SIS - Epic Storybook (No longer Accepting)

"I think.... I think my adoptive father is telling me where REAF hides out in China." Rayne spoke slowly.

To be honest, I was too pissed off with what had just happened to take much notice of what Rayne was saying. Since when did I need some kind of babysitter? I wasn't some little kid. Besides, it wasn't like I'd done anything wrong. So what? My rather scary, possessive mother had come to China. It wasn't like she was planning on bombing us all. If you asked me, Reet overreacted like hell.

As Rayne continued inspecting her necklace thing, and C-4 watched her do so, I stood up. I was in the mood for going into town, whether Reet allowed me to or not. I heard Rayne call after me as I left the room and headed towards the front of the shop. As I did so, I noticed that there was no one on the till. C-4 had been on it ten minutes ago but then Rayne had called him, probably to investigate her necklace or something.

"Someone needs to watch the till!" I called in the direction of the bunker, "And I ain't doin' it!"

Opening the shop's door, I left the building, not turning back once. I knew that I was being touchy, but what Reet had said really pissed me off. I knew I was an idiot, he didn't need to tell me that. I thought that I'd been doing a pretty good job of hiding that fact, then my mum had to show up, didn't she?

Wandering down the street, I lifted the hood of my jacket up and smiled. Now, where was Reet? I'm sure he'd love my company right now. I wasn't sure where to look, China was a pretty crowded place, after all. Reet and Erika shouldn't have been to hard to find though; neither of them were Chinese, which made the job easier.

The smile that was plastered on my face grew as I spotted a mop of brown, curly hair amongst the crowd of dark featured people. Jackson Reet; perfect. Walking beside him was a girl who I shortly recognised as Erika. They stood out like a pair of zebras in a field of horses. To my pleasure, Reet hadn't spotted me and neither had Erika. They were too busy talking to each other to notice me. That would soon change though.

"Hey!" I shouted over to them. "Reet! Erika!"

Seconds later, the both of them spun around to look at me. Grinning like an idiot, I waved at them. Once Reet realised who had called him, his face turned from relaxed, to just plain annoyed. Both Erika and Reet more or less ran over to me as I casually strolled towards them.

"I told you to stay in the shop!" Reet hissed, grabbing my arm and taking me to the side of the pavement.

"Well, I rebelled, didn't I?" I winked at him.

George Leyton, Guv'nor. ~ Shop floor ~ 1 hour after closing time

Clint was standing at the front of the shop. The night outside was breathing darkness through and since all the lights in the shop were turned off, all we had to go by was the torchlights bared in our left hands. We both had 9mm pistols drawn, silenced of course, waiting for Red team's arrival and any possibility that they had blown their cover. If a civilian just so happened to decide to smash through the window of the bookshop and try and nick the cash, they'd get a nasty surprise and most likely a couple of bullets in their back.

The effort to stop a third World War seemed pretty slow, but it being the early stages, it didn't really bother me too much. I wondered where the others were, but from Clint's phone call, I knew at least that Naomi was ditching the van. The worst part was I knew someone had screwed up. That either meant a shit storm for us, or a piss up of international relations. We were meant to be stopping a war, not provoking one. After all, we weren't exactly the CIA.

A taxi pulled up outside. Someone of a tall figure got out, his shadowy figure illuminated by the street lights. He was probably one of ours, but we needed to make sure. Since Clint was up the front, he'd be the one with the better judgement, no?

"C-4," I whispered, "Taxi, 12 o'clock. Identify civilian."

Clint peered through the slit in the blind, making sure his torchlight was facing downward in order to avoid any unwanted attention. I think he liked the idea of finally having some kind of event occuring, but hopefully it'd be nothing.

"It's Ty, Guv'," Clint replied, his voice kept quiet.

"Shit. He's gonna come in the front without thinking twice," I sneered, "Chuck me your mobile."

