the spy who killed everybody. (NICD)

chapter 3




HIROSHIMA, Japan. February 4th

Hiroshima Convention Center

It was now six minutes to twelve

A little over a half hour left to complete their task

Agent 13 was on a balcony on the 2nd floor

Overlooking the whole perimeter of the convention grounds

From above the two men at the agricultural booth looked liked just like apart of the crowd

They were both properly dressed and were behaving like a pair of naive tourists eager to browse whatever the booths had to offer

Only a keen eye could spot the terrorists from the lot

Indeed they were blending in pretty well but no trained eye could miss the ak-47s they were lugging on their backs

I see hostile

A female maybe in her twenties, Caucasian

The male seems a bit older, probably in his forties, black

Copy that,13

The agents needed to move quick

Agent 13 made her her way down a spiralling starirway to heaven to the convention florr

Silently she moved across the bustling crowd towards the terrorist

Not wanting to raise suspicions in an the already seemingly anxious terrorists

With the distance cleared up she crept closer hoping to find an opening to try and disable their firearms

At first none cared to look around to notice her

She felt confident of apprehending them with ease as she had done times before

Times when the infantry were too busy with their goal to stay on their guards

13 felt disgusted by this

She thought that she was just playing a small part to neutralize the enemy

Just because I'm a Bee yacht

she spoke in her mind

How sexist to think of females as a minor threat

Luqman was scrolling through the screens for the last time to confirm the enemy's location

Browsing roughly he spotted the muscular man from the lounge moving closer towards 13

The man was reaching for something under his jacket

A silenced berretta

Sh1te

He quickly contacted her

Your cover's blown

Repeat

Your cover's blown

A rush of panic pulsed through her whole body
Two years of undercover work was destroyed
This had never happened before
She thought
In all 5 operations she participated, this was the first to fail
And to watch it right in front of her very eyes shattered her

The armed couple pulled their guns forth
She froze in fear
Held at gunpoint, she knew her fate had been sealed
She drew a large breath
She prayed for Luqman to be saved from all this in her last moments

The gunshot thundered across the corners of the room

She collapsed on the marble floor coughing blood between her teeth as her vision reduced to black

The floor quaked as the panicked crowd hurried to the exit ways

Hell no
Luqman said in deepest remorse

A tall dark figure emerged from behind Luqman
Oh no, my friend....

Luqman turned his head
In an instant the man delivered a near fatal blow at Luqman's chest with the butt of his M5

Hell yes................

the spy who killed eveyrbody (cuz an empty stomach slows down the brain)

chapter 2

HIROSHIMA, Japan. February 4th

Hiroshima Convention Centre

The clock struck 11:35

In just short of an hour, Fujiko would make his speech to inaugurate the 21st Japan Int Trade Expo

The agents had little time to operate

With the place packed to the brim, the success of the mission is even further jeapordized

We can't screw this up Luqman

Like that's gonna happen

Think of the circumstances we're facing

The situation sparked Agent 13's doubts

The mission required great precision and stealth

Two criterias she didn't think Luqman still had in check

Already in his fifties

Luqman looked another senior citizen

He appeared as a filthy rich retitree who swings his club in the bunker over and over just to find an excuse to yell at someone

He was wealthy, no doubt

All his years serving the government as a special ops agent paid him very well

Now with a beach house in the Carribean he lives in solitude

His son, ajunkie would drop by every now and then

Each time begging for a slice of his father's bread to feed his desire for drugs

Six years since he had last been in service

Six damned years of golf, whiski, women

Sure you're up for this?

As sure as you can never be of me

She smiled at him

Godspeed mi amor

Lets roll

The two went out of his red Camaro and headed towards the building

A huge crowd gathered at the entrance, waiting in turns to be allowed in

Luqman found the backdoor entrance

Damn there's a guard there

A threat to be neutralized

Luqman was not in best shape forn hand-to-hand combat

He had a huge lobster dinner and had not berlabur yet this morning

Any sudden movements would mean a very embarassing defeat to a peasant of an oponent

Yep

The guard was just a midget

Luqman was already too old to think as rasionally

What he did was take out his silenced rpg from his pocket

Took aim and lay his finger on the trigger

Sweet Mother have mercy on his soul

Fire!!

The innocent midget's body was disintergrated in a faint thud

He got through the door and rushed up the stairs to the security quarters

A master of deception, Luqman disguised himself as a helpless 50 year old in desperate need to take a 12-pound sh1t

He knocked on the metal plated hard wood door

He could feel his brittle knuckles swelling

Voices he heard from the inside

Of someone squealing and farting aggresively, both at the same time

After a few minutes of revolting sound effects the door unlocked

The door was only opened halfway

The security officer was sweating

The room gave an unpleasent odour

Fresh crap

Sorry to keep you waiting sir

The keys need to be swallowed everytime the door's locked

Stupid company policy

Now the trusty spy needed to crap

He pretended to fall in agony

The compassionate officer bent down to see to him

In a split second Luqman found the opportunity to reach his hand to the officer's groin and forcefuly twisted whatever he got hold of

Mami...............

said the officer in a whisper of torture as he fell unconscience

Luqman browsed all of the cctv screens searching for infantry positions

He radioed agent 13

Snipe on the skylight

A pair at the agriculture booth

Ones waiting at the observing the event from the lounge

Copy?

Roger

You take the pair and the brawler at the lounge

I'll handle the sniper

Why do I have to pick on three guys at once?

Who's the frail old chestnut talking here?

Fine...

