, Sal reached into one of his pouches and took out a handful of spider drones. He placed them down by the corner of the building then quickly moved past the patrol route. "Tracking Swarm in place, moving further into the target zone."
"Copy that, Sal."
The man slipped out of the shadows and broke out in a near-silent run, the only sound was the coarse rustling of snow being moved out of the way by the white combat boots.
His breath came out in short, sharp gusts from his nose as he moved from warehouse to warehouse. 'Looks like things are getting thicker, must mean I am getting closer.'
The low rumble of vehicles drifted over to his ears from a nearby street, moments later he was greeted by the soft drawl of Agent Osprey.
"Hey luv, I have eyes on a column of black SUVs, I can't quite make out the emblem on the sides but they seem to be heading left at the intersection in front of you."
"I have eyes on them too, Sal, but they are scrambling my CCTV feed so I can't get a clear picture. Wait. They are coming to a stop. Marking the warehouse now."
Sal saw a waypoint marker pop up on his HUD not far from his current location and silently thanked his handler. He noticed that there was another patrol about to cross the alley he was running down. 'Going to have to risk it, there is a high chance that the arms deal is about to go down…' The agent primed his body for a quick burst of power as he sprinted towards the intersection of the alleyways, he became a blur as he flashed through the gap only metres ahead of the terrorist patrol.
"Huh, did you see something ahead of us?"
"Lady, all I see is snow, snow, and more snow. Why?"
"Dude, I'm serious, I swear I saw something run by, just up ahead of us."
"Are you sure it wasn't the snow shifting directions as it falls?"
"I… I don't even know anymore, this whole deal has me on edge, but if the boss wants it then who am I to say otherwise."
The woman stole a glance down the alleyway that she swore she saw movement but she was only met with snow for as far as she could see. "Guess it really was nothing."
It had only taken moments for Sal to reach his target thanks to the speed he had maintained, he quickly slowed back down to a more stealthy and quiet pace as he slinked around to the rear entrance of the warehouse.
"I've got two guards by the rear access, how should I proceed?" The agent asked as he peeked around the corner of the warehouse.
"Keep it quiet, put them to sleep or find another access point." M responded, switching one of her monitors to Sal's live feed. "A window or something."
The man pulled back from the corner and ran his eyes along the high wall of the building, looking for a window large enough to slip in through. He spotted one after a moment of searching. It was high, near the roof, and the only way up is to climb up the downpipe.
Sal prayed to Kami as he gripped the metal pipe, he gave it a gentle tug to make sure it won't come away from the wall then gripped it with his legs as he started to work his way up the pipe.
'Slowly and quietly, gotta get in there quickly.'
The agent reached the window with ease and gently pulled it open, he slipped through the gap silently and closed the window behind him. "Alright, I'm in the warehouse, moving to get a good vantage point over the meeting." He moved along the catwalk, looking for a quiet and dark spot where he can drop down to the concrete floor.
Finding it near the doors to the warehouse, he slipped down off the walkway, silently. Landing down behind some boxes and pressing against them, staying out of sight of any patrols as he eavesdrops on the arms deal.
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A finely dressed man stood among the group of gun-wielding men, his angular face focused upon the approaching armoured men that were carrying in reinforced boxes in their arms.
"Eh, Erigor, right?" Asked one of the soldiers as they walked to the white-haired man, a tablet in their hand.
"Yes, that is me. Are these the weapons that I ordered?"
"Yes, I am sure you'll find the contents to your liking." Replied the soldier as she handed the tablet over. "Inspect the manifest for yourself."
Erigor took the device from the woman and quickly skimmed through it, his head nodding slowly in acceptance. He turned to a group off to the side and quickly gestured them to the crates of weapons. "Start hooking them up to the vans."
"Hold that thought." The soldier ordered. "Money."
"Morty, take Rick and grab the cases from the office." The white-haired man called out over his shoulder, he turned his head back to the woman in full ballistic armour, looking into the mask covering her face. "I wouldn't worry about that, we always pay for quality."
"And we deliver quality goods, providing we are paid for our services, we go to great lengths to ensure all of our customers retain their anonymity."
"Speaking of quality." Erigor continued, he held his hand up to halt his two men with the briefcases. "How can I be sure that these are of the highest quality?"
"You're free to crack one open and take a whiff of it yourself." Replied a rough voice as a man with long black hair approached the group, he was flanked by a woman with blue wavy hair. They both were in full ballistic armour but have chosen to forgo wearing any headgear.
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"Ah shit, you seeing what I am seeing, M?" The agent asked as he stared in disbelief at the black-haired man, he had metal studs and piercing all over his face, his identity was obvious to Sal.
"Yeah. It's Captain Black Steel and Lieutenant Storm…"
"This is bad news, if Phantom are the ones dealing weapons to these terror cells then we have a big problem." The hidden agent shifted slightly as he glanced at the crates of weapons, he was wondering what they contained. What had these mercenaries supplied the terrorists…? "Considering those Mercs receive contracts from the government to do tasks that they don't want to do. Yeah, I know what's going on." Sal continued, he glanced over at the vans and read the logos on the side. "Those are pest control vans, troop transports?"
