I sat down at the table in my apartment and looked at the sewing pin laid in the center. It wasn't there this morning. I pick up the pin by the head and pierced my finger for blood identification. The head of the pin opens up and starts to project a holographic image on the table.
"Agent Hunt, recently a thug group called Mirage kidnapped a French geneticist named Alex Cartain. If they, using Dr. Cartain's knowledge, obtain the information needed to create a genetic mutation called Soldier Syndrome they will be able to target and manipulate the brain's ability to follow orders. Once their objective is reached they will be able to use any man, woman or child to assassinate any person they please, along with any other number of nefarious plans they may have. Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find Dr. Cartain before Mirage can obtain this information. You may choose three agents to accompany you on your mission, providing that the third is an operative named Frank Adams. You will meet him in New York at the Chocolate Coffee House. If you or anyone in your IMF team is caught or killed, the Secretary of the IMF will disavow any knowledge of your actions. Good luck, Agent Hunt, and Godspeed. This message will self-destruct in five seconds."
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The small device turns into a wisp of smoke. I pick up my phone and dial a number.
"Hey, Jeff. Are you ready for another mission?"
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Where There's Smoke There's Fire
AcciónThanks to BlackCatLover13 for inspiring me to start writing.