I was sent to capture the CIA's most wanted fugitive.
But things took a tragic turn,
My entire team was murdered before my eyes, and I was kidnapped by said fugitive.
It seemed like my government had forgotten me and I became a puppet for the fugi...
The casket was dark and hot, and poor Agent Wright was running out of oxygen …...and blood. He prayed to whoever was listening, that he wouldn’t die before he was taken back to the CIA office. Even worse, he prayed they’d listen to their boss’s orders and return him to his people. He closed his eyes and he saw the dead bodies of his fellow agents and dispatched Navy SEALs, he shook with fear. They did not underestimate Andreas Hidalgo, but this was beyond all their calculations.
And Laura, was she dead? He wondered, or worse, was she being tortured for sport? He had a huge crush on Laura and even after she’d let him down nicely, he was going to take her to a nice dinner after they were all done with Code Hidalgo and Andreas was behind bars.
The contrast between that thought and the current situation at hand was frightening as fuck. Now Laura’s status was unknown and he was on the final edge of life, while Death just lurked in the mirror, staring him down.
The car finally came to a stop. He heard two gunshots and the trunk was open. He felt the casket move and then a thud to the ground and then he lost all sense of consciousness.
Director Wilcox and the Operation room of the white house had lost all contact with the agents on site. The president of the united states was called into a diplomatic meeting with the Russian ambassador so he had to leave the operation in the hands of the National security advisor. Laurel Wells was never fond of Laura, so this was her chance to get rid of her. From the screen, they spotted some chatter, an aircraft, belonging to Andreas Hidalgo.
“We need to send backup to them since we can’t hear anything.” Director Wilcox suggested, his hands sweaty and his facial features pale. Laura was like a daughter to him and he cherished her mother deeply. So how was he going to tell her that her daughter had gone missing, or worse died in action?
Backup finally arrived the scene on land and reported back to them in the operation room.
“All agents down, I repeat, all agents down.” The radio came in. “No sign of Agent Laura Hill.”
Director Wilcox was sweating, the CIA director folded his arms, unmoved by the news. Laurel on the other hand wore a rather annoying smirk. And then it hit Director Wilcox, the chatter they spotted in the air, she was there, Laura was there. They just needed to bring her home.
Director Wilcox got on his knees in front of Laurel. “Send backups in the air, please, she is in that plane.”
“For all we know she has spilled our country’s secrets and Hidalgo has blown her brains out.” Laurel argued.
“I’m begging you.” He pressed, still on his knees.
“I’m in charge of National Security, not your agents.” Laurel said, her tone bearing a hint of finality in it.
They looked at the screen again, the chatter was gone, Laura was gone. It was this moment Director Wilcox got a call from New York.
“Agent Wright, we just found him in a casket right outside the building.” The broken voice of a panicked agent. Agent Rodriguez.
“What?” Director Wilcox stood up from where he knelt. He took one last look at Laurel and hoped that karma would pay her a visit.
“He has been rushed to the hospital.” The agent’s throat closed up, he wasn’t sure how to deliver the next news to his boss who stayed silent on the line, although he could hear him breathing fast. Too fast.
Agent Rodriguez sniffled as he continued,
“There’s a note in the casket, an envelope and it contains a wedding invitation.” His voice broke.
“Laura, she’s the bride.”
AUTHOR'S NOTE
So this is kind of from the Narrator's pov, and I hope you like it!
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