Clint slid the mobile across the floor. Keeping my eye on the back door and one eye on the phone, I pressed in Ty's number, hoping to hell he'd pick up before he reached the front. He got closer to the shop, just a few feet away when he finally stopped. Glued to the ground, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone answering it.

"Oi, Ty, turn away from the shop now!" I exclaimed, but at the same time making sure it wasn't loud enough to be heard from outside. "Come in the back way, just in case some dope's been following you. Perhaps do some detouring, just precaution."

The line went dead and I saw Ty turn away from the front door. Letting out a sigh of relief, I went back to watching the back door. This was going to be an all night job.

Rae

I slink down the streets in the night. I was far from inconspicuous, in my heeled black boot and with a pistol strapped to my side, but I felt sort of cool. For added effect, I put on my sunglasses. I start whistling 'Sunglasses at night' as I form a plan.

I had to get back somehow, I just had no clue how. I shrug, and wave a taxi. It pulls up, and a man rolls down a window. He gives me a once over, then shrugs.

"Where to?" He asks.

I think fast, "The late-night tea shop." I had to pick a place that was near the bookstore that was also open.

"Hop in." He said. When I was situated he asked, "What are you, the mafia?" He laughs at my outfit.

"No, but me and a friend are going to a costume party later. We were meeting at the tea-shop." This could work.

"Oh, well, you'll win best dressed," he commented, "very convincing. The gun looks real, even. I think you overdid it with the heels, though." He let out a sigh.

I stifle a laugh, "Well, I did my best anyhow." I toss some money over the seat as he drops me off at the tea-shop. Now, I just had to walk to the store.

Naomi Grafton; Red Team; Arriving at the bookshop; Still pissed off

Being stealthy while carrying all the important shit from the van wasn't easy but I stole along the back streets with reasonable skill and huddled up to the back door. Fortunately we hadn't taken many extra tools with us else I'd have been forced to destroy a few. As it was, it had been slightly risky walking the streets with all my pockets full and a heavy bag slung over my back.

I knocked impatiently. There was a delay and I realised they were probably trying to get a good look at me so I backed off a little and stared pointedly into the hidden camera. The door swung back and I hurried in, pushing it closed behind me.

"You're the first," Leyton told me quietly as I siddled by. "Ty's taking a detour, should be..." There was another knock at the door. Clint was watching the front but walked over slowly as Leyton gave him a nod. I slipped out of sight, behind a row of shelves. A cleaner with full pockets and carrying a strange back-pack was not conspicious.

"It's Ty," Clint whispered. The door opened and closed.

"Both of you downstairs," Leyton ordered. I gave him a crisp nod and led the way down. I felt an uneasiness spreading through my stomach. Downstairs, everyone seemed to be awake and they crowded around to give us hostile looks or relieved pats on the back. Ty got most of the attention, being crew leader.

"What happened out there?" Samuel asked. I shot Ty a glance but he wasn't giving anything away. Good. It was probably one of the 'angels' who burst our bubble.

"Let's wait for the Guv'nor," I said hastily. That proved to be a long wait. I took a seat at the big table, dumping my back-pack and the contents of my pockets out in front of me. Ty came to sit down as well, and most of the others drifted back to the bunker. It wasn't long before Rae joined us and I watched her sit down with a flicker of surprise. I was trying to keep my mind open but when her accusative stare landed on me I shook my head. Not Rae then. But... Fey? She'd seemed the most sensible of the group other than myself.

Another half an hour passed in silence. Then at last the sound of footsteps approached and our heads swivelled to the stairs. Clint descended first but following close behind were Fey and Leyton. I felt a smile slipping onto my face but forced it back. This was no time to be happy. This was time to find out who'd screwed us over.

The trio took seats at the table. "Explain," Leyton said firmly. His eyes traced the lines of our faces but stopped on Ty. I felt a flicker of annoyance. I was the oldest, most experienced member. I'd been fine with not being leader, considering my more background expertise, but after having to deal with the van and then being the first back, I felt I was owed some respect.

