The Lady In Red | COD-MW2

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A knock was heard on the door indicating someone was outside the room. "Come in", said a man with a husky voice with a slight Russian accent.

The door opened, and there who stood in the doorway was a woman who was about 5'8, had a long dark red coat that reached halfway to her calf, a long, black-sleeved tight jumpsuit with a black turtleneck, black leather gloves, and black boots.

"You called?" she asked in a husky voice, brushing her dark hair away from her face.

"Widow. Come in, have a seat."

Evelynn goes by the codename 'Widow' which is short for Black Widow. She has always wondered why she was given that name and thought it might be because she resembles the Black Widow spider. However, she knows there must be another reason for it.

Evelynn sat in the grey armchair and sat up straight, placing both hands in her lap. As she looked around the room, her gaze settled on the man's desk which was cluttered with scattered paperwork and folders underneath. An ashtray on the desk, presumably for his cigars. 'Vernon Chernoff', the nametag of him on his desk, shining brightly.

Vernon is said to be a cold man. Always wanting the job to be done, even if it gets dirty, it still has to be done. In Evelynn's eyes, Vernon is like a second father and in Vernon's eyes, Evelynn was a daughter he never got to meet. She rescued her from potently getting jailed in a federal prison and has helped her during her times of coping with her husband's death.

Vernon asked, "Do you remember Hassan Zyani?" It took Evelynn a moment to remember who he was, "You mean the Iranian who contacted us seeking revenge on the people who killed his General? Yes, I remember him."

About 3 months ago, Zyani reached out to Vernon. He talked about how he wanted to take revenge on the Americans because of his General execution. Days later, a meeting was held with him and the rest of the Faculty, including Evelynn, to decide if they should help him or not. The Faculty found it useless, how he should be the one to plan it all out since he was the right-hand man of his General. It got so bad that he had to beg on his knees for help. He even went up to Evelynn to help him out, but she stayed silent and didn't answer him.

In the end, Vernon said that he should join the organization and follow the rules, which were in any circumstances to leave, vanish, abandon, or betray the organization. He was a fool and agreed to the rules.

"What about him?" Evelynn said confusedly.

Vernon stood up, "He wanted missiles, so I gave him 2. Next day he ran away.," while turning around to grab a cigar.

Her eyebrows lifted. "You knew this was going to happen, didn't you?"

Vernon grabbed a lighter which was set in his desk. Lighting up his cigar and putting it in his mouth to take a puff, "Widow, I knew from the start. I knew that bald bastard was going to run away. All his mind is consumed with is the desire for revenge."

The smell of the cigar flowed into her nostrils. Evelynn didn't mind the smell of cigars or tobacco, she would even smoke cigars or cigarettes whenever she felt like it.

"It's what people want these days. Revenge."

He was unfortunately right. This world has been in purge for many years, decades, even centuries. Revenge is now a common action, and it will be a common action for the remaining years.

"I want you to go find that bastard and kill him before he goes out and tells others about the organization.", Vernon said as he released a white smoke coming from his mouth.

Evelynn smirked, "When do I start?"

"Now."

Vernon reached out to the pile of yellow folders and gave her a folder named 'Zyani, Hassan'. In the folder, it contained everything, his family, his past life, his work with Al-Qatala and Quads Force.

"He was last seen in Las Almas, Mexico. Intel tells me that he reached out to Las Almas Drug Lord, El Sin Nombre, for help. "

Evelynn was confused. 'Wasn't the Las Almas cartel an alliance with us? Why are they helping him?'

"And before you ask, yes the cartel is in an alliance with us, but they weren't aware that he was on the run. Which is why you should talk to her about what they did with him."

"There's also a slight issue in your little mission."

He once again reached for another folder and gave it to the raven-haired girl. The folder had a name unlike Hassan's.

'Task Force 141' and 'Los Vaqueros'.

She opened the folder and there were a variety of photos of different people. All were named on who they were. Four men and one woman in one folder. The other folder only had 2 men.

Evelynn noticed one of them didn't have a picture. "One has no picture. Why?"

He shrugged, "Not sure, that's all the photos that our operators could get with that dumb skull mask on." Evelynn chuckled in response.

"The blonde woman I do know her. Kate Laswell. She's C.I.A. I almost got put in federal prison because of her. You should've seen her face when she found out that I escaped."

Vernon gave out a chuckle as the memory of his past arrest flowed in. "Back to where we left on, there will be a plane that will head to Las Almas and will depart sharp at dawn."

"You head down there and kill that son of a bitch. All clear?"

"Crystal."

Vernon smiled, "Dismissed." Evelynn got up from the chair and made her way to the doorway.

"Hey.", she heard him say something behind her back. "Stay safe Evelynn."

Evelynn smiled, "Same goes for you."