(Please ignore my pseudo swearing for now, just read it as if they're really curses)
The cellphone was held gently between her ear and her shoulder, as she reloaded her revolver. The metal shells hit the cold floor, just as the call went through.
"Any problems?" The man on the other end asked.
"They moved the target, the only people here were 3 paid thugs, and no clues to where the target went." She answered, slowly loading fresh slugs into the gun. The man paused for a minute before answering.
"Crap. Take whatever you can, and head back to HQ. God, we spent a freaking week planning this, and now we have to start all over again. Hope you didn't have any plans this weekend. See you back at the office, Adams." And with that, the line went dead. She put her magnum back into it's holster, and dropped the cellphone into her jacket pocket.
"So much for a weekend of rest and relaxation." She thought, searching the bodies for any useful information. Her suspicions that she wouldn't were confirmed. The mercenaries had no affiliation with the target they were tracking, the leader of a notorious crime syndicate. The criminal organization, known as *no name yet ):*, were responsible for many assassinations around the city, and were on the brink of war with the police. Lara Adams was part of the Prestigious group known as "The Black Watch" a Black Ops group dedicated to cleaning up crime in whatever way possible.
"At least it wasn't a total waste." She said, admiring an AK-47 lying on the nearby table. "Oh well, back to the drawing board-"
A shotgun shell ripped through the wall. Lara ducked behind the couch. She pulled the clip out of the AK-47, and quickly popped it back it when she found it was full. The door burst open, and a masked man charged through. Holding the AK-47 with the barrel high in the air, she attempted to bring the stock of the rifle down onto the mans head, but he quickly stepped to the side. He grabbed her by the neck, and pulled out a syringe.
"You don't screw with *no name yet :(*!" He yelled, as he tried to force the syringe into her artery. She delivered a swift kick to the groin, and pulled out a knife, as he doubled over in pain. She brought the weapon down hard, lodging it in the base of his skull, separating parts of his spine. Lara brushed herself off, hung the AK-47 on her back, and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly dialing her boss's number, she walked out of the dingy apartment, heading for the elevators. It rang 3 times before he finally picked up.
"Hello? Adams, you okay?" He asked.
"It was a trap, the target was never supposed to be there. An assassin came in after I called you. I'm lucky I'm alive right now. John, I think we're on to something big here." She said, as she stepped into the elevator, and the doors slid shut.
The cellphone was held gently between her ear and her shoulder, as she reloaded her revolver. The metal shells hit the cold floor, just as the call went through.
"Any problems?" The man on the other end asked.
"They moved the target, the only people here were 3 paid thugs, and no clues to where the target went." She answered, slowly loading fresh slugs into the gun. The man paused for a minute before answering.
"Crap. Take whatever you can, and head back to HQ. God, we spent a freaking week planning this, and now we have to start all over again. Hope you didn't have any plans this weekend. See you back at the office, Adams." And with that, the line went dead. She put her magnum back into it's holster, and dropped the cellphone into her jacket pocket.
"So much for a weekend of rest and relaxation." She thought, searching the bodies for any useful information. Her suspicions that she wouldn't were confirmed. The mercenaries had no affiliation with the target they were tracking, the leader of a notorious crime syndicate. The criminal organization, known as *no name yet ):*, were responsible for many assassinations around the city, and were on the brink of war with the police. Lara Adams was part of the Prestigious group known as "The Black Watch" a Black Ops group dedicated to cleaning up crime in whatever way possible.
"At least it wasn't a total waste." She said, admiring an AK-47 lying on the nearby table. "Oh well, back to the drawing board-"
A shotgun shell ripped through the wall. Lara ducked behind the couch. She pulled the clip out of the AK-47, and quickly popped it back it when she found it was full. The door burst open, and a masked man charged through. Holding the AK-47 with the barrel high in the air, she attempted to bring the stock of the rifle down onto the mans head, but he quickly stepped to the side. He grabbed her by the neck, and pulled out a syringe.
"You don't screw with *no name yet :(*!" He yelled, as he tried to force the syringe into her artery. She delivered a swift kick to the groin, and pulled out a knife, as he doubled over in pain. She brought the weapon down hard, lodging it in the base of his skull, separating parts of his spine. Lara brushed herself off, hung the AK-47 on her back, and pulled out her cell phone. Quickly dialing her boss's number, she walked out of the dingy apartment, heading for the elevators. It rang 3 times before he finally picked up.
"Hello? Adams, you okay?" He asked.
"It was a trap, the target was never supposed to be there. An assassin came in after I called you. I'm lucky I'm alive right now. John, I think we're on to something big here." She said, as she stepped into the elevator, and the doors slid shut.