...So, I read the DT and Amu wanted to quit so...

Leighton Howell

Leighton hadn't been too happy with one of the newer kids being his boss, but he didn't truly mind it until she tried to call them into some vague meeting where he didn't understand a thing. After that he spent the rest of the day lurking in a casino in an attempt to avoid her.

Later in the day he decided to simply retire to the bunk, avoiding Guv'nor and the others he sat down. Whatever was happening was none of his business, after all. And whatever contacts he needed he already had.

The silence was maddening in the bunk. It stank of putrid vomit, and Leighton recoiled at the smell. Had anyone forgotten to clean up their own vomit from last night? Not possible, since Leighton had slept here all night and there was no such stench. He flicked on the switch and frowned. Thank God he didn't move one more step forward. A puddle of brownish-pinkish liquid quivered in the floor in front of him, like jelly.

Sick.

Leighton coughed and shrank away from the mess, only to notice a familiar person lying face-down on the bed. How could she sleep with something like that so close to her body? She was curled up into a fetal sort of position.

That was when Leighton noticed that he didn't hear a thing. Not the tick of a clock nor the sound of someone breathing.

He reached for his inhaler, sucked in a huge breath and edged around the vomit. Maybe he was overreacting. Still, it wouldn't hurt to check...until she flipped him over and he landed in the puddle of vomit. But with any luck, she would remain asleep.

Her neck was cold.

No pulse either. He turned her over. Maybe she was playing a joke. He'd heard that some people could voluntarily slow down their pulse until it was almost undetectable.

Clara's eyes were glassy. Rigor had set in, and she was stiff as a board when he turned her over. Her knees remained drawn to her stomach, as if she was in pain.

Someone poisoned her.

Silence reigned supreme. Leighton sucked on his inhaler again before wobbling out of the room, pale as chalk. No one even turned to him.

He'd come out with the intent of screaming for help, but he couldn't speak. He simply stared ahead in terror, unable to say anything, or even move for that matter. Stood there as a bystander to the meeting that was none of his business.

C-4 | Clint Lawson, Team Alpha
Bookstore, after closing
Sometimes you just couldn't do anything but wait. Jax may have gotten him to stay back by ditching him alone to mind the store, but there words that would be held. Soon. Possibly while he was cleaning the guns, just to reinforce his point.

At least he'd been there for the calls and relay the basics of the Red Team fiasco to Guv'. There might have been swearing involved somewhere between his getting the call and his telling Leyton. Who had been the bloody idiot to screw up? And so soon into the operation? He forced himself to calm down as they waited for the night, helped along by a couple of cigarettes, and then it was him and Leyton at the door in the dark, pistols out and ready to fire if things went to hell.

Which, thankfully enough, they didn't. Good thing they'd intercepted Ty before he could lead anyone back to the main door. The knock at the back made him whirl, weapon raised and ready to fire, but a sign from Guv had him shuffle back to the shuttered windows, watching front for anything that might come that way. Glance to the side - good, it was Naomi. With some intel, if the heavy pockets and bags were anything to go by. Not a complete waste then. If at least it was useful, of course.

Then it was Ty, and Clint let him in as well. Another look at Leyton, and then they both moved back to their previous positions. Not everyone was back yet, and it was better to make sure no one had tailed them back to base or approaching that weren't friendlies.

Rae was there eventually, and was hushed downstairs to join the others. Fey made her own way, which at least was a relief in that everyone was still alive and intact.

"Should we give it a bit more time?" He was looking at his watch, and peering outside. No one. Didn't say much, really, but that was as good as they could get without infrared or heat-tracking.

Leyton seemed to have reached the same conclusion. "Fifteen minutes." Clint nodded, settled back. Fey was lingering up with them, apparently itching for action while still being on edge from the running. Clint could empathize.

They waited for a while, to no avail.

"We need to have a talk" Leyton said finally, and Clint rose to his feet at that, with one last look to the windows and the still-empty street. "Bunker, Guv?"

