Cypher

Chapter Two- The Targets

"Do what?!" I exclaimed. "Three of them are fellow agents, why are they my mission?"

"Because they went rogue. They need to be brought in for a... Debriefing." The word debriefing in the FBI meant that the person would be killed or moved to a remote location. It was every agent's nightmare to have that happen to them.

"Is there a reason on why they went rogue?" I asked with a stern face.

At first he said nothing, then he said with a raised voice, "Are you questioning me Stark?!"

It was obvious I had just pissed him off so I figured there was no turning back now. "Yeah, I am actually you can't expect me to go looking for other agents saying that they had left us and not question why and how."

The director looked down at his desk with aggression. "See, Chase, this is why I don't like you. You question everything. With you it's who, what, where, when, and why. That's not how we work here dammit! You're supposed to get your assignment what information you're given and then DO IT!" Everyone outside could hear him. "NOW YOU'RE GOING TO GO OUTSIDE FIND THE NAMES I HAVE GIVEN YOU AND BRING THEN TO ME SO THEY CAN GET DEBRIEFED!"

I was done at this point so I just agreed, "Yes, Sir." I tried my best not to scream. "Where do I start?"

The director took a breath,"Their houses."

With that I grabbed the three pictures and walked out of his office. Red was waiting for me by the security desk. No words were spoken as I walked by and he joined me. We walked to the elevator and Red had pressed the button before I could. It's a little game we have played since we met. I know it's kiddish, but in our line of work you never know when your last day is. As I stepped in and Red followed. When we reached the bottom floor Red had finally spoke, "Wanna talk about it?"

"Can we wait till we're out of the building please." This is said so quietly Red barely heard but he just nodded his head.

When we had reached my car which was a beautiful matte black Audi R8. It cost a pretty penny, but was worth it. Red had sat in the passenger seat as I sat in the driver. After I started the car and was about a mile from the HQ I started talking, "What the hell does he take me for? An idiot who has no mind! I do think and question things, it's a natural human trait!"

"Who's our targets?" Red had asked patiently.

"Somethings off about this case Red I can feel it." I said as I swerved around other cars.

"Even more of a reason to help, and where are we going?" Red asked as he pulled out a snickers bar and opening it.

I yanked the candy bar away from Red and chucked it out the window, "I've told you many times that there was no eating in my car." Red tried to grab at it before I threw it but had failed. He slumped in the seat and moped. I smiled and teased him,"What is the little baby sad that I won't let him have his candy bar?" He just raised his middle finger. "We're here." I said as I stood up out of the car.

"What are we here for?" Red had asked as he opened the front door.

"I'M here for some personal things" I grumbled as I followed into my two story home. I rushed up the stairs and into a door that was to the right. Inside was a small armory like room. Guns lined the walls, boxes on boxes of ammunition and a small closet with cases and holsters to hold every weapon in the room. I reached into the closet and grabbed two cases and two holsters. From the wall I lifted an AX50 .50 and a basic twelve gauge sawed off shotgun and put both in a case. Then I stepped over to the opposite side of the room and grabbed two 9mm pistols. "God, I love my job." They were put in holsters and the holsters were attached to my sides. I grabbed the cases off the floor and walked back down stairs. "Red, open the door to the garage please!"

He came rushing out of the kitchen and got the door for me. "Sorry, I was hungry."

I rolled my eyes as I put the guns in the trunk of a 2013 Chevy Camaro. "Help me get some ammo food boy."

"Hey!" Red groaned as he climbed the stairs. "I'll get the pistol ammo." He grabbed 2 boxes of 50 bullets and walked downstairs. I had grabbed a small cartridge of 12 bullets for the rifle and a box of 20 shots for the shotgun.

Once everything was in the car I looked at Red. "I need a favor from you."

"Anything. Shoot." He said

I felt bad because Red loved to use guns. It was the reason he became an agent, to test and use weapons. The guy had somehow made a damn skill out of it and I was kind of jealous. "I need you to go back to HQ and just pretend like nothing happened. Me and you went to lunch and then I left for the mission."

"These people Chase. Who are they?" Red asked because it was obvious he was worried.

"Red, I was given no information. All that was given to me were names. Three of which are agents, then told to bring them in for debriefing." Red shuttered when I said that. Can't say I blame the guy either. "There's something off about it and I don't want you to get hurt. Also Abigail would kill me if something happened to you. So please don't be a hard headed shroud this time."

"Ok. But if I hear something about you I'll find you. I also expect an update on everything. Deal?" He says with compassion in his eyes.

I smile at at him. "Deal."