Chris awoke to the knock of a Clerk from the Gas Station.
Clerk: Hey, ya lazy bum! Are you gonna buy gas or are we gonna have to call the police?
Chris sleepily sat up.
Chris: Yeah, Fill her up to the top then...
Chris walked out of the back of her van, past the spotty Teenage Clerk and into the Drivers seat.
While the Clerk was filling up the truck, her conversation with her contact sprung into her head.
Chris: A sniper, a techie, a driver and a spook eh? Christ, well I guess the Driver would be the easy one, so I'll leave that till last. The Techie and Sniper I could get through my recruitment contacts, but the spook...
The clerk comes to the drivers side window and inturupts her train of thought.
Clerk: That'll be thirty quid...
Chris pulls out a roll of money and peels off a crumpled ten pound note and a crisp twenty pound note.
She ignites the engine again and drives into the centre of town, she parks the van up in a parking lot and remains in the drivers seat to contemplate her next mission.
Chris: A spook eh? I don't know any infiltration experts or anyone who can get me to one. Instead of someone expert in it, I could just get someone already on the inside, they'd have to be quite high up...
Chris gets out of the van, and walks into the town centre. At this time in the morning, there are very few people about. She walks into a newsagents and picks up a copy of The Times. The Headline reads: Major British General Shot! She slips the newspaper under her coat along with a packet of "Llama" Cigerettes, and leaves the store unnoticed.
She walks up the road and proceeds down a dark alley. A group of four men suddenly appear from the shadows and surround her. They all have Desert Eagle pistols aimed at Chris. The largest one starts to speak.
Thug: Hello gorgeous, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?
Chris: There's nothing nice about this girl...
At these words the men start to advance on Chris, mshe rushes at the one who spoke to her and tackles him to the ground, she slips a knife from her jacket and holds it to the mans throat.
Thug: Come on love, you think that you can fight us all with one little knife...
Chris looks up at him.
Chris: Who said I have just one?
With her spare hand Chris pulls out three throwing knives from her coat, she throws all three before the Thugs can clock what she said, all three Thugs fall to the ground in Unison clutching at their throats.
Chris: So now your friends have gone, still think you can take me?
The thug struggles under Chris's powerful elbow holding him to the ground. She lifts him up and pins him against the wall, she looks into his eyes, she sees the look of fear that shall forever be glaced open the bodies of her dead Comrades, she releases her grip on the man, seeing his chance, he sprints for his life, as Chris did on the night before...
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