Hate in Disguise

Chapter 1

A bell ring of Stacie's home alerted the young woman. She held her revolver and peeked out of her top window. Nobody was out, so she opened the door. A large package named "Mary Goldman" with her address was imprinted clearly. The tall brunette picked it up and closed the door shut, before her lime green eyes scanned the outside view. Stacie cut open the box with her sharp, steel razor. Inside, a face scanner glanced at her curiously and turned green with acceptance. Instantly, a USB was pulled out from the box. Stacie held it with her pale, cool hands and inserted it into her laptop. The screen displayed a short video tape with a description of her upcoming mission.

The robotic male voice explained, "The most wanted terrorist group, The Silencer, have been working on a new dangerous project coded "Boa Constrictor" where these high-profile criminals have been planning to place a C4 thermonuclear bomb in an event, where the most important presidents are attending for the International Peace celebration in the White House. Your mission is to infiltrate their plan and report back relevant information. A 38-year-old Swiss spy of the CIA named Tony Mains has been hired a few weeks ago by this criminal organisation to use him undercover. We haven't told or fired him yet of course, as the group may discover that we've found out what they're doing. You shall begin by collecting information on how they're planning to get into the building and place the bomb. For security reasons you won't have a partner for this mission, unlike the others. Meet us in Wall Street, Manhattan tomorrow at 5pm with the cutter. This box and USB will self-destruct in 10 seconds."

Stacie watched the container smoke away like wildfire, imagining what the building would look like if the group was to successfully bomb the White House. She wanted a promotion for years, and realised that this mission was her time to shine.

The next day, Stacie was getting her briefcase ready for the meeting. She threw in her black leather jacket as a cigarette entered her lips and rolled the blinds down cautiously. The woman of around 25, had her fake ID slipped in her pocket which read "Mary Goldman". She knew 7 languages fluently: English, French, Spanish, Mandarin, Russian, Japanese and Arabic, had a black belt in karate and military training of 4 years, but from the outside, she was only a security guard with great martial art skills. Stacie usually had the confidence to get through her assignments, yet this one was going to be the most dangerous one yet. Before, all she's had to do was spy on a few common drug-dealers, but this involved bombs.

Observing the car type and driver of the cab, she went inside the Ford, showing her ID to the grave taxi-driver, who was clearly not permitted to talk to her. The tall woman arrived at a fairly busy, road with high-street shops overlooking. She stepped off, the briefcase still in her hand. A man walked past, slipping a miniature scroll of paper into her pocket. She opened the sheet cautiously when Stacie entered the same cab. It read,

"You will be driven to Bluemont Café, where around a dozen armed grown men are discussing the plan. You will be attending the meeting as a security guard." She opened the briefcase in the cab and took out a small shredder, as it was mandatory to shred any papers given. Half an hour later, she was driven to the location, where there were very few people. The only people seen were the Silencer group dressed in smart-casual clothes in the café, a barista, a young waiter and a homeless man outside.

"Here goes nothing." Stacie thought to herself.