Chris pulled herself into the drivers seat of the black ford Van. She wiped the now drying tears from her face. She sat back into the comfy black leather seat and tuned her radio to the Mansion's frequency, which was no doubt back online by now.
Guard#1: The general is Dead, repeat the general is dead, the medical team did all they could, the bullet pierced the Spinal cord.. *fades out and another voice comes in*
Guard#2: The main bathroom is a mess! There are two of us dead here, one with his throat torn open, and there are also two intruders, heavily armed..
Chris clicks the radio off. She turns on the engine of the van and drives away from the compound. She drives with no idea of where's she's going, she just drives, while through her mind race the memories of the nights actions.
Chris: It was going to be such a simple job, get in, make the kill get out, we'd done it a million times together, we never thought that It'd fail because I couldn't knock out a guard properly...
Chris pulls over in a nearby Gas station. She got out of the van and walked into the back of the van. Inside the back was an entire Arsenal. Full of outfits, weapons, gadgets and large electronic equipment.
Chris slips into her civilian clothes and sits down by a large machine, she turns it on and leans over a microphone. a Face appears on the screen.
Chris: Jo and Jack are dead, killed by a single lightly armed guard, it's all my fault...
Man: Chris, Sorry to say this at this time, but we have a huge job to do, you'll need a team of five. A sniper, a shadow, you'll be taking that, a techie, a driver and a spook.
The screen flickers and then the image disappears, leaving Chris to her own thoughts.
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