Agent 3

Part 1:

Three:

IPS, short for international protection services, on the surface just a regular private security firm for people to hire when in need of protection. Not well known. Only 'used' by very few.

In reality it is an agency full of assassins or agents who have been trained and taught how to kill effectively and efficiently and carry out covert operations for the government, completely off the books obviously and run by a psychopath.

Which I guess makes us psychopaths too.

The name kind of stuck so all the agents ended up calling it IPS too.

I never understood the whole cover story behind it, I mean really, we could have just built the base somewhere hidden and remained completely anonymous.

We get our missions from Dan. Agents are only ever to address him as Sir though.

If you call him anything other then that...

Well let's just say you would regret it.

I called him a dick one time and still have the scar to prove it.

He is not someone to be messed with but he runs IPS and keeps all of the agents in check, which isn't an easy job.

I was an agent, usually going on missions for information and sometimes a target. Though I moved into more of an assassin. Incidents pushed me into being more of a solo agent.

A solo agent works better on more covert missions. Missions that needed to be covered up, hidden. What better way to do that then to keep that mission between two people.

The one carrying it out and the one who gave them the mission.

What better person to give that mission to then someone with absolutely nothing to loose.

When you get called to Dan's office it's either because your getting an extremely important mission or you have done something wrong, either one isn't great.

So there I was sat outside his office staring at the blank walls. I probably did something wrong, well definitely did, the last mission he gave me got a bit...out of hand.

It wasnt entirely my fault.

It should have been simple in and out that's it.

Go in kill the target and leave.

It also should have been a suprise.

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3 days earlier:

The co-ordinates took me to a warehouse out in the middle of nowhere.

After about an hour of hiking through a forest, I finally reached it.

Two guards by the door, two on the roof and two groups of three patrolling.

Guarded but not extreme.

Pulling my bag in front of me I knelt down opening it up. I pulled out a sniper rifle setting it down besides me. I then pulled out two pistols putting them in the holsters on my back, Two throwing daggers placing them the sheaths in my boots and finally placing a knife into the sheath on my waist.

As useful as guns are I had a bit of a thing for knives, after all they are so effective and silent.

I picked up the rifle placing the end of it on the rock I was hid behind, I then attached the silencer and flash eliminator, so I wouldn't draw attention to myself.

Putting my eye to the scope I aimed at one of the guards on the roof.

Steadying my breathing I fired taking him out, I quickly fired at the other before he turned to see the body.