A week has passed since the phone call. It's been hell to figure out my schedule, seeing as I will legally have to continue school whilst being on covert operations. Somehow. Luckily, Mark and Lily said they would help me with notes and class assignments, so at least that lessens the workload. Even though I've been ahead of my classes, the school has still been quite an overwhelming experience; I've never felt more threatened by people before in my life than I have at school, despite the fact they're my age and have never had to shoot terrorists for a living. As I finish typing up my report for biology, I get up from my chair and stretch, observing the clock. 2 pm on a mundane Saturday. In other words: showtime.
As I open the closet to reveal my old gear, a slight frown travels across my face at the thought of having to drop this current life somehow. I drop the black duffel bag on the floor and begin packing my gear. Helmet, gas mask, and bulletproof vest, all shoved into the bag and with a resounding zip, are sealed. As I rest the weight of the bag on my shoulder, I look back to my depressing apartment. The yellowing ceiling, the wooden floor panels, my desk. I leave the room, switching off the light on the way out.
Outside the entrance to the building my apartment is situated, a man in a black suit with shades, seemingly waiting for my appearance, gestures for me to enter the vehicle. The car is Proton Persona, the mundane afternoon sunlight only accentuating the shiny chrome black of the car's exterior. I enter the car, sitting myself down on the unscathed leather seating. In front of me, a screen that has been bolted to the back of the driver's seat. It switches on, revealing the General's face. I sit up a bit straighter and salute. "Sir." The General returns the salute. "At ease, Sergeant. I have some information I wanted to provide you before you arrived at home base," the General clears his throat, inadvertently causing a slightly coarse cough. "Stage 2 lung cancer," the General admits. Don't smoke kids...
"Anyhow, approximately 6 hours ago, our surveillance satellites picked up a huge cluster of naval shipments arriving at port Haydarpasa, Turkey. The crates contain a myriad of explosives, grenades and medium to heavy arms. We suspect that the HIVE is planning to receive these arms as of means to bolster their combat effectiveness and weaken our ability to control their spread across the world." I slump back in my chair. Jesus. The whole world? This is bad. The General takes a sip of whisky, wipes his greyish moustache and continues. "I've already charted the necessary military aircraft, boats and equipment for you and your team. Your primary objective is to take out any HIVE military presence in the dock, secure the arms for collection, and if possible, capture hostages we can interrogate for information of the HIVE's upper nest." I nod and process the information. Something suddenly doesn't click in my mind. "Team, sir?" I inquire. The General nods, and types something on his computer, which brings up the names and nationalities of operators onto my screen. "Due to HIVE activity appearing across the globe, our forces are spread thin. That being said, GAPS (Government Arms and Private Sector) has agreed to allot some of their finest operators to our operations during these times. Reinforcement infantry will also be available to you when required." I swipe through the files, analysing each operator's specialty, age and military branch.
OPERATOR FILE: Maxwell "Shadow" Johnson
Age: 22
Affiliations: Special Air Service
Specialisations: CQC, Chemical Warfare, Crowd Control
Currently Employed As: Broadsword Squad Sergeant
OPERATOR FILE: Jarrod "Pence" Claeson
Age: 23
Affiliations: Särskilda Skyddsgruppen
Specialisations: Fortification, Bomb Defuse, Cyber-Terrorism
Currently Employed As: 6th Defence Brigade Private
OPERATOR FILE: Sakura Yamamoto
Age: 21
Affiliations: Special Operations Group
Specialisations: Chemical Warfare, Breacher, Entry man
Currently Employed As: 21st Brigade Sergeant
OPERATOR FILE: Ashleigh "Spear" Harris
Age: 24
Affiliations: Navy Seals, NATO, UN
Specialisations: Marksman, Overwatch, Fortification
Currently Employed As: Seal Team 12 Sniper
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My Classmate is a Killer (Unfinished)
Teen FictionSecrets are the root of lies and deceit. But what if the secret meant life or death? Jordan McDuff bears one of these secrets, being the youngest killer in the country. A former SAS Operative at 17, Jordan struggles to move on from his past life, be...
