The Weston Agency

Leaderless

Jhana's time was up. This was all she knew. Artema couldn't stand to let that woman away with anything more after the horrific simulation she had put her agents through. Nevermind what happened to Artema herself, everything her agents faced on that island made her deeply angry and she was going to bring Jhana in herself. Alone.

She had tracked Jhana's location to an office complex right along the coastline, situated in an otherwise quiet neighbourhood. The location was known to the Agency as one of Jhana's many safe houses.

For the mission, Artema expected trouble but knew not to take on too much at once. She had put on her white stealth suit, a skin tight suit that hugged her entire body as well as a light pair of knee high boots. Moving quietly was going to be essential for getting the drop on Jhana.

On her hip, Artema had a white holster attached to a belt in which a stun run rested. She didn't want to take any chances this time. Jhana was going down and Artema was not going to leave without her.

Once inside the office building, everything was far too quiet. It looked like the place was abandoned in a hurry, with scattered furniture, knocked over desk lamps, and still open file drawers. Artema took an elevator to the top floor, where she knew Jhana's office would be, and found it to be just as quiet.

But something told her that this building was less abandoned than it appeared. Stepping into the wide executive office, Artema found the place rather empty, save for the remote and complex computer that sat on a wide, semi-circular desk. Artema grabbed the remote in both hands and broke the thing in half, before kicking the computer off the desk, smashing it open. At least the simulation couldn't be used again, Her senses still on high alert, Artema heard the floor creak behind her and she whirled around, reaching for her stun gun.

Before she could draw it, however, a large woman tackled her, grabbing her around the waist, and they both tumbled to the floor. Artema rolled with her, breaking free of her grasp, and got up first.

The woman, she noticed, was dressed in a black business suit and sunglasses, much like both Jhana's and Aurora's goons. Artema picked her up from the floor and grabbed her from behind, wrapping one of her powerful arms around the woman's throat.

"Where is Jhana!?" Artema snarled.

"I.... she's not...."

Artema gripped tighter. "Don't lie to me!"

"Let her go and put your hands behind your head. We've got you surrounded." Another woman's voice came from the doorway. Artema hadn't noticed that five more goons had entered the room and did, indeed, have her surrounded.

All five of them were pointing guns at her, though Artema suspected that they weren't lethal. She paused for a moment, planning out her attack.

"I won't say it again," the woman in the doorway, smaller than Artema's attacker, said to her. "Let her go and put your hands on your head."

Artema smirked. "You'll have to shoot me."

""I will! Don't make me!"

"Go ahead. I'm right here. Take your best shot."

Nobody moved and the standoff lasted another thirty painfully slow seconds. With her plan in mind, Artema took one quick step forward, knowing the goons would open fire on her.

She shielded herself with her attacker, who took a large dart to the shoulder, rendering her muscles useless. Artema then shoved her attacker toward the woman at the door. The two collided and crashed to the floor in a heap.