"Bunker. Lead the way."

He did. Most of the team was assembled and waiting, and Clint moved to the side, allowing for the attention to rest fully on the boss while he watched on. That was, until a movement on the side drew his eye. Leighton was coming out of the bunk area, pale and stiffer than a damn tree. A look - yeah, Leyton had things in hand with Red. He edged towards the kid (so he still thought of him like that. So what? He looked like one. Not a bloody scar on him), leaned in with a worried whisper. "What's wrong?"

He got a strangely blank look in answer, and then Leighton pointed at where he'd come from. The hell? He hesitated, but in the end went in, and the smell hit him in full. Yeah, that was bad. Was that all?

No. Leighton didn't scare quite so easily. Get pissed yeah. Not look like that.

He stepped a bit further in, and then he saw Clara, still on her back from where she'd been moved.

Oh shit.

He stumbled back, eyes wide, then came back to his senses. One agent dead in the very base. One operation going fubar. Something was wrong here. He about-faced, strode out (brushing against Leighton as he did, as much of a reassurance as he could afford right now) and went straight for Guv's side, eyes hard and mouth drawn tight.

Yeah, the man was busy. But this warranted interruption. "We got a serious problem," he whispered in the older man's ear, and inclined his head towards the bunk. "Deal with this fast. One agent dead."


[[ooookay, long post is long. Ish. Tell me if you would've rather have kept things more separate at first, I'm just trying to make the most of my internet time atm. Will fix if needed!]]

As a way to make this active, I will enable Maya to be double agent.
PS: I posted my decision on the DT


Maya

The phone kept ringing. Clare does not seem to answer. i grinned as I began to chow down my lunch while I watch Raine eating opposite. For almost a minute, the phone did not answer. I guess that's it. Clare won't be joining us for tonight. I chuckled to myself.
"Anything funny?"he said.
"No, no....I was just thinking of something funny like the time when I almost...i guess its not the right time to think of such matters right?" I laughed looking at the waiter who nodded at me. I guess my mission is officially starting. Goodbye SIS, it's been a good decade with you and thanks a lot. I got all the information i need to submit. All that is left is to delete a few hinders starting with this. The effects of the drug is getting effect and sooner or later...
His head smash on the table. He's asleep. No need to kill. i need all the information I need from this guy.
I stood up and fixed myself. I really need to ease my diet. The waiter came over followed by a few people who dined in with us. They took his body and dragged it to a hidden door behind the bar. A door behind the painting, I wonder if he had believe that.
"What about you?" The bartender said and I shrugged.
"I don't know. I can't go back surely because I may have left a mark of an agent's murder so I'll just go assassinating and fighting. I have an advantage over this area so I'll be fine."
I waved at him as I went out of the building. I spotted his bike. Well, I wonder what will happen to this bike. I chuckled as I took out his keys and drove myself away from this place. Mission divide and conquer has started.

Lila Downkins

[ Upstairs -> Into the bunker ]


Lila didn't do much since Gun's arrival. She was not sure what she was mean to do anyway, and without clear orders, nothing was a better thing to do than to act silly and do shit. So to be honest, she hanged around, kept abreast of what happened to the others, had nice chats with some of their neighbours, and that was all.

It was boring, but at least it was safe.

Lila sighed heavily in her bed. It was safe, but it was really boring.

She got up from her bed, put her shoes on and left the rooms. She had nothing to do, so she will go in the kitchen and cook. Cookies would be nice. The others had their own problem but it was nothing which concerned her, so far as she knew, and nothing about what she could be of any help.

She stepped into the Bunker but stopped as soon as she saw C-4, Gun and Leighton together. Something wasn't right. She avoided them, not bothering to ask what was the matter, and walked camly in the middle of the room. People were talking together and it took her a few seconds before she found what was unusual.

If she was being honest, the smell was a helpful clue to bring her attention to the pale body of Clara.

