Crosshairs
The scope of the Remmington M-24 was aimed directly at his chest. Check couldn’t miss. In a few precious seconds the driver of the 2010 Grey Dodge Viper GTS was going to have a bullet in his heart. Check was a contract killer. He had light colored skin, brown eyes, six foot one, and had light brown hair. He had been paid $30,000 to deliver a micro-chip that would be leaving Miami at exactly 3:04 P.M. on March 14th 2009 in a Grey Dodge Viper GTS.
“Just as he told me,” Check Thought.
He hadn’t asked any questions. Not even why a micro-chip was worth $30,000 and five lives to his employer. That brought him here, in a small office building in the outskirts of Miami. His finger tightened. To the driver, it was quiet, too quiet. Only the sound of a trigger pulling and the crack of a gun broke the silence, sending the world into chaos…
A woman screamed. Somebody yelled. “Call an ambulance,” echoed across the voices. The roar was deafening. The air was filled with panic. Folding the Remmington M-24 into a neat little package, Check jumped down the stairs and sprinted outside. The first thing he saw was fire. The second was a small blue box. He grabbed the later and sped towards a waiting car.
Mike found a tear slipping down his cheek. He knew two of the soldiers that died in the wreck personally. Dirk the driver and Bret the armed guard. They were great soldiers, but, more importantly, they were his friends. He had had many a laugh with them. Mike was a well-built strong man, stood 5 feet eleven inches, and weighed in at 140 pounds. He was also a surveillance officer in the C.R.E.W. He had watched the whole series of events unfold from a camouflaged Stealth-Runner. He had watched the sleek assassin Check set up his gun, he had watched him take aim, and Mike had watched his finger as it delicately pulled the trigger ending lives. All that it
would have taken was a press of a button and two twin missiles would have streaked out of twin camouflaged barrels and eliminated the building Check was staked out in. But his orders were clear. No contact, only surveillance. Nobody was to know he was there. The chameleon-stealth-field-generator was bending light, even then, to make him invisible. A blast would have made him vulnerable and visible. But it would have saved lives…
Chameleon Stealth Field Generators, Stealth-Runners, and many others are all products of the C.R.E.W. The C.R.E.W. is a secret organization that is based all around the world. The idea was to monitor all potentially evil activity, including what Secret Services couldn’t. In the past the C.R.E.W. has corrupted many times, including the soon to be leaders accidentally sparking WWI and the Afghan wars. The C.R.E.W. has agents everywhere, and can act on anything in less than five minutes. The Afghan wars were started by an accidental Chameleon Prototype failure, caught by Spy Satellites. The U.S. satellites turned an alarm, Nuclear Proliferation by Al Qaeda. Not their fault, but easy to blame. So, spies took the easiest route, lying.
The C.R.E.W. isn’t all bad though, many wars have been prevented from starting or advancing through their hand. WWII for instance, Adolf Hitler was “persuaded” to at least surrender. The technology to build the A-bomb was “Slipped.” The latter is arguable, but the C.R.E.W. has mostly protected the world, not destroyed it.
C.R.E.W. technology is highly coveted, selling for about $5,000,000 a piece. This story, is about a certain very valuable chip that cashes in on the black market for about $7,000,000,000.
