Stealth Contact

Without the security gaurds noticing Raven took out his switch knife. He flipped blade, no blade, blade, no blade.
Raven grumbled some more. This was wasting precious time.
He was anrgy, but at the same time his compulsion was taking over him. He couldn't handle it anymore.
A lady wearing nice perfume passed by. He grabbed her and dragged her into a dark corner.
He cut her up into pieces. A man came out of the bathroom.
"A witness," he said.
He chopped the man in pieces. It was a blood bath. Blood all over the place. His eyes widened in obssesion.
Some security came over. They were idiots as well. Children, woman, men, and security that came in the corner he killed.
He walked out the corner. He left the airport he wasn't waiting any more. He hated waiting.
He despised waiting especially since there was so much he could be doing. James could kiss his ass.
He didn't care. Samuel could kiss his ass.

 

I returned the gun which had done nothing but sit in the car as I ignored threats from the pathetic French diplomat followed by an uneventful return trip ending up in a strangely eventful airport. Cops stopping people asking for identification, a corner cordoned off with yellow tape, and bodies being brought out in bags. I couldn’t help it I quickly looked around for the “Sweeper” and walked over beside her as she mopped up some kids barf. “What happened?” I asked and she scowled and leaned closer.

“Raven flipped, got caught on camera and the only one who left but I covered his ass.” She said not sounding all to happy.

“Man and I’ve got to deal with this guy.” I groaned and she smirked as she leaned even closer towards me, her breath tickling my ear.

“You can always take my place cleaning up a kids puke!” She said loudly and I jumped and laughed before waving and leaving the airport. Man what a partner he’d probably kill me next if he could.

 

The sun beat down on Jack's face as he regained consciousness. He let out a guttoral moan as he opened his eyes and the searing heat blinded him. He sat up and felt a sharp pain in his left side. He looked down and saw a crimson patch on his shirt.

He looked around, all he could see was sand everywhere.Where the hell am i?
He got up slowly and took a second look at his surroundings. He could see a beat up Volvo near a dirt road. He made steps towards it. The doors were open and he could see his jacket in the front seat.i loved that jacket.

He arrived at the vehicle and searched it as best he could. He found his wallet, phone and a note that said sorry.Sorry! Then his phone rang.

 

I jumped from the window, falling on my back. I quickly took out both guns, shooting at the two men that jumped after me. Blood spilled everywhere, as their bodies fell down with a thump. I quickly took off, I really hoped the man was okay.

I stopped at my apartment, quickly changing my clothes, and grabbing my things. I needed to move out of this place now. I put my satchel over my shoulder, tossing my clothes in the metal trashcan and setting them on fire. I used the flame to light a cigarette. I knocked the trashcan over, and quickly headed out the door, ****ting it behind me. I hopped on my used motorbike, and took for the countryside.

I traveled for a few hours, stopping by a tree, taking a drink from my bottle. I looked at my phone. I needed to call Jackson. I quickly looked at my settings, blocking my numbers. I couldn’t even trust my best friend at the moment. It saddened me. I quickly dialed his number.

“Jackson, it’s me.”

 

"Ah it's nice to hear from you," he said sarcastically while looking for a smoke in his jacket pocket. He found one, "You know i was starting to get worried about you," he lit the cigarette and inhaled, "but i don't need to worry do i?"

"Where are you?"

"I don't really know," he said. He saw a buzzard in the distance and smiled to himself. "Although i see lot's of dirt, cactus thingys and a buzzard. I figure the desert." He sat down now in the shade of the volvo smoking and talking to his buddy. He inhaled.

"Are you smoking again?"

"I have been shot, i think i deserve this." There was silence at the other end. "There was someone waiting for me at the Groeder Building. He took what i was there to steal so i followed him and then he shot me. i got upset, followed some-more and that's all i remember. I have to get back and face the boss now," he laughed to himslef. "Hey, where are you?"

 

I kicked the dirt nervously, “I can’t tell you that Jack.” I said, guilt paining my heart, “I’ve got someone that wants me dead, and I can’t trust anyone right now.” I bit my lip. He began to say something, but I quickly interrupted him.