She walked closer to her and shook her shoulder. The body was motionless and not as warm as he should be.

Ah.

...

Yeah.

That was a serious problem.

Lila chuckled nervously but immediatly bit her cheeks to try to stop. That was not a very cool thing to do in front of a dead comrade, right?


(( Hope I didn't screw anything, sorry if I did ))

*I'm back guys! Sorry it took me so long to post, but I wanted to make sure I knew what was going on. *

Samuel Cook:Team Charlie (Leader), Bunker

Sam tapped his foot impatiently, trying to ignore the frustration he felt over being closeted up in the bunker for so long. Just as he and Hayley were heading out to scout for Charlie Team earlier that day, Clint had received the call from Naomi, telling him of the botched attempt at bug-planting over at some REAF administration. The mild panic that had ensued gave Sam the thought that it would probably be best if they stayed on the down-low for a while. After all, Guv'nor wouldn't be too pleased with the events that had transpired, and he had enough on his hands without worrying about two other agents out on the field. They just had to wait. That was all.

But it didn't mean Sam had to like it.

Sitting on the couch next to him was Hayley, looking equally frustrated. Her features were clouded in suppressed anger, and she kept her eyes downcast, waiting for everyone to organize before trying to help. At least, that's how Sam saw it.

Suddenly Leighton came into the room from the direction of the bunks, looking shaken. Sam watched as Clint asked him what was wrong, and when he received only a point as a response, went to the bunks to investigate. C-4 came out quickly enough and whispered urgently in Guv'nor's ear. The boss's face revealed a mix of shock and disbelief, and soon enough both of them were gone back to the source of their excitement.

What was going on?

George Leyton ~ Guv'nor ~ Bunker, midnight

"Christ," I sneered as I looked over at the over turned body. Since everyone was motionless, I thought I'd double check that she was dead. Leighton was in shock, which was clear, but that doesn't mean he couldn't have read the pulse wrong. I ran up to her, placing my index finger into the inside of her mouth. It was disgusting, vomit ridged up her gums and froth reminisants between her teeth. Taking some of the "debris" by the finger tip, I placed it into a small see-through bag, before sealing it. Then, I checked her pulse. Definitely dead.

I turned to the others and my eyes stared forward objectively. "I don't know how the hell this thing happened under your darn noses, but we'd best find out soon or the whole operation will go tits up," I anounced, "but first lets deal with this shitstorm, eh?"

Taking the bag, I outstretched my arm in the direction of Leighton. "Take it out the back of the bunker, analyse it. Any trace, any evidence. How she died, whatever. Can you do that for me?"

He was still quivering slightly but he bravely nodded, took the bag and went over to study it. Hopefully he'd come up with an answer quickly.

"Sam," I yelled pointing at him sitting back on the sofa, curious. "And Reet. Take this body upstairs to the back room and get it wrapped up in anything you can find from the boxes the books were shipped in with. Bubble wrap, dustbin liners, anything, just cover her up."

Then walking over to Clint I grabbed his arm and said, "C-4, do me a favour?"

"Yeah, Guv', what you want me to do?" he replied, his voice surprised by the recent events; naturally.

"Rent a van under an alias, stick the body in the back and take Reet with you to dump the body," I said, "Oh, and remember. We ain't amateurs, so make sure when you dump it, it ain't gonna wash up at a REAF docking yard."

"Got ya," he said, walking off over to the phone.

"As for you lot, I want explanations," I stated walking back and forth. I was shook up about how such a thing could happen so quickly. It was a disaster and hell, whoever did it, was in the bunker. That meant the location was comprimised. "Oh, and I also wanna know who the hell made Red Team's efforts go tits up today."

Sam and Reet passed me with the body. I stopped Sam quickly and whispered in his ear, "As for Team Charlie, soon as we find out who did this, I want you after them. If you have to, kill them, but the priority will be to stop any information about our location or cover to be given back to REAF command, got it?"

