Prizm: The Man From DART

Chapter 1

John Wolfe stepped out of the limousine and walked forward toward the venue with a gorgeous woman on his arm. He waved to the flashing cameras and stepped inside with his date.

He shook hands for a few minutes, met some very popular and powerful people, and then excused himself.

"Very sorry gentlemen, but I must visit the facilities. Excuse me a moment."

He walked out of the enormous marble room, and down a corridor he knew didn't lead to the restrooms. He glanced over his shoulders, making sure no one was following, and ducked into a small broom closet off the corridor.

Inside, he shed the white suit he was wearing to reveal a sleek black, skintight suit underneath. He tapped his watch, which glowed bright and cast a map onto the wall of the small closet.

"Okay, Wolfe, let's see where the boss's office is.", he murmured to himself.

His eyes landed on a red blip pulsing in a room on the third floor of the venue.

"Gotcha.", he said, a grin spreading across his chiseled face.

Looking up, he saw an air vent large enough for someone to crawl through, which is exactly what he did. He crawled dark, cramped, air vents until he was right over his target.

Suddenly, the concealed earpiece he was wearing chirped.

"Over the target now. What's your status?", he said, unscrewing bolts holding the vent to the ceiling.

A silky female voice in a slight Russian accent replied,

"They are beginning to ask where you are. You might want to hurry."

"No problem, Canary. Dropping in now. Keep them occupied a little longer.", said Wolfe, pulling the grate into the vent and dropping quietly to the floor.

The earpiece chirped off, and he moved over to a massive mahogany desk occupying a large area of the room. He swiftly checked the many drawers and found what he was looking for. A manila envelope full of state secrets and missile codes.

He tucked the envelope into a bag on his back and slipped back into the ceiling. Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the office, and he scrambled to place the grate back in its place.

"Boss, the boys say there's a guy who matches a description of that DART guy. I dunno how he got in, but now we can't find him."

The man speaking was thin, with a sunken face, and long, straight blond hair. He looked dirty, and Wolfe didn't know why he was there.

"Well fuckin' find him! I can't have a DART agent crawling around.", said another voice Wolfe recognized.

Tony "Boss" Varro was a solid 300 pounds of pure muscle and Italian temperament. He spoke with a thick Italian-American accent, and always wore expensive suits and dark sunglasses, even indoors.

"Get going! Find the sonofabitch and bring him here. I want to meet this John Wolfe."

Wolfe smirked and quietly made his way back through the maze of vents, and dropped back into the broom closet. He put his suit back on, fixed his hair, and opened the door.

He was met with the muzzle of a gun in his face. The thin man he had seen earlier was glaring at him, seeming willing to blow his head off.

"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong guy.", said Wolfe, feigning confusion.

The blond man spoke into a walky-talky he was holding,

"I have him boss. We're coming up now.", he said, gesturing with the gun for Wolfe to start walking.