36 minutes till the speech

tbc

I WANT HARI RAYA 4 TIMES A YEAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the spy who killed everybody

chapter 1



TAGANROG, Russia. Mid Jan 2004

Winter was at its peak, blowing the harshest and coldest winds

The snow had settled itself well on the small seaport vincity

Layers of ice had formed on every static surface since the ice storm nights before

As the sun sets the whole city froze

Not a soul could be sighted wandering aimlessly on the streets, though one would occasionally bump into a drunkard who'd just arrived back from a voyage at sea

Tonight was especially cold

The town was dead in slumber

Everything seemed to shine dimly under the moonlight due to the thin ice covering

Tonight though was no ordinay night

Footsteps were heard of someone desperately rushing

Soon more pairs of steps joined

The noise echoed through the back alleys of the port

Marco Vedic's shirt was stained in red

his body had been stabbed with a butter knife below the left shoulder blade

Breathing was a pain

Exhausted and wounded, Marco lost all his strength and dropped to the pavement

His vision began to blur

His mouth was full of blood

The persuers eventually caught on to see him fighting to breath with his lungs drowning in his own blood

With a gloved hand the persuer took out his gun from the lower left section of his underwear

He took aim directly at Marco's left atrium

Determined not to make a scene he fired 7 rounds of his jackhammer at his target with the presicion of a brain surgeon

Die, pussy!!!

AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! :P

There was a huge gaping hole through Marco's body but no, the perpetretor was not satisfied

He left him a souvenir in the form of a hand grenade just to make his point clear

HIROSHIMA, Japan. february 4th

Luqman was already awake and dressed

He seemed twitchy and restless, circling around his penthouse suite at the Hilton Hotel

Coffee had always made him hyper

On his bed was Agent 13 still in deep slumber

They had been sharing a room for the past week

Interacting very actively at night

Sometimes in early mornings too

Get up woman

Some big day we're facing

She moaned a few times, whlie still half asleep in a dream

Her cries aroused his lust

Just a little longer
Damn if not for the assignment today I'd have never left bed

She got up and got dressed
they left the building in 10

Briefing was done through the telephone
with details kept simple
For the past 7 months, the CIA had been on their toe observing trading of guns between infantry bases in
Russia and Japan
Japan's trade minister, Fujio F Fujiko was the one believed to have authorized the entrance of the firearms into the country
Fujiko had become the main suspect as in the last five months he had made several trips to Russia declaring that they were simply visits to his private ski lodge in the foreign land
Another reason was because his wealth had been growing and the source of income could not yet be confirmed
Motives for the smuggling are still in question
However, there are rumors about of involvement of the Yakuza, buying the guns in the black market at a bargain price from an unknown supplier

The mission though, was not to detain Fujiko, instead, to keep him out of harm
He was not only under surveillance of CIA but he was also under the look out of an extremist anti-corruption terrorist organization dubbed as ABC ( a real organization)
Fujiko had been receiving a string of threats, blackmails etc from ABC
These letters though were not acknowledged
Out of desperation, the terrorist were reduced to their last resort
To abduct the Trade Minister and force all smuggling activities to a halt

The procedure was simple yet very delicate
They were to prevent the kidnapping without fully neutralizing the terrorists' plan

tbc

pappadappappappappapadadadada (decoy. after too long)

plain grounds
location : arizona, us
time : 0730
altitude 100,013 feet

still climbing
pretty cold up here
stupid jumpsuit ain't keeping me warm anyway
shit

a big black high altitude balloon was seen as a tiny dot in the sky
steeply it ascended
a person, it carried

a person on a mission

a mission she was born to accomplish

another average girl next door she was

an aspiring dentist

easy going go getter

so much so unexpected she was the first Malaysian to ever attempt a crack at the Highest Freefall Jump World Record

much was talked about some week or two before she embarked on this glorious feat

her physicality seemed rather unfit for this mountaining task

indeed slim n skimpy she appeared to some

but her spirit was indomitable

a jump from the seven heavens wouldn't do as much as to shake her

temp was very low

to call it chilly was like calling the artic, hell

from up here i could see.........ummm........well......

the earth was just a collage of brown blue and green

she was afloat at the very edges of space

only gravity kept her on course

the altitude rose to nearly 102,700 feet

hell yeah

almost

the tension built

in moments she would be making her giant leap of faith

todays jump need not be endeavoured in the first place

as she had always enjoyed skydiving

for the thrill

adrenaline

for the wind rushing through her hair

the fear of a faulty chute

but for the world,

she would tell you.

through the 50 seconds of freefall she felt nothing but absolute freedom

the record attempt was merely her way of proving to the world

that she was like no other

that someone as ordinary can achieve the extraordinary

103,001 feet

here goes

she took a deep breath from her oxygen supply mask

her eyes began to close

God hear me now, keep me safe

she stepped off

her eyes remained shut

trying to calm her nerves

she was nearly 10 times higher than she had ever been

slowly her eyes opened

My God

she whispered

the view of the globe was breathtaking

the cold was murderous

but her heart began to feel warmth

for she was doing what she did best

she was doing what she loved the most

she was gaining more speed

faster and faster every second of her descent

accelerating nearly up to the speed of sound

five minutes she was in the air

she lost the sense of time

everything seemed to move slower than her

at 2000 feet her chute deployed

she breathed a sigh of relief

from where she was she could see a crowd gathered to welcome her

they seem to be cheering but nothing was to be heard

I made it

I actually did

a big smile shone on her face

the crowd celebrated her in ecstacy

from the sea of people a little girl approached her

she bent down to meet her

the girl called out the name of the new world record holder

STEFFI ANN

when I grow up I want to do something great like you

she teared

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