Stilinski

Chapter Two

Jackson Whittemore stood at the top of his tower in admiring the sunset over the Rocky Mountains. Denver had been the perfect city, and obvious choice to place his glorious tower. Wasn't the biggest city in the United States, but it had the best view.

He had taken his inheritance from his step parents, along with the money he got when he turned eighteen, and he used it wisely. He manufactured vehicles, civilian and military. Though the real money came from the special agencies. They needed the best equipment, and luckily for Jackson the best equipment didn't come cheap. It was top of the line, and agencies all over the world wanted his supplies.

Though Jackson loved money, he wasn't corrupt. He refused to sell any military supplies to countries that the US government forbid him to. He wasn't going to risk his credibility, or the lives of innocent civilians for some extra cash.

The door to his office opened and Jackson sighed, annoyed that he couldn't go five minutes without an interruption. Turning he found his secretary peering through the door.

"Yes Heather?" Jackson asked his voice showing that he was agitated.
"Sir, the deputy director of the CIA is here to see you."
Jacksons eyes widened in confusion and worry.
"Tell him, that he can't just walk in without an appointment and expect me to see him!"

The door next to Heather opened and Deputy Director Morris walked in.
"Sorry but it's quite urgent."
Jackson took a quick breath to regain his composure and nodded for him to take a seat at his desk.

"Would you like any thing to drink Deputy Director?" Jackson asked politely. Morris declined quietly and before Jackson had sat down it was all laid out.

"Are you aware that your shipment last week which was supposed to be delivered to the British....was well compromised?"

"What?!" Jackson asked completely caught off guard and confused.
"The ship was found this morning, stopped in the middle of the ocean. It's crew dead, and it's cargo missing."
Jackson couldn't respond to shocked to even understand that this had happened.

"Where did it end up?!" Jackson growled after a moments of silence. His anger spiking.
"Probably at the bottom of the Atlantic or in the hands of some men with a grudge against the United States."
"What?" Jackson snarled, clenching his fist.

"I'm here, wondering what was on that charter Mr. Whittemore. You can either give me the information now, or you and your facility will be under investigation."

Jackson gulped, even though he had done nothing wrong he knew he shouldn't mess with the CIA. He'd end up framed for something, or they'd dig deep and find out he died when he was Sixteen, and magically came back to life.

"Yes sir, I'm here to help you. I'll have the file on your desk by tomorrow morning!"

Shaking his head Morris replied, "With all due respect I'd like to have it before I leave this building."

"If you talk to Heather, before you leave she'll get you the file."
"Nice doing business with you... and Mr. Whittemore, any idea why your frater would be attacked like that?"

Jackson shook his head no, but in truth his mind went to a few places. None of them were good. As he shook hands with the Deputy Director he had a feeling that none of this was good. The CIA, was the only one who knew his shipment times besides himself and the buyer. It was this way so nobody would catch the scent of Military equipment being shipped.

It shouldn't of happened like this. Jackson knew that for sure. He always mixed the shippings with luxury cars, and bikes. Nobody would suspect a thing, nobody had. Until now, and that had Jackson Whittemore worried. His first thought went into maybe someone at his company had sold out. Then a worse thought crossed his mind. The CIA may have a leak. In his anger, the werewolves blue eyes shown as he turned back towards the window to calm his nerves.

Tyler Jones sat alone in his office, smiling to himself. His happy mood was something usually in seen on his face. Most people knew him as a serious down to earth person, who rarely cracked a joke.

The truth of the matter was that Jones was an undercover NFG agent, and every month he was given a profit for information. Though this was a special case. Luckily Jones had never really warmed up to anyone at the CIA, and it didn't matter. Considering what he had just done, he imagined it was a good thing.

All everyone ever told him, was that he was one of the most hard working men in the agency. People respected him and never would of suspected that he would of given up a shipment of military vehicles for a couple million bucks. Well, it was three to be exact, and it was more money than he could of expected. But with the information he had been given, it allowed him to start his true goal. But in reality he hadn't sold out at all. If he was caught that's what would be said. But truthfully he was placed by the NFG to be undercover in the CIA, to help with exactly what he had done. The NFG rewarded him handsomely, and he was ecstatic. The NFG which , according to the media was a South American originated, and only took place in North and South America.

What was failed to be reported, was that it was actually how a Russian cartel made there money. Which spread through out parts of Europe. London and Pairs were a large number of the sex trafficking came into play. South America was used specifically for the drugs. What everyone failed to realize is that they are big, have resources, and were more powerful than anyone would want to admit.

The United States had sent its best operatives, or the GHOST team, to start de stabilizing the drug cartel. There first hit, was busting one of the dealers, which turned around to SEALs destroying two drug facility's, and re turning four children to their families.

But what everyone failed to realize was that the GHOST team was illegal. Funded illegally, every mission was illegal, and only a select few new it existed. Tyler Jones saw past the lies of the CIA, and for the past eight years made a solid cover for himself in the agency. Smiling as he watched the money enter his offshore bank accounts, he couldn't believe how easy it had been.

He had been worried when the NFG had asked him to be an under cover asset for them. He didn't see the use of the CIA. Eight years later he did, and he was glad he had been assigned. It was a thrill, and he was being paid well. He wondered what he would get for dishing out the names of GHOST operatives. He knew the NFG had the money to buy free lancers, and would love to take out members of the organization that were trying to burn there Cartel to the ground. Sighing Tyler realized the Mafia had grown into much more. It was a parasite to the world, and they wanted more.

Shrugging Jones realized that they probably would be considered terrorist after they acted with there new toys. But it wouldn't be for Islam. It would be for the pure enjoyment of fear , and unbalance in the world. With any luck he could help crumble the United States Ghost team, take his money, and retire to an island.

The GHOST team, they were to close to ruining everything. Once the drugs stopped coming, so did a good majority of the NFG's funding. They couldn't afford to loose it. Plus with the fact that prisoners would be taken, and the higher up names of the organization would be thrown out. The NFG would burn, and there wouldn't be anything to grow from.

Plus, if this worked, a dead GHOST agent on the street would expose the illegal CIA team, and then it would take the United States longer to dismantle the NFG. Hopefully when that happened, Jones would be long retired sipping a beer on his own private island completely disappeared.

Now with the three million dollars in a bank account, he could start crumbling the NFG Mafias true threat.
Jones grinned, he didn't have to wait to take action anymore . He could do it now, and now he was going to destroy the GHOST, and watch the NFG cripple the world we know with a front row seat.

Hope you liked the chapters, and hope you liked the surprise of Jackson being in this story. Idk hoe big of a role he will play right now. But he will be needed later down the road, for sure. Also And yeah nobody important dead yet!

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