William Riker had everything in him that one would expect a mercenary to have the chiseled good looks with a scruffy beard covering his lower face. Now the eleven hundred dollar suit was a little on the wrong side for just your average mercenary but Riker was anything but normal let alone average. Riker knew that there were eyes always trying too keep trying of the not so average everyday run of the mill citizen. Between ever watchful cameras and over head military satellites those said same citizens would flip their proverbial wigs if they knew how much their own government watched their every movement all in the supposed name of national security. The National Security Agency or as many knew as the NSA kept close tabs or what they thought were close tabs on the likes of Riker's movements and other operators like himself. Private armies became a very profitable venture these past few decades. Countries around the world were fighting wars they did not want their native armies fighting out in the open for the world too openly see. News agencies could prove too be problematic but those incontrovertible reporters had short life spans depending where they happened too find themselves trying too report the news.. Will had spent quite a lot of his time in a number of Russian satellite countries. William had spent a great deal of his mercenary career in Chechnya until the money was no longer worth all the trouble. Between the world help agencies, the mafia factions and other terrorists groups fighting for control on the war torn country. So that meant Riker worked mostly out of Africa with a few profitable trips too the Sudan from time too time as well. When the Sterling Group recruiter ran into him while he was in Africa Will was introduced into an even higher life style which Will Riker quickly took quite a liking too. Will remembered accidentally bumping into a rather strikingly beautiful business executive in the hotel bar he had been staying in. They struck up a conversation and she introduced Riker too the extensive world of company espionage.
Will Riker had too squint as he stared into the glaring sun light walking down the Gulfstream 4 steps gantry too the waiting ground. The jet had landed on a private dusty airstrip owned by one of Singer International's many multi conglomerates. A nice gleaming black Hummer was parked several feet away from the gulfstream. Will looked around till his eyes fell on two similar dressed gentlemen with matching crew cuts who stood near the Hummer standing at attention there arms cross waiting patiently. When everyone's eyes met the two moved into action walking towards Will as he hit the ground running." "I'm Mr White and my associate is Mr. Black." the closest one spoke as Will whipped by them making for the back door of the Hummer. Will paused before opening the door. "Have any other plane's military or otherwise landed in the past hour or so? he demanded more than asked. Mister White shook his head negatively. "No planes of any type other than yours have arrived since we have touched down. But we do have a C 141 heading this way due in exactly twenty five minutes or less depending on the tail winds." Will nodded taking in all the information Mr. White was telling him. He also quickly accessed the given information as too the potential trouble from this incoming C-141 might cause him and the operation. "OK lets get too the site ASAP I want men around that perimeter for a good thirty clicks then inform me on anyone or anything they come across." Will pulled the Hummer door open then glanced around one more time. "Let's get a move on!" he ordered slamming the door for a period too the end of his sentence.
Mister White glanced over from the passenger seat too Mister Black who was in the drivers seat.. "Oh Happy Joy Joy. This is going too be a whole lot of fun. I can feel it in my balls." White's voice was only ten degrees pass being past sarcastic. They both sat in their perspective seats of the Hummer speeding off the strip in a matter of seconds. Will reached into an inside pocket producing a very small ultra fancy satellite phone. He punched in a single digit then waited quietly as the call was routed through the proper satellites. When Will heard an audible click he knew that someone was on the line. "I am on the ground heading for the site as we speak. We have a potential problem heading our way with no identification but we will beat it too the site with no problem. Are there any instructions or requests that I need too know up front at the present?"
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Project Blackthorne
AcakThere was a scary group once upon a time called Torchwood in the Empire. Then there is Project Blackthorne in the Colonies. Blackthorne is a private contractor that investigates the truely weird things that even the Men In Black thought were only me...