"Maybe something more sinister, stay hidden and keep your eyes on the deal. I'm sending your feed to the Director."
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"I think I'll take your word for it, Black Steel. Unless I am mistaken, you don't go back on a deal." Erigor said as he appraised the man before him. He carefully studied the man's face for any sign of deceit with a frown adorning his face.
"You're damn right, now pay up. We go to great lengths to keep these sales away from prying eyes, and the longer we fuck about, the more likely someone will come snooping."
Erigor conceded, he signed the tablet and handed it back to the masked woman. "Rick, Morty, give them the cases. The rest of you start setting up the vans."
"Good." Black Steel said as he turned to the blunette next to him, making no effort to lower his voice. "Run the cash through the counters, I want make sure we aren't being cheated."
"Yes, Sir." Storm replied as she directed the two terrorists back out to the vans.
The black-haired man turned back to the head terrorist. "Let's talk about future purchases."
"Sounds like a good idea, come up to my office, our men can handle the rest of the transfer." Erigor replied as he turned, he started pointing to various people and sending them to set up the dozen vans.
Once all the terrorists had their orders, Erigor led Black Steel up to his office on the second floor of the warehouse, where they can oversee the transfer.
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"Agent Salamander, you have new orders: Find out what is being loaded onto those vans." Came the firm voice of the Director.
"Copy that. I'll get into position and wait for an opening." The agent replied as he started moving from cover to cover as quickly as he can. The man kept his movements quiet so he wouldn't be detected by anyone nearby or by Black Steel himself. "What is the situation outside, Osprey?" He asked as he spared a quick glance outside.
"Cold. Really fucking cold. Snow is picking up, I had to switch to Thermals to cut through the snow and see the heat sigs. I've got about two dozen outside, maybe more."
"Hold fire, for now, if things go up shit creek then you can start to take down targets. Stick to terrorists though as we don't need Phantom getting too shitty with us." M ordered.
Sal slipped into cover behind one of the rest control vans that had already been loaded up with a container. He quietly opened the rear doors and slipped into it, closing the door behind him. "I'm in. Now let's see what we have here…" The man switched to Night Vision and took in the contents of the van. "The van seems to be outfitted with an industrial-grade fumigation machine, looks to be capable of high-pressure dispersion." Sal moved to the machine and knelt down beside the unmarked container. "Checking the contents of the container now."
"Be careful, Sal, we still don't know what Phantom has sold these terrorists." M said, she watched his feed with worried eyes. There was movement to her left as a busty blond slipped into a chair next to her and slipped on a headset. "Celeste just turned up."
"Tell her I said hi." Sal replied as he started to unclamp the lid from the container.
"Concentrate, Agent Salamander. We are dealing with an unknown weapon." The Director warned him, sternly.
"Afirm." The man said softly as he lifted off the lid. "I see a large container, pipes leading into it from the sides of the reinforced case." He wiped the condensation away from the inspection window. "There is a clear liquid inside. Looks water-like."
"Proceed with caution, Agent." Interjected the Directed, a note of worry in his voice. The hairs on his neck had started to stand up in a clear sign that the liquid was something wicked and nefarious.
Agent Salamander ran his hands over the container, it felt cold to the touch, probably to keep the substance inside in liquid form. "There is a pressure gauge built into the side, looks to be reading slightly higher than atmospheric pressure." He ran his fingers around the top of the box, finding a thin and almost imperceptible line. He focused on it and saw that there was a fine circle that was inlaid into the box. "I found a possible fill point. Not sure how to open it though."
"The container is hermetically sealed to keep the contents in." Sal said as he pressed down on the lid, he felt it give slightly and gave it an experimental turn.
With a hiss, the lid came free. It vented the pressure and vapour inside the container and set off a warning on the Agent's HUD.
Warning.
Warning.
Neurotoxin Detected.
Warning.
Neurotoxin Designation SARIN Detected.
"FUCK!"
SARIN Exposure Detected.
Sal quickly sealed the container again and closed the reinforced crate. "Guys, It's Fucking Sarin. They Have Provided The Terrorists With FUCKING SARIN!"
"Sal! Are you ok?" Agent Demon asked, worry evident in her voice. She was startled when the warning came up on her screen.
"I'm fine. What are my orders?"
"Salamander, we need to find out what they have planned, head to the office and find any Intel you can on their attack plans." The Director ordered, cautiously, he had to keep his emotions in check as he didn't want to cause panic among his agents.
That is it for this chapter. Back into a tense mission for Agent Salamander, this time supported by Agent Osprey. It took me a bit to get out as between work and now the fires, my attention has been elsewhere, but I have been cooking up this mission for a while now in planning. Hope you all liked it, don't forget to follow and favourite if you haven't already, and please leave a review with what you thought of the chapter as feedback helps a lot. See you all next time.