"You can come in!" Hollered President Padilla.
A small man in a sleek black suit walked into the room. He looked very nervous with sweat creeping down his forehead as he faced the president, "Uh. Um. Sir."
"Yes, Peter?" Padilla calmly said as he sat down in his chair.
"T-That problem we had. T-The one at the FBI. He found the truth."
"What?"
"The agent sent to take down CYPHER. He um. H-He knows about your plan. I-I'm sorry sir." Peter mumbles as he hunkers down hoping that nothing happens.
"Peter. No. I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I ever put
you on this assignment. Also, I'm gonna have to let you go." Padilla then slowly pulls a gun from the drawer in his desk and sets it on the table. "I wish it didn't have to end like this, really I don't, but it has to be done. I'll give you the chance to do it yourself." He says looking at Peter.
Peter picks up the gun with tears streaming down his face, points it to his head.
BANG!
Padilla presses a button on his desk phone. "Susan can you have a clean up crew sent to my office please. Also send in Brody please and thank you." Within two minutes four men walk in the room and dispose of the body, cleaning up any traces of blood. Two remain and cleaning the blood and disinfecting everything, making sure there's no trace of anything left in the office. As they leave a six foot tall man in a maroon red suit squeezes in.
"Sir you requested me?" The man said without a blink.
"Ahh yes Brody. My favorite little soldier. I have a favor to ask of you. It does require a little... Hard work."
"Anything for you Mr. President." Brody says.
"I need you to take care of a minor problem for me." Padilla opens a drawer and takes out a picture of the man and sets it on his desk, "His name is Charles Stark. I want him dead."
YOU ARE READING
Cypher
ActionAgent Stark is tasked with finding a rogue group of agents who are now calling themselves Cypher. In his hunt for the group he finds some secrets about the U.S. Government that gets him put on the other side of the law.
