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Case: BetaCASE: B
Date: July 13 2011
Time: 0200 hours
Location: Eastern Germany
Alpha's mission had indeed been a failure. The target
had been rescued and was now staying at a converted Nazi prison camp, known as
This time, the mission had to be stealth and the operative had to go
undetected, assassinate the target, and escape. This was Beta's speciality.
Although not as experienced as Alpha, she still had around 250 successful
missions under her belt, and the scars to prove them. But this time, the scars
would be more that physical.
moved quickly and silently, occasionally ducking into the undergrowth to avoid
a helicopter's spotlight. Since the attack on the arms factory security had
been elevated, so she couldn't afford to take any chances. She found a gap in
the fence, and she quickly slipped through it. The target was the same as
Alpha's: the arms dealer from the Amazo
Case: AlphaCASE: A
Date: 10th July, 2011
Time: 0530 hours
Location: Amazon Jungle
The base stood out in the jungle like a sore thumb. Cold steel grey against warm, vibrant greens and reds. A
lone figure lay prone on the jungle floor watching the guards, waiting for the
moment to attack. Everyone thought this place was a Brazilian military base,
but the man who lay there knew better. He had discarded his name when he had
joined the ranks of the Deviants, as one of a group of elite soldiers chosen
for special black operation missions. The man was simply known as Alpha. Under
his clothes, he wore a set of thick Kevlar armour, so he was effectively
bulletproof. For his head, a specially moulded helmet with built-in heat
sensors and night vision. He had a jump-pack strapped to his back, waiting to
be used. The early morning watch finished, and he knew it was now, or never. He
readied his AUG rifle, and jumped into the air.
* * &
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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