Project Frigidum

Chapter 1

       

My communication piece crackled in my ear, notifying me that I should give an update on my search for the newest target I was assigned. I touched the ear piece, turning on my microphone so that I would be able to speak to give them my whereabouts and if I had found the target yet.

"Update," a monotone voice requested, as I had yet to speak.

"I've found my target. I'm closing in on him now," I state, crouching behind the trees that gave me cover from being spotted.

"Understood. Engage target now."

I let go of the button, and the earpiece crackles off, giving my cue to intercept the target. I move slowly around the trees, coming to the backside of the target, and prepare to attack him. My ice abilities let me create a small ornate frozen dagger, and I hold it close, before lunging at him.

As if he already sensed my presence, he side stepped, and crossed his arms with a smirk, as I roll and stand. I let my dagger disappear into thin air, the ice reflecting the sunlight that crept through the rooftop of leaves. I dust off some of the dirt that had clung to my clothes, and finally look up to see the target staring back.

"Well, that didn't go as expected," I tell him, stretching a bit, getting ready for an obvious fight.

"I like to keep things unpredictable," he replied.

"Let's see how you fight, then."

I launch myself at him, doing a kart wheel followed by my foot kicking down on his head. He's surprised, and tries to recover, but I'm already attacking him again, my foot followed by a knee to the gut.

He held his stomach, his black spiked hair falling over his face, as he looked up with hateful brown eyes. He stands up, only wincing slightly, and chuckles at my attacks on him.

"You hit like a girl-"

Before he can even finish his sentence, I speed at him, pulling my fist back so I could punch him with my gained momentum. He smirks, before dodging, and grabs my arm, throwing me to the ground. I cough, the sudden movement taking my ability to breathe away from me. He only smirks at me, cracking his knuckles.

"Round two, Miss Mysterious Lady?"

"Screw off," I say from the ground, and push off the ground, flipping backwards and grabbing his forearms, bringing him to the earth. I dig my heel into his back, and yank his hair up, so his face is off the ground. He hisses at me, in obvious pain.

"Sorry sweetie, we'll have to have a rain check on that," I finally reply, and bring my last resort, the most pitiful weapon I have in my vault, out from my pocket.

The good ol' quick KO weapon. The chloroform towel.

I clamp it over his mouth before he can respond, his eyes widening incredibly. He tries to move from it, shaking his head, but I tug his hair harder, and lock the towel onto his face. Slowly, his eyes roll to the back of his head, and he falls into a coma-like state.

Done and done.

I wipe the accumulated dirt off of my hands, and continue to clean the rest of my outfit off from sustained earth. As I finish up, I turn on my communication piece, and grab the target's foot, dragging him on the grass. I find myself highly amused when his hair is filled with forest-found objects, and as he's hit by whatever is in my path.

"Sir, I have the target. Currently unconscious. But I believe he can be very useful for us. His fighting skills rival my own."

I hear deep chuckling from the other side, and shuffling sounds in my ear piece.