2. Takeover. Project Xx

No 3 Carlos

A few days had passed since the murders of Razor and Jahn, and tensions were still high. There was a lot of confusion about who was behind the killings and how whole support teams got wiped out. The Red Eye Gang were used to controlling everything, but frustratingly, it seemed they were losing control in this situation. They had no intelligence on who the killer was, whether they worked for the C.S.A., or if it was an attempt to take over from another gang. So many rumours were flying about. Most believed it was the C.S.A., but they usually went public after such high-profile events.

Carlos decided to live and conduct business on his yacht for the foreseeable future. Yachts were his passion, and he spent his dirty cash on them. His yachts were more like small ships, around one hundred and seventy meters long, and could accommodate thirty guests and eighty staff. With a cache of weapons onboard, they could protect themselves from most threats, including aerial.

Of course, Colonel Frank Thomas knew what Carlos was likely to do. His intel teams predicted that the drug lords would withdraw to the places where they felt most secure, their spoils. The plan would be to take Jen out by using a stealth submarine. This small stealth submarine could avoid all types of sonar but didn't carry any weapons—apart from Jen. The submarine would deploy Jen underneath the hull, and she would do the rest.

It was dusk. Jen wrestled with her wet suit; nobody enjoyed putting these on. The figure-hugging neoprene suit outlined her muscular physique as she prepared to enter the small stealth submarine and begin the journey from the mother ship. The night was calm, and the sea was still. Carlos had anchored off the coast and near a small island to provide some cover. With Carlos on the yacht were thirty armed mercenaries with much firepower, from surface-to-air missiles to rocket-propelled grenades and machine guns—the firepower rivalling a small army. Carlos did not want to take any risks. Meetings with suppliers had been cancelled, sentries would patrol the deck at all times, and he would even have divers check the underneath of the yacht for explosives; Carlos didn't want to be number three. He wasn't going to be number three.

Jen was enjoying herself. Her strength seemed to grow; her muscles felt like they were bursting out of her skin but had now stopped growing. Gliding through the water, she thought for a few moments about Kelly. Despite being double-crossed with the money, she couldn't thank Kelly enough for giving her this fantastic super strength; Jen remembered fondly how they first met and wondered where Kelly was now. She couldn't be sure though, if she saw Kelly again if she would hug her or kill her. She turned her focus back to the mission. If she pulled this off, there were only two left, and then she would be the head of The Red Eye Gang; she would become rich and powerful, all she had ever wanted.

Minutes soon passed as the state-of-the-art submarine started to descend, going deeper and directly underneath the yacht's hull. Jen proceeded with her final checks, and then the pilot released the cover, and Jen swam out and upwards.

It wasn't long before Jen could see the outline of the hull. Without warning, a spear, presumably from a harpoon gun, went past; it was close. Jen turned. Another came towards her, but her lightning-quick reactions caught it, her tight grip bending it before she released it. She had located the threat. Her powerful legs propelled her through the water quicker than any Olympic swimmer. It was one of Carlos' men; he looked at the human missile head straight at him. He dropped his harpoon gun and had enough time to grab his diving knife. But not enough time to do anything with it. Jen had already reached him. He didn't know it was futile, but he tried to wrestle with Jen, who, even before her super strength, would have been able to overpower him.

As he went to grab Jen's mask, her superior strength deflected his attempt. She then grabbed his wrists and snapped them
Both simultaneously with ease. The knife fell from his hand. Jen grabbed his regulator and pulled it out. His attempt to keep it in his mouth by biting down would have worked with a normal-strength opponent. Jen pulled without effort. Her gentle pull was enough to dislocate his jaw and remove most of his teeth. Her arms reached out, grabbing the front of his facemask and the rear of his head; using little effort, she tightened her grip, her biceps lazily flexing as the facemask shattered and started to embed in his skull. There was a soft cracking sound as she crushed his skull.