First and Last Mission

[DinoDroid]

"I don't care what it takes, just make sure the Syrian government knows whose really in charge. I got them power, and it won't be the UN that takes it away!" He yelled over the phone.

Meet Jack, international criminal, he's raised and lowered governments, killed hundreds of people personally, ordered thousands dead, and been affiliated with enough people to double that number. He's a drug lord of the international sort, and captures, trains, and sells women as sex toys. To the public eye he's a wealthy man easily being 2nd in the worlds 5 richest men. He's handsome, tall, well built, intelligent, and eager to help the less fortunate. He donates money to charities and hospitals, he's even aided police in the arrest of other international criminals. On the weekends he's been known to go read books at schools. He's been called one of the most respectable men in the world. To most women he's considered the ultimate catch, and yet he's refused to marry. To most government agencies however he's the greatest scum bag, easily making it to the very top on half the worlds most wanted lists. The other half is so deep in his pocket, he practially owns them. Only problem is, is that every male personel that is sent to investigate him, dissapears, is found dead, or returns saying they couldn't find anything on him. For anybody that can catch him, it would be a career making job that could lead to a seat in the upper management of their perspective angencies.

Today he has an important meeting with some big buisness apointee on a merger, and the deal if it pans out would easily make him the richest man in the world. Suddenly him intercom goes off "Mr. Jack, your 3:00 is here to see you."
"Thank you Sally, send them in" he said, she had been working for him a couple weeks, she was attractive, and the replacement to his last secritary who was now servicing some African prince. Sally however was much more attractive, and would be a pleasure to break.

 

[spy-killer]

Rachel reviewed the plan once more in her head, looking for flaws or possible problem areas. Over the past few weeks, her team had been devoting all of their efforts to tracking down and taking out the mysterious international criminal they knew only as "Jack." They had plenty of information on him -- but almost none of it was any use. Pictures, reports of different terrorist or criminal acts he'd had a hand in, and plenty of details of previous failed attempts to apprehend him.

The secretive UN agency which Rachel worked for had had enough. Now they were out to eliminate Jack by any means possible. No courts, no trials, just a simple extra-judicial killing. The challenge was finding the bastard. They thought they had a way to get at him now, though. A fake meeting would lure him out, and then they'd spring their trap, using a team of special operatives to eliminate him. That was Rachel's job.

This was the first real assignment for the tall, athletic, dark-haired woman. Still in her early twenties, she was a relatively new recruit of the UN's new Global Intelligence Agency. Always at the top of her class throughout her school years and an extremely accomplished gymnast and athlete, Rachel had rarely known failure. Her small team of operatives was just as determined as she was to accomplish this mission. He'll never know what hit him, she thought confidently to herself. She couldn't wait to end this man's vile career.

 

[DinoDroid]

Jack looked at the women who entered his office and instantly knew something was off about her. This was supposed to be a buisness meeting, one that was one of his few legal deals. This woman would be toned yes, most woman chosen for such opening fazes were chosen often for their more physical attributes, often in that middle area of being mildly wealthy to enjoy a life with many interests, but at the same time to be lacking in funds to not over indulge. This woman wasn't just well toned, she moved with a grace given by one who had some sort of self defense training and athletic training. Finally there was her age, she was young and beautiful, too young in fact to be the go between for two massive companies to be entering into a major buisness deal. Even if she were skilled enough to be working this deal, she would still have some sort of handler. Instantly he went on high alert, but made sure he kept his face pleasant and left off any surprise and concern. "Tell me miss, do you have all of the documents to start this. Do you have the 14j document with you?" Of course it was a trick question, but what would her response be?

"Actually why don't we go out for lunch and discuss the specifics of this deal over a hot meal. I haven't eaten yet, and I will gladly pay for the expenses." He said, he was being completely congenial, and wanted to go to a public place while his various teams searched for the specifis of this girl.

 

[spy-killer]

"14J? Do I look like an accountant to you?" Katerina said with a smile. "People who make a lot less money than I do handle those sorts of details." The redheaded woman sat back in the comfortable chair in Jack's office. Her sharp business outfit showed off her long legs to good effect, encased in glossy flesh-tone tights. Her stilettos had a high enough heel to be right at the edge of respectability. She slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs as she shifted in her seat, just to give him a good look if he wanted to see, before continuing.

"I could do lunch. I know just the place -- a hotel restaurant a short drive away. Our company has a private dining room there." Her goal was to get him out of his office, and preferably out of public. Once she'd accomplished that, she would signal Rachel and the rest of the team, who were even now tracking her through a couple of surveillance devices hidden on her. Rachel and the other operatives would be lying in wait, and once the signal was given, they would make their move.