“I just called to see if you were okay.” I said, “But the desert? You should find out where you are.” I muttered.

 

"And that's ten points for the stating the obvious department. Listen i gotta go now and find...someone. Thanks for the call." he cut the phone and took a minute to get his bearings. He looked at the gauge on the volvo, half a tank. He got out of the car and looked at the road. The tire tracks were still alive, he smiled and hopped in the rundown machine. The car creaked and complained as he changed the gears to reverse it.

He drove on the dirt for an hour before he came back onto the tarmac. Soon he was on the freeway, large buildings began to reach for the sky. A large sign greeted him,

Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas

He stopped near bank and withdrew some money. He needed to clean up. He stepped into an adjacent clothing shop. He came out dressed in a blue tee and baggy leather jeans. He got back to the car, dusted off his jacket and dialed Samuel's number.

 

It had been two days now. He had been able to prove Gratia as missing, and now he had a new issue. Jackson had been missing. Samuel was more than upset. Not because Jackson was his fave, but because he didn't know why he was missing. And the departments questioned him. No good.
Samuel was just having coffee in his cabin, working nonstop just to find Jackson. But to no avail. Just then, his mobile buzzed and he felt electrified. He picked it up and looked at the contact.
Jackson calling
His eyes windened and he quickly picked up the phone call.
"Ello? Jack, where are you! Are you alright?!"

 

"I'm fine." He didn't want to admit it but it was good to hear Sam's voice, "Listen to me and do not interrupt." Silence,"Okay, someone has screwed me over. Whatever it was that you wanted From the Groeder building is gone. Someone got there first. I need to get back to my place and collect some stuff and then i'm going to find the S.O.B that took it...whatever it is-"

"Jack, forget the Groeder thing, i've something more important for you to do."

 

(OOC:

I do?! )

"I want you to find Gratia ASAP. Then, you two have to come back right away. The mission is being handled by the Malaysian branch now. And start right away."
Samuel didn't wait for a 'yes'. He knew the answer was 'yes'. There was no way around. With that, he dialed another number.
"I've started the mission. Slowly, I'll get everyone back on base. Once they are done, of course."

 

"So you lost Gratia, huh?" I leaned at the door to Samuel's office.

 

Samuel almost felt a slap across his face. Yep, that Neha made him feel insecure and petite.
"What?! I thought you were locked up in my house...and what is your problem, can't you knock? And give me some privacy!"
Samuel was flailing his arms around, his voice hysterical and sweat all over his face. He didn't know what to do if Neha had even gotten the slightest hint of his plans.

 

"You really believe I can be kept captive anywhere darl? that Fifi's back where she came from and the house is in the possesion of a better man.......a man I know." I smiled as I moved around to his desk.

 

"A man?! Who is he? And what did you do to Fifi?"
Samuel angrily looked back at Neha, a weird kind of disturbance on his face.

 

I hung up the phone, and put it back in it’s place. I would need to discard it within a few hours, I couldn’t take the chance. I sat down underneath the tree and took another sip of my water bottle. I closed it, placing it back in my satchel. I in turn took out the American magazines I had worked hard to get copies of, couldn’t read Spanish and even though the magazines weren’t my cup of tea, I still needed to read.

I took the first magazine out, Star magazine. A gossiping read basically. I opened the cover, and went through the pages, mainly pictures of celebrities, nothing that caught my attention.

“Brad Pitt cheats!” I read one title and laughed. Who cares? I turned the page and stopped at another title.

“American Idol winner marries!” I quickly folded the magazine making it easier to read.

“American Idol winner from two years back Chad Sterling had decided to marry Savannah Lakewood. Savannah is the daughter of the foreign minister of France. Little is known how this beauty met this young pop star. Though the rumors are deep in why they are getting married. Many have termed this move as gesture to improve US-France relations, though from a source we have found out that it’s because France’s foreign minister was threatened by terrorists during his stay in Florida and the US government wanted to console him.” I thrust the magazine back into my satchel, and huffed.

“Stupid gossiping magazines.” I muttered as I stood back up and got on my motorcycle.

