X-Team: The Black Project

Raise a Little Hell

                                                                                     20 years later

[2:35 pm Wed, 2038]

It was a rare sunny day in Seattle, an office building's lobby was filled with business partners, interns and civilians waiting for loved ones to get off work. The building was placed right next to the freeway so it was never a calm place. It was always a place of hustle and bustle. The events about to occur would make the atmosphere less calm than it ever has been. A SWAT team entered the lobby and ordered people to leave. One officer pulled the alarm which made any employees on higher floors evacuate the building. After all the workers and any other civilians left the building, an officer held up his radio and informed another team.

A black steel-clad armoured truck blasted down the freeway. Breaking through the air abnormally fast for such a big and heavy vehicle. It sharply turned right onto the open road and raced towards the building. Cars moved out of the way in fear of being hit by the fast-moving, dark battering ram that was coming up from behind them. The truck got closer and closer to the building. After a few seconds, the truck rammed through the large glass windows itself into the lobby. The doors opened releasing another full team of SWAT members. After the officers got out and readied themselves another person walked out, a young man in a red suit and aviators, carrying two long-barreled revolvers.

"Everyone's been evacuated from the building, the only people here are the people we're here to deal with." Informed the head officer, Captain, William Briggs.

"Oh good, wouldn't want any of the bad guys getting away." The young man said.

The man walked over to the private elevator, it was locked with a biometric scanner. The man walked over to Briggs and gestured for something to be brought to him. An officer brought him a black leather suitcase. He opened it and pulled out an electronic glove with holographic projectors.

"We have the handprints right?" The man said to Briggs.

"Yes we do, we made sure to get them for this specific mission." He established

"We better, or else we won't be getting on this elevator anytime soon, which just means letting Jeronimo away." The young spy stated.

The spy put on the glove and pressed one of the buttons on it, the glove projected the full handprint of Jeronimo Francisca, a data holder and info broker. Jeronimo has been selling secrets to opposing countries of the US. The spy leading this mission, collected tons of information on him so he could finally take him out here today.

The spy placed his hand on the biometric scanner waited to see if it all this special CIA tech was actually worth anything. The lock scanned his hand, reading the handprint that was put before it. The glove project Jeronimo's exact hand shape, even to the most minute detail and groove. after a couple of tense seconds, the elevator unlocked and the spy, with some of his crew, entered. The spy pressed a button which sent the elevator top floor. He reached the 24th floor before the elevator's lights turned red and the whole system stopped working. The spy could hear people arming themselves behind the elevator doors.

"Oswald, maybe you should put that ballistic shield to good use," The spy told. One of the officers named Oswald placed his shield in front of all of them. The doors opened and bullets sprayed the elevator and the shield protecting them. A few seconds have gone by and the soldiers have stopped firing, choosing to reload instead...A mistake on their part. The spy stood up from hiding behind the shield and fired four shots, all hitting individual soldiers, all in the head.

"Headshot!" The Spy joked as the rest of his team stood up and a group of SWAT members flanked the enemies by crashing through the windows. "You took your time," He looked towards one of the officers.