"Yes, Guv'."

Hayley Wilson, Team Charlie:
IN THE BUNKER W/ GUVNOR, REET, SAM, AND C-4

This was a load of bullcrap. The one time I had actually been close to getting out of this heckhole, Sam had received a call about the botched REAF bug planting. So, we couldn't go scout out the city after all. We'd been forced to come back to the bunker, and lay low. I'd sat here glaring at the dull brown carpet for hours, with Sam looking just as upset right by me. I hated being cooped up and doing nothing.
I needed some excitement.
"Sam," Guv'nor called, and immediately Sam went over to him. I trailed behind Sam like a puppy dog, feeding off any information I was about to hear pass between the two.
And then I saw the dead body. One of our agents, dead in our own bunkers. Which meant an inside job...a double-agent....
Guv'nor was telling Sam and Reet that they were to go dispose of the body. My lips puckered. Without Sam here, it'd be even more boring. Plus, I didn't like missing out on the action.
"Guv'nor," I said, asking for his attention. In the corner of my eye I saw Sam and Reet take the body away; half of me hoped they would hurry, because I knew this meant an instant recon for Team Charlie so we could find out who had done this...and then we'd get to kill that person. Let's just say, I was calling DIBS.
Guv'nor spoke. "Hayley, when Sam gets back, Team Charlie's going out to find out who killed her, why, and then give that person what he or she deserves."
"Fun, fun. Just tell me, is it okay if I call DIBS on the actual killing of this person?" A smile played on my lips for the first time since I'd come back down to the bunker with Sam.
"This isn't a game."
I practically growled at him, "I know." My voice softened. "But it'll give me more motivation to know I actually get to kill someone. I'm getting bored, here."
Now Guv'nor just chuckled under his breath and shook his head. I rolled my eyes.
"Well, I have to go get ready since I'm actually going out of this heckhole sometime tonight." I walked off, leaving Guv'nor standing by where the dead body had been.
Once I was alone in my room, I sighed and plopped down on the bed. I wanted to make it painful, when I killed the double-agent. No one messes with my team.
I changed into a pair of fitted, darkwashed skinny jeans and a turquoise top. I threw on a gold necklace that also doubled as a camera, when I clicked it on, that is. I took my two venom coated daggers and placed them in the pocket of the leather jacket I wore over the top. I took a purse full of the fake lipstick tube that doubled as a rifle, the Kleenex that put people to sleep if they used them, the mints that killed someone in an instant, the water bottle that if drank would paralyze someone, and two shotguns. Only then was I ready for the mission...
All I had to do now was wait for Sam to get back.

Samuel Cook: Team Charlie , W/Reet

Sam was shocked by what he found in the bunk room. Clara was dead? He hardly knew her name, let alone anything about her, but still! She had died in their HQ, and that was unheard of. They should at least have control over the events that transpired at their base of operations, but apparently that was too much to ask.

Sam grimaced as he leaned down to grab the girl's feet, leaving Reet with the unlucky job of being closer to her face and mouth. He felt somewhat bad, but there was no question about him going anywhere nearer to a dead person's vomit than he absolutely had to.

As they hoisted the stiff body into the air and carefully carried her through the bunker, Guv'nor stopped Sam quickly and whispered, "As for Team Charlie soon as we find out who did this, I want you after them. If you have to, kill them, but the priority will be to stop any information about our location or cover to be given back to REAF command, got it?"

"Yes, Guv'," Sam answered seriously, continuing with Reet and the body up the elevator, which brought them straight into the back room of the bookstore, where a small gun closet, numerous shipping supplies, and a few boxes of unpacked books were located.

Reet and Sam carefully lowered Clara onto the ground, Sam wiping his hands anxiously afterward. It was so wrong!

Before he could dwell on the subject any longer, Sam asked Reet, "Well, how are we gonna do this?"

Reet looked around at their options: Packing tape, bubble wrap, a few cardboard boxes. Not much. "Well, we could just wrap her up in the bubble wrap. Maybe put her in a box?"