 

Raven walked on the cement blood dripping from his knife. The killing at the airport wasn't enough.
He needed more blood and more violence. He grabbed a woman in the crowded streets by her necklace. Beads fell into the gutter. He stabbed her and ripped her inners out.
Raven laughed, happy about what he had done. No one noticed the woman because the streets were to crowded.
Now that he was out and set free he couldn't and wouldn't stop. Grabbing whatever he could to kill.

 

Find Gratia. Well, that's no easy task. In the modern world of espionage and secrecy it's almost impossible to find an agent now. she could be anywhere. Jack stood in the street as he thought about how he'd go about it. He checked the time on his phone.The phone. But Gratia's way too careful to still have it. He decided to try anyway. he heard a long silence and then it rang...

 

My phone rang, vibrating on my leg. My heart raced and I quickly stopped my motorcycle, pulling to the side of the dirt road. I picked it up. Jackson.

I bit my lip, and flipped it open.

“Hey Jack, what is it? I haven’t gotten to a place to toss the phone just yet. You caught me on a good time.” I muttered with a parched throat.

 

Jack was silent for a second. She didn't throw away her phone.

"Why didn't you throw away your phone?"

"..." he could see Gratia shrugging her shoulders wherever she was.

"You know what don't even answer that, we don't have time." Jack began walking down the the streets of Vegas, "Listen, Samuel told me to find you. I don't have time to play cat and mouse so how about you just tell me where you are and i'll come get you?"

 

A smile rose over my face as I heard Samuel's name. Maybe he did care.

"I'll meet you in that Cafe we went to when we first got our mission. I'll look a little different, don't be too shocked." I smiled, patting my new curled hair.

"See you at around 4pm tomorrow. That'll give me enough time to get there." I hung up the phone, and instantly smashed it on the ground. The plastic littered the dusty ground. I hopped on my motorcycle and headed towards the border. I guess the drive wouldn't be that bad.

 

Ang Jin woke up, realizing that he was beside Neha, and he had a stuffed tiger in his arms. His head was pounding, and he wondered who put the stuffed tiger in his hands. He doubted it was Neha.

"Yo, sis," Ang Jin said groggily. "How long was I out?"

 

Jason and Kevin
Kevin is missing, however Jason must complete his mission anyhow and return to base ASAP.

 

Raven continued to prowl the streets slicing necks, stabbing and gutting men, and cutting children's hands.
Raven continued to prowl the cement sidewalks. He felt it the impusle to kill it was getting stronger.
The excitement of death. The exciting feeling of death. He loved it.
He loved the way it was.
"Stupid Samuel," he said angrily.
It was Samuel's fault for suppressing this feeling in Raven.
But Raven continued to prowl the streets.

 

It was way too easy to get her to come. Jack wondered about what had happened wherever she was. What did she mean by looking different. He sipped his beer as he waited 1550. Maybe time for two more beers.

He looked around observing the environment and watched as people came and went. He especially watched those that lingered, after all Gratia did say she was in danger.

There was a suspiciously unmarked van parked outside the coffee shop and it had been there ever since he arrived 30 minutes ago. The driver was a smoker and there were plenty of stubs on the tarmac that made him easy to spot. He was waiting for something or someone. 1600, she's late.

 

I yawned, and looked at the time. I was close, and I was all ready late. I cursed under my breath. I quickly stopped at a corner-store. I went towards their clothes section. All sizes too big but I didn’t care, I needed to change. I quickly bought the shirt, and jacket and headed towards the back of the store. I quickly took my shirt off, changing into the baggy white T-shirt.

I ran towards my bike and threw on the large black jacket, putting the hood over my head. I thrust the gas pedal and went forward with a jolt. I took quick turns, barely going a legal speed as I went towards the Restaurant. I stopped a few buildings from it, and parked in the back of the buildings. I walked, slouching. I hoped my shortness would pass me off as a teenager. I got to the front of the Restaurant, and looked in at Jackson. He had a beer in his hand. I then took note of the van nearby. I cursed under my breath and walked in.

“Hey man, how’s you doing?” I said in the most teenage voice I could muster. I quickly handed him the note as I sat next to him.

The note read:

Told you I was going to look different.

I gave him a wink and took a sip of his beer.