The Cartel

Chapter I

A Couple Of Weeks Later

Agent Andrew Yampa had received his next case. His mission: to infiltrate The Cartel, basically. The only way that could be done was chopping the right head off the Hydra, the right tail of the Kitsune. He needed to find out who the leader was, gather evidence, and contact the CIA. Then his boss, Director Addison Siege, would decided whether it was Yampa's job to kill or to bring in alive. Not doubt it would be to kill.

Simply, really...Not.

Agent Yampa had been investigating for just a couple of days when he came across a file on Kayla Rax, a former ASIS agent. She had shot one of her own recently-her own partner, in fact. But why? How was it connected to The Cartel? Could it be possible-Kayla the Hydra?

The agent shook his head, scolding himself for jumping to conclusions. He'd had only a single cat nap these past few days while investigating. Something kept him going; he guessed it was the hunt, the want and need to take down this shithead Hydra.

He never understood how people could even consider arms dealing, human trafficking, selling government intelligence, etc. Did your morals go askew or are you just not right in the grapefruit?

And yet, here was The Cartel. The one organization to do it all, and still it wasn't caught. How in the hell did they do it?

With a new lead and dozens of questions buzzing around in his head, Agent Yampa laid down to get the best sleep he had in days. Tomorrow, he would head towards checking out the body of the man shot.

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Former ASIS agent Nicolas Dellamonica lay on the slab, eyes close with his face looking up to the ceiling. Agent Yampa pursed his lips in anger, unable to understand the sicko that shot one of their own.

Agent Nick Dellamonica had been a fantastic agent, according to his records. One of the best. He replaced Agent Kayla Rax's first partner-and noted best friend, Agent Carly Chalkton-after her disappearance. Did Kayla have something to do with Agent Chalkton's disappearance too?

"Thank you," Agent Yampa told the medical examiner, who seemed strikingly familiar to him.

Doctor MacEwen, as her tag read and as the name she had given the agent (although, it was more along the lines of Doctah MacEwen with her Aussie accent), gave him a tight smile. Her brunette hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her hair had a slight natural wave to it that made the ends of her hair curl up. Her brown eyes displayed intelligence, but she was careful to keep them, along with the rest of her body language, impassive. Despite her attempts in doing so, Agent Yampa had caught the glint in her eye that showed a sort of softness, revealing that she was disturbed as much as Yampa was.

Another thing that gave away how much she actually cared, or at least something that showed she did in fact have some interest, was their following conversation:

"Why would someone-" The M.E. cut herself off. "Why do you need to see this one, may I ask?" The doctor had a sense of sophistication when she talked, something Agent Yampa didn't see in many women.

Yampa gave her his infamous smile that said, 'That's classified.' The courtly Dr. MacEwen frowned upon it.

She was stubborn, not about to let this one slip by that easily. "Does this have to do with his killer?" She had said it warily, giving away that she knew something.

Was it something important? Could it be a game changer? No, that would be too easy!

"What's your name?"

"I told you: Doctor MacEwen." She was close to snapping the answer as she slowly but surely became impatient.

"Would you like to talk it over some drinks?" he offered in attempt to eventually pull out whatever she was hiding. Even the smallest detail could be the biggest game changer.