Sam thought for a moment. "Well, we don't want her to be found, right?"

"Right..." Reet answered cautiously.

"Well then, there's nothing more conspicuous than a body-shaped roll of plastic floating down the Yangtze, in my opinion. It won't work!"

Reet sighed. "Then what's your suggestion?"

Sam had two. "We could either...you know...resize her...or plant the body somewhere it'll serve our purposes. Say, the home of a REAF executive? They'd have a few questions to answer with the authorities then, and even though they probably have a contact or two with the police, it'll at least keep 'em busy for a bit.

"Oh! And I think I know how to find out who did this if it was one of us. All we need right now is a roll call."

* sorry for the confusion, Raine was out-cold and was left in the restaurant. So basically, he's being holdup inside.

Maya: REAF spy


Finally, Maya, after more than a decade working in the SIS, I'm finally free. No more mission to protect the world. No more working in secret. This time, it's all public chaos from this point. Going undercover was already getting boring. I wonder what will happen to SIS? I can go there. There is still no suspicion of me committing the murder. Ha, Clare was such an idiot to actually fall to a trap like that. Would i return or not? This will be tricky. If I return, I may be responsible unless...I think I got an idea. I'll just trust those guys by the restaurant that they'll keep Raine inside. I don't want any intrusion.

I sat on my bike and began to moved back to the bookstore. This is too early for a suspicion. When I arrived near the bookstore, I parked my back of a small hidden alley and walked inside. I prepared five knives just in case they'll try to capture me.
There was a roll call and i arrive just in time.
"Hey guys!" I smiled. "What's the roll call for? Just came back here to fetch the remaining members of my team. I got tired of waiting for them at the restaurant."
They looked at me awkwardly.
"Was there something wrong?"
They looked down. Guvnor walked towards me. I can strike at this time but with the many people involved, it will be very risky.
"One of your team member's down. Clare's dead."
I chuckled. "You're joking right? Not Clare, how would Clare die. She's an expert in social interaction, she knows who is a friend or a foe."
Guvnor nodded and i bit my lip in hearing this. Nice acting, Maya, you didn't work for SIS for a decade for nothing.
"Where's her body then?" He pointed upstairs and I walked off.
"Some one's a double agent in here." Someone said behind me. "he or she is going to pay for this."
I grinned slightly as I walked upstairs. When I checked one of the rooms, i found it. Her body wrapped in plastic and beside her was a box. Wow and people think that I'm sadistic. What a waste of life, Maya, who knew that I can be so despicable. i moved around Clare's body wondering on what they'll do with it. I presumed from experience that they would put the body near a REAF building. Either that or shove it somewhere down a river.
I loosened my shoulder as I kneel down close to her face. I placed one hand on her neck just to act that I am checking her pulse. I can just explain that her death is unbelievable. With my other hand, I rummage through my pocket and took out a tiny bomb the size of large pill. I timed when the bomb should blow possibly within 10 minutes and I shoved it inside her mouth. I forced the body to swallow it and after a few awkward moment....success!
I stood up just in time because an agent went inside the room. I shook my head.
"I think I'll go back to Raine and tell him the bad news. We need to sort out Team Gold now that one member is down. Oh well,"I looked at the agent as I walked off. "I'll see you then."
I went down the stairs and met Guvnor. I explained that I was going to meet up Raine and discuss an emergency meeting about Team Gold. He nodded though I suspect that there was some suspicion in his eyes. I walked slowly pass him and headed straight to the door. This will be the last time, I enter the bookstore. I walked off, took the bike from the alley and headed straight to the REAF.

Naomi Grafton; Red Team; The Bunker

It was wrong to feel angry that the spotlight had been removed from us. A woman was dead. No more than a girl really, this was what happened when they sent children on advanced missions. But it suddenly made the situation with red group look like a pin-prick and that made me mad. Our mess up should have been the talk of the bunker for days. A huge failure, an incompetence we couldn't afford! Now the culprit would probably be let off with a warning. Worse than this, there were more people I couldn't trust, we couldn't trust. And no way of knowing who the we and they were.

