This chapter is dedicated to Stenosxs
"You're flying back to the Philippines this morning," walang gatol na sabi ng kanilang head agent sa CIA. Inilapag nito sa ibabaw ng glass table na nasa harap niya ang isang white transparent sliding folder, passport, ATM cards at isang black attaché case. "We provided everything you need for this mission. Take all of that, we need you there, immediately."
Nangunot ang noo ni Nemesis, at mula sa mga nakalapag na gamit sa ibabaw ng center table ay dumapo ang mga mata niya sa matipunong lalaki na nakatayo sa harapan niya. He was surprised when agent Luke arrived there from the main office. They usually communicate through calls and emails.
Agent Luke was in his mid-fifties but managed to maintain a well-built physique. His aura exuded a great command. He was towering six feet and seven inches in height. His blonde eyebrows that were attached shaded those grayish blue rounded eyes. His chiseled nose was paired with thin, slightly wide lips. He has a squared jaw and a muscled long neck connected to a broad sturdy shoulders.
"I'm not done yet with my mission here, agent Luke, Sir," aniyang hindi makapaniwala. He was idly sitting on the maroon-colored leather bumper chaise couch, back relaxed on the backrest, thumping his feet on the white marbled floor. It's been two years since Nemesis, not his real name, joined the CIA. Nemesis started before he graduated with his degree.
"That mission was reassigned to agent Shadow. The mission given to you is highly confidential, and as one of the best agents around, you were selected. This has something to do with Royal Crown Crusade International. You already knew the rest about it," Agent Luke explained without batting an eye.
"Do I have to regret that I belong to the best agents?" Tumayo siya mula sa kinauupuan at dinampot ang folder. Nemesis opened the folder and flipped the pages. A picture of a woman made his brows furrowed.
"How does this woman linked to my mission?" Kinuha niya ang larawan sa folder at pinakatitigan. Short black hair, sharp pointed nose, and luscious cherry lips. She looks familiar.
"She is your mission. Apparently, the woman in that picture has a big role on the hidden agenda of Royal Crusade," anito na deriktang nakatingin sa mga mata ni Nemesis.
Agent Luke glided his hands in the pants pocket and walked beside the heat strengthened glass wall of the room, which was located on the forty-fifth floor of the building. They were at Nemesis' suite situated in the heart of New York City. Kasalukuyang minamanmanan ni Nemesis ang isang grupo na balak magsagawa ng mass bombing sa araw na dadaan ang Presidente ng America para sa isang malaking event.
Nakatanaw si Agent Luke sa labas, kung saan tanaw ang matatayog na gusali. He sighed before continuing, his sight fixed on the outside busy scenery.
"Agent Nemesis, you have to do all that it takes to secure that woman's safety. She is a key to save or destroy humanity," anito at muling humarap sa kaniya. "Trust me on this. Additional information will be given to once you landed there."
"It sounds like a big chaos would break out if I fail," he replied and chuckled. It's not that serious, right?
"That's a possibility you can't ignore," Agent Luke replied in a dead-serious tone.
Royal Crown Crusade International was known for developing medicines that weren't out yet. Although their established image was as a giant drug company that imports high valued medicine, their vile ulterior motive reeked. According to the data they've gathered, the company was also connected to illegal drug trades, arms smuggling, and any other illegal activities. Wala pa silang crucial evidence na magkokonekta dito sa mga naturang aktibidad. Masyado itong magaling at mailap ang pagkakataon para sa kanila. Palaisipan sa kaniya ang koneksiyon ng babaeng nasa larawan sa gawain ng mga ito. She seemed to be an ordinary woman.
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