One-shot Sample Piece

[Trackers].exe

The car arrived in a mall parking lot filled almost completely. Two people stepped out; the first, Benjamin Arys, a tall, but somewhat lanky thirty-something year old Greco-American man and the other, Claire Voight, an averaged-sized dark haired (though it had probably been dyed; her real hair color is a mystery even to her coworkers) Canadian woman, whose lean muscle showed that she was definitley the more athletic of the two. A police helicopter circled them from above. They had traced the theft of the Iranian ambassador's strong box to this unremarkable mall in Raleigh, North Carolina.

"Really, a mall? God damn it, I hate the mall," she commented sharply.

"Look, as representatives of Interpol, it's our job to track down high-risk targets, and this sometimes lead us to places we don't want to go, even of that means the mall. I'm sorry if this fact inconveniences you," he retorted.

"Shut up, Ben."

He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Omni, we're in public. Use my callsign. You can't just go shouting my name around like that."

"Fine, whatever, Spectre" Omni said distastefuly.

"Hey! Stop messing around out there, and fet thr wily bastard before he slips away again!" A British voice, the voice of their other partner, agent Caleb Burns, or in the field known as X-Calibre, said on the comm lines of the helicopter into their ear pieces.

"Right, err, sorry, X-Calibre.

"What's the situation?" Claire asked.

"I've notified security. They're aware that there is a criminal hiding in there. But as we don't know what he looks like, so play things normal until the two of you can find and apprehend him with minimal collateral damage," X-Calibre instructed.

"Standard track and grab. Simple Enough," Omni stated confidently.

"Watch yourselves. We don't have info on what he can do yet. I'll scan the area from above and see what I can find. If things get too hot in there, I'll provide cover fire," X-Calibre said.

The rustling of him readying his sniper rifle echoed in over the comm line.

"I can handle myself. You guys just stick to the plan and we'll catch him," Omni affirmed.

And with that, she finished stretching, turned the safety off on her pistol, and headed inside. Spectre tucked a tablet into his carry-on bag and quicky scurried to catch up to Omni.

The mall was not a large one, having only a couple department stores and a few stretches of miscellaneous shops. But, despite its smaller size, it was still densely populated...something that would be problematic if and when fighting broke out. Spectre pulled out his tablet and its various screens began changing and performing operations without him even having to touch its interface.

"The trace on the ambassador's stolen strong box indicates that our thief is on a bench near the food court, presumably waiting for a client," Spectre began.

"Good. I'm going to head there now. How quickly can you get hooked up to the security system? I could use a reliable camera feed," Omni asked.

"I'm already there. I finished syncing with their network as you spoke," Spectre boasted, taking pride in his work.

"Yes, yes, we get it; you're a computer geek," she said dismissively.

"Computer Guru," he corrected her.

"Eh, semantics. In the end you're still a nerd," she taunted.

"Whatever, Omni. Just go get the target. I'll wait here and assist you with my camera feeds. I'll be of much more use to you staying put anyway," Spectre explained.