The woman listened to me as I retold what happened in the room right before I shot him. "This 'Ulysses Malik' guy seems like trouble" she commented, brushing a strand of hair out of her face with her hand. Travis nodded in agreement.
"Do you need me to take care of him?" All I want- no, need to do is get over with this "training session".
She glanced at me, slight amusement sparkling in her eyes. "I see you're the reckless type. Very few agents are willing to jump into a mission knowing nothing about their target."
I scowled at her. "I can find information on him if you'd want, but at a cost, of course." She continued, ignoring me.
She handed me a small paper with a photo of a man on it. His dirty blond hair unkempt and brown eyes devoid of emotion.
"This is Dennis Smith. He has been involved in drug dealing and is suspected to be part of a mass murder. We have found out that he'll be in Pretoria, located in Gauteng, South Africa next week. Do you accept this contract?"
I stood there in silence for a few seconds. "I do" I confirmed. I had to get the information one way or another. The woman's grin made her look like a Cheshire cat.
"Good doing business with you, Agent 91." She walked towards the door. Before I could ask her name, she was gone.
A/n: I changed the location to Pretoria because I realized I know absolutely nothing about Marrakech. The following chapters are also going to be a bit longer and I'm planning of doing quite alot of editing so that my chapters feel like actual chapters and not like a single page
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Dicing with Death
AzioneHumans have started making clones, referred to as "Agents", with their own DNA in a desperate attempt for power. After Travis Graves's daughter gets shot, Agent 91 is sent on a final "training session" in order to hunt down and kill the one behind...