Our base was like an ant hill that had just been stamped on. Agents were scuttling here and there, blind, not knowing what to do. There was little sense of organisation.

"Oh, and I also wanna know who the hell made Red Team's efforts go tits up today." I lifted my head, a thin smile spreading on my lips. Now this Guv'nor was a man I could follow. I waited as he gave some further instructions to Sam and Reet who were on body duty, passed a few words with the other assassin and then it seemed we had his full attention. For the moment at least.

"Start explaining," Leyton said. I really needed a cigarette.

"I messed up," Ty admitted with a shrug. I felt my eyes go wide with surprise and then narrow in distrust. Mr. big shot CIA agent huh? Now what was going on there. Leyton looked about as bad as I felt but gave Ty a hand signal that suggested he should keep talking. Giving him a chance to explain? Nuh uh. I was way beyond that. He was our man. The CIA were getting up our arses again and wasn't there another one? My mind was already jumping to conclusions and linking the betrayal up. It wasn't like them to be so sloppy though. A double framing perhaps? That was probably me being over suspicious though. Don't look for the answer you already have, right?

"I mistook a civilian for one of the team and started talking about the bugs. Couldn't talk my way out after that." He gave a sheepish grin. Idiot. I felt my anger flare again and couldn't believe I'd been happy to be called his 'angel'. "The situation quickly got out of control."

"Out of control?" Rae demanded with a snort. "That's what you call it? You screwed us over! You wasn't taking the mission seriously from the start. You even-"

"That's enough Raevan," Leyton said. I felt smug, knowing it was a bad idea to talk before addressed but I could also feel my mind siding with her. Young and rash but so right. I waited for my turn to tell it how it was though there wasn't a need now that the culprit had been found. At the very least it meant a new leader for us surely? I got the feeling Leyton would move someone over from the other groups. I didn't like it. The two girls I could just about trust, even if I did feel like I was babysitting them but anyone else could be in on this sabotage. I didn't have to like it. The Guv'nor would do what he thought best. That was what made him a good leader.

George Leyton ~ Guv'nor ~ Bunker, 1am

I scanned Ty. I knew he would have his thoughts swirling as he tried to piece together his mistakes, but the mistake he'd made today had cost red team quite a bit. Had the death of an agent been a part of red team, he would've been sent home with no questions asked. The fact that he was on an operation whilst Clara was poisened in a way cleared his name, thus it'd be useless to attach him to any though of betrayal. It did mean though, that for now he wasn't really a fit leader. Maybe soon, but definitely not yet.

"Sirus," I muttered, looking at him again. His chin lifted as he acknowledged.

"Guv'?" he replied, listening attentively as though awaiting his punishment.

"I'm going to reassign you to Alpha team under Reet. That way you can stay here n' sort out your thoughts 'till you're ready to be trusted on being sent out on an Op again," I stated, "As for Red team's leadership, I'll assign someone I think I can trust. Since Sirus is off to be a part of Alpha team, I'm going to give Clint Lawson leadership. You all seem to know him pretty well, so I doubt they'll be too many mistakes."

Sirus got up, as if about to leave. His face hanging from his shoulders which could've been either due to dissapointment or mere sadness for the respect and trust he'd lost. "Ty," I said softly, "Sit back down. No-one's going anywhere yet."

"Sorry."

"Right, the rest'a you. Give me a run down on what went on," I mused, "Don't leave out the details, we have a good while. It'd be nice to see if we got anything out of this operation at all. Perhaps a few receivers for some dotted bugs?"

The room was silent but Naomi looked anxious to say something. I'd thought of her as one to speak-up, but perhaps she simply didn't want to be the first. "Well, don't all come at me at once then," I said sarcastically.