 

[DinoDroid]

He completely ignored her attempts to entice him, the only thing he found arousing was when either strong women were brought to the point of begging to be fucked, or just begging for him not to kill them. This woman he couldn't wait to break, but he needed her for now. "That sounds pleasant, let me just take care of a few things, and grab my materials." It took him a few minutes, and when he was done he headed to the door when all of a sudden his untraceable, and unhackable phone went off. "Excuse me I simply must take this call." Answering it he asked "who is it?" and on the other line his security agent at the airport who was listening in answered. "We checked their plane, everything checked out untill we investigated the crew, they were trained sir. When we looked to see their licenses, they nearly checked out untill we eventually got to the birth certificates, they were non-existant. These people sir when questioned tried to silence us, we believe that they were a hit squad, and believe that there is one support team in addition, and a main operative. We believe, even though everything on the woman with you now checks out, that she is the primary operative. We also checked with the company, and they said that their rep was sick, and had called us to notify of a change in the schedule. Who ever did this was good, but didn't have time to get all of the details in place. I sudjest that you do as she says just to be sure, our team was wiped out, but they were under surveilance, we saw everything. Best to get them all in one shot, do you think you can handle it sir?" He kept his face serious, but neutral of any signs of surprise or worry, and thought about his answer. He had military training, and was kept fit by working with his guards, which were some of the best troops in the world. He also had a small gun strapped to his ancle, and a small spring loaded sheath lined with lead to get by security for a small knife on bothe of his wrists. "Yes, but make sure you're ready for the transition." Turning to the representative, that he now knew was a spy and said "Now, are you ready to take me to your plane?"

 

[spy-killer]

Katerina smiled, and said, "Of course! I'll take you right to our private hanger." As they prepared to leave, she excused herself to go to the ladies' room. Once there, she contacted Rachel. "Change of plans. He wants to go to the plane now. Get ready."

Rachel took the change in plans calmly. She turned to the other women in the hanger with her. "Ok, they're changing up on us, but nothing we can't handle." The women had shed their disguises, and now they were all clad in black spandex catsuits and carrying silenced submachine guns. The four women in the airplane hanger would be ready for Jack when he arrived

 

[DinoDroid]

The drive over was uneventfull, Jack kept mostly to himself, occasionally asking a few pointless questions, not caring one way or the other. The only noticeable change was how he looked at the woman sitting next to him in the car, it was the look of a predator stalking its prey. Not overly agressive, but one that sudjested malice, he knew what she was and that in itself gave him power. An airplane hangar generally had one main entrance, the one for the plane. There was usually a side entrance, or maintenance entrance, and one additional exit. He started going through the numbers, a support team for a single spy had at least one to two techs, an additional field operative, an intelligence operative, and a communications specialist. Then there was the hit squad, a professional hit team usually was chosen in advance, with the place where the assassination is to take place. That meant at least two people for every entrance, which equated to a minimum of 6 operatives, then there was the 5 man team which would do the acutal killing making the teams numbers go up to 11, and finally an additional 7 man team providing back up, which equated to 18 personel in the hit team. Total numbers plus the support group, and the spy would be 22 to 24 total personel. The support team had the job of keeping the primary field agent safe, that meant they would be nearby where, probably in one of the cars that would have been following them. He already felt the text to his special phone come in, no need to answer, they were already taken care of. Then he felf another text, this one five minutes later identifying that a team was in postion to take out the reinforcement team. Now all he had to worry about was the hit team already in or at the hangar. The spy would be no problem, her failing was that she chose a skirt and high heels. That will make her unbalanced, and would limit leg movement, this girl was obviously an amateur, after all you only flaunt it when on recon, never when you expect a fight. Surviving the time in the hangar would be his only problem, his only real hope would be if he can get behind cover, and hope the dumb broad also equiped them with automatic weapons with short clips, and an unusual shape such as standard sub machine guns. He would be really lucky then, those guns even with extended clips ran through their whole clip on full outo in roughly 5 seconds, add in the rapid kick back and unwieldly shape and the gun was one of the most inacurate weapons. If he survived this he hoped his orders would be obeyed, to try to take as many of the operatives alive as possible, especially the women. Finally he was brought out of his thoughts by the sight of the hangar approaching. The shooting he figured would start when he was safely trapped in the hangar surrounded by all of the assassins, if he could get them all in, his teams would be able to take them completely by surprise.

"Are you ready my dear?" He asked with that congenial smile on his face.