Thank you so much for reading my story and thank @KiraVengeance for the shout out. If you hadn't yet, check out her stories too. They're awesome ! Have fun reading ! :)
"So, What's my case ?" Mark asked curiously. Usually he just got his information trough the phone. Having to get to the office for information was pretty unusual.
"The information is in my office. Follow me please." His boss sounded serious. Mark followed him, looking a bit at the screens. Many of them showed the same room from different angles. In the room where a few man with masks on. In the middle of the room was a chair with someone in it. Mark looked at another screen with a front angle of the chair and saw that someone was tied to the chair. A tall boy with black hair. He didn't seem any older then 18 and was probably even younger. The boy was looking around scared, but didn't dare to move more then his head. The masked men all had some kind of gun and walked around the boy. Mark didn't exactly know what was going on there, but he was sure it had something to do with his case.
"Sharpshot !" Mark awoke from his thoughts about what he could do and what the exact mission would be. "Stop dreaming! You've got a job to do!" Mark hurried over to his boss, still wondering what would have happened. He also had the feeling that he had seen that room before, but that couldn't be.
Mark kept following his boss trough the whole office into a small hall with around 6 doors on each side and one at the end. The walls, sealing and floor where deep black and the doors where even a darker shade of black. Next to every door was a little metal sign with a name on it. This was where the heads of the organization must work. Mark had never been there, but he had heard about it. The place gave him goosebumps and send a shiver down his spine. You couldn't hear any sound from the main office, even though there was only one wall separating the places. "Follow me please, Sharpshot." His boss kept his voice low and beckoned Mark.
They walked trough the hall to the last door. The little metal sigh said;
Mr. Credricson. Leader of the Secret Department of safety.
Mr Credricson had already put his hand on the scan next to the door and was looking in an eye-scan. The door opened and Mark hurried after Mr. Credricson. "Sit down." Mr. Credricsons voice didn't sound unfriendly. Mark sat down in the big, leather chair in front of his boss'. He looked around the office. It was a big room, but the walls were barely visible. Everywhere you looked you saw pieces of newspapers, official looking contracts and papers, some little notes with reminders on them and pictures of his agents on the walls. All the pictures where official looking ones, except for one. The picture on his desk showed him with all the agents of the organization, smiling.
After Mark had looked his eyes out, seeing as he would probably never get in this office again, he looked at his boss. "So, what's my case ?" Mark asked, sounding more serious this time. "You saw the room on the monitors right?" Mark nodded, expecting it to be a drug deal gone wrong or something, but for such a little thing wouldn't be called to be at the office. "They are agents from another country, and that boy is my son." Mr. Cedricson looked down while saying this. "They are doing this to threaten the SDOS and me." Mark looked surprised at his boss. He never knew he had a son. Now that he knew that, he saw that the boy had the same black hair. "So my mission is to save your son." Mr. Cedricson looked suddenly up at Mark. "That, and you have to kill those people. They are stopping us from doing our missions." Mark nodded again. "How many are there and where can I find them." He said in a determined voice. He had never seen his boss like this. He looked sad and beaten down. Usually he was hard, determined and strict looking."I knew I could count on you." He sounded a bit cheered up now. "They are with 4 men and they are in the empty house in your own street." Mark looked up surprised again. That's why he recognized the room. He had been in that building with Jack once, to see what was in there.
"Yeah I know that place, I've been there before." Mark said, thinking back about how scared Jack was and how much fun he had scaring Jack. "Good, then you'll know where to be. Go grab the stuff you need and go. These people aren't as trained as you, but they've had training and know how to handle weapons. " Mark, still half in the memory of him and Jack in the empty house, nodded and followed his boss out of the office. He grabbed what he needed and was ready to go.
Mark was back in his car, his weapons well hidden so no one would call the police on him. He drove past Jacks house. Ignoring the urge to see the Irish man and just leave his mission, he drove past the happy looking house. He drove to the end of the street where he lived and parked the car in front of his own house. He walked the rest which was a short two minutes and stood in front of the empty house. From the outside you could impossibly see what was going on inside. Mark heard his ringtone and, in stead of looking turned the sound off. He knew that the room where the people were was on the second floor and was the only room without windows. He slowly walked in the house and didn't dare to turn his light on. His Sharpshot instinct took over and he felt the adrenaline race trough his body. He had to make a plan, but what could he do? He couldn't just go up there and start shooting. It would be four against one in a small room. There was no way that could work out well for him. He was thinking about everything he had learned in his school and his experience. Just when he had a plan he heard someone come down the stairs. "Show yourself!" A low voice shouted. The man had problably heard his ringtone. Mark had found a hiding spot behind a cabinet where he could look through a little hole. He peeked at the man to see what his chances where. The man had dark hair and was wearing a mask. He was very tall and looked really muscular. Someone else would be intimidated, but Mark could tell by the way he was holding his gun that he wasn't the best shooter. "Get out of your hiding spot! I'll find you anyway." The guy said threatening. Mark was thinking and knew that this was actually perfect. He had to put his plan in action.
