HYSTERICAL OUTBREAK: Round Four

Cure #4: Field Training Fail

Field Training Fail

ELEMENTS:
Driving a tower crane & Cutting onions

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The sound of a slight buzz alarm inside the premises of Central Intelligence Agency caught Agent Blue Barton and Agent Nigel Wood's attention, they somehow asked themselves if they are in for another mission.

"Agents Wood and Barton, Hatcher requires your presence."

Danica, Hatcher's secretary called them both and confirmed their question. They immediately stood up from the couch of the CIA's waiting room and started walking towards Hatcher's office.

As they arrived and opened the door, a smile from Hatcher greeted them. The two agents smiled in return thinking that their boss's smile was contagious. Hatcher pointed his hand to one of the swivel chairs, inviting them to sit down.

"Another mission is being given to you by CIA, boys. You'll be handling the illegal weapon smuggler Markos Cavaziel," Hatcher started talking and clicked the remote. The screen displayed at the back of Hatcher's swivel chair immediately showed an image of a bearded man smoking in an alley of a row of apartment buildings while talking to a man facing the camera on his back. "He's currently living in the lands of Budapest, Hungary for his warehouse is there. Don't go easy on him boys, Markos is someone you cannot draw by small talks."

"Then what do you want us to do, sir?" Nigel spoke up.

Hatcher clicked the remote again. This time, showing an image of a majestic hotel. "Markos' warehouse is located in this building called Beau De Laure. Currently, we got an information that it's located in the basement of this hotel. So don't be too surprised if Markos owned this place too. "

Hatcher handed them both a CIA sealed gray folder. The agents accepted it and when they opened the folder, the image of people tortured to death and multiple boxes of firearms made Nigel whistle.

"Looks like this dude was a psycho player and heck, he's tearing the private parts of the men tortured! This man has grudges, Nigel." Agent Blue hysterically pointed the images. Nigel shook his head and glanced back at what he's holding.

"Don't be such a baby, Barton. People like this would do gruesome acts to threaten CIA. I see so much effort in him by the way." Nigel said crisply and continued flipping the pages of the portfolio.

"Man, this is the reason why I ain't toured my wife in One Direction concerts because of these crazy ass bitches!" Blue babbled complaints in his ear. Nigel snickered and shook his head.

Hatcher surprisingly laughed making the two agents look at him.

"I'm sorry for the delay of vacation, Agent Barton. I assure you that once you accomplish this task, you will get your two weeks vacation." Hatcher smiled making the happy lines on his face wrinkled even more.

"Really? So what are we waiting here for, Nigel? Let's go kick some bearded psycho's ass." Blue stood up from the swivel chair and grabbed his jacket.

"You were the one who's a bit hesitant minutes ago," Nigel sneered. "Afraid that Cavaziel will chop your balls off for his dinner soup?"

Blue frowned. "Very funny, man. Easy for you to say, you haven't tied the knot yet."

Nigel chuckled ignoring his remark and stood up. "I assure you this mission to be accomplished, sir."

"So do I." Blue followed.

Hatcher smiled and nodded curtly.

"You'll find what you need at the supply room. Guns, passports, and credit cards for your stay on Beau De Laure. Don't forget to wear a sensor and a tracker too. Things might get difficult so I suggest I'll let S.W.A.T come your way if that would happen."