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The firefight that ensued had been anticipated, but certainly not welcomed. Nor had the gun battle lasted very long…a mere minute perhaps had passed since the first shot was fired. He had come out of it completely unscathed, acquired the encrypted tablet, and had managed to wipe out the four thugs as a bonus. All of which should have made Alexander Parker quite happy…it should have been a relief, but…it wasn’t.

Something about the operation had been tickling the back of his mind from almost the moment the Director had given him the assignment. It had nothing to do with him working alone…he often did. It had nothing to do with the Director personally briefing him on the assignment…the Director had done that a couple of times in the past. Nor did it have anything to do with the briefing itself…it had been straight forward enough, and yet…something about it all had been sending off little alarms in his head. Had it been the ease in which he had been able to enter the Maximillian Office?

‘Perhaps…yes, perhaps that had been part of it, but not all of it,’ he thought quietly to himself as he his sleek fingers through his mane of coal dark hair.

“What is wrong here?” he thought aloud as his turned the vehicle smoothly down the almost empty streets of Dallas. “Why does this all feel so….so wrong?”

It was then that Alexander’s mind seemed to have a spark of insight, because dark blue eyes widened in shock. Swiftly, the agent’s mind turned over the idea, and the more he did so…the more he didn’t like what he was looking at. It had been a very simple extraction assignment…too simple for an agent with twelve-years experience. It had almost gone down like a textbook scenario…which almost never happened. He realized he was less than a mile from the Harvey Hotel he was staying at, but he suddenly found himself having no desire to show up there. Something wasn’t just wrong…something was deadly wrong, and Alexander had long learned to trust his instincts.

Without even really thinking about it; Alexander spun the car around a median, and proceeded a bit faster away from his original destination. The Harvey Hotel, he was sure, was not safe for him now. While driving, he snagged the tablet, and looked it over with a critical eye. He could see nothing immediately wrong with it as his sleek fingers brushed against the screen and the backing. It was an exceptional model…one of Apple’s finest to be sure, but nothing that told him more. Tossing it aside; Alexander frowned as he made his way on to the freeway heading out of Dallas. If he was right…then Dallas was also not safe for him…not even a little. It felt like a setup…why, no longer mattered just yet, but that was what it felt like, and he dared not disobey his instincts. Swiftly, he stopped underneath an overpass, and got out standing to his full height of 6’ 2.6” even as he swept his phone from his coat pocket. A moment later, it was shattered under the heel of his shoe with an expert attack. Even the chip inside that was used to track agents on assignments was destroyed. It was not a perfect solution by far, but it was a beginning. He wasted no time in returning to his vehicle and speeding away for DFW Airport. His flight wasn’t due until the following morning…another little tidbit that did not set well with him now that he thought about it. A flight that was more than 24 hours from the time of the assignment was wrong…very wrong.

From his inner coat pocket, Alex pulled out a small case containing something he had never thought to use. Inside was a passport not registered with the CIA through one of his unofficial contacts in the underworld. If he had any chance of leaving Texas alive…it would be as another person. His next assignment was in Scotland, but taking a flight there was risky at best. He decided instead to take one to London…same area, but different flight completely. He checked his watch…by now he was overdue to report in, and certainly about ten minutes overdue from arriving at the Harvey Hotel. He needed to act quickly…time was not on his side.

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The room felt very odd, for lack of a better word. Tense. The tension was normal, but there was definitely something more… Something sour.

The three men in the room stared at each other for a long time, contemplating their next move.

There was a phone call made, an argument, harsh words were exchanged with several people over the past two hours. From the start, it was not expected that things would play out smoothly. Nothing ever played out exactly as expected no matter how simple. But when nothing was heard, then everything seemed to come crashing down harder than anyone anticipated. This was what was so displeasing about the whole thing, why so many were upset. This was not what was supposed to happen…

Or was it? The man in question was someone who was clever, very clever. His skills were admirable and he has served them well putting his abilities to good use. Surely he would have picked up that there was something different about the assignment given to him. It was their hope that his loyalty would prevent him from abandoning his task; he has never abandoned anything given to him before. But since they have yet to hear from him, and could no longer see where he was, they were wrong.

When the call ended, silence fell upon the group.

“Contact him,” a stern voice said suddenly, breaking the silence. “If his service is confirmed to be reliable and not some child pulling our leg, then offer him the second highest price he has listed and tell him we will pay everything up front. As long as he is willing to keep his end of the deal. Send him details, but keep him in the dark.” There was a pause, the one speaking was gauging the looks everyone wore, to see if they were all in agreement. So far it seemed like everyone was on the same page, which was good.

There were several nods, but only one person turned to a laptop. Everything so far had not gone as planned, if they didn’t have this then they would have to move to a different plan.

Hopefully it would not come down to that.

In the meantime, they had an idea of where their rogue agent might have gone. It was best to start there and see if they could track him down, get a location on him. Nobody could run forever.

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Alexander’s car had changed before he ever arrived at the airport. Instead of the sports car he had been driving; now he was arriving in a silver-grey CX-7 SUV from Nissan…of which there must have been a hundred of in the immediate area. His hair had been dyed a scarlet color, and the style changed up just a bit. Dark green contacts were now in place to ensure his eye color was completely different from the dark blues he was born with. Neither of these choices were ones he had made in the past. In fact, he had never driven an SUV before…they were not his style, but he had to be different now…his life depended on it. The black fatigues he had worn for the mission had been exchanged for a nice simple business suit to blend in with the many business people he would soon see at the airport. He had already replaced his travel documents with the ones he had hoped to never use…the ones from Morgaine…a woman whose identity and purpose were still a complete mystery to almost the entire international intelligence community. The CIA had no record of this passport, or his new identity…it not being one of his many different aliases.

Thus, the agent arrived at the parking garage smoothly, and smoothly exited his new vehicle while snagging his messenger bag and a duffel from the back. He was no longer armed except with his wits and talents in Wing Chun. To enter the airport armed any other way would have caused delays and obstacles he could not afford. Once inside, he headed for E Terminal for British Airways. He didn’t bother to look around…for the agent caught every detail as he approached the kiosk to acquire his ticket. His gait suggested that of a dancer, relaxed, poised, and professional. Smoothly, out came his travel information and ID, and the young woman behind the counter took it with a smile.

“Ah, Mr. Sheridan. I see you are off to London, Sir. Business or pleasure?” the young woman said with a hint of warmth in her voice as she typed in his information.

“You might say a bit of both. I have a few lectures to give on some theories of Time and Space,” Arthur Sheridan explained with a smile of his own. Even his voice was no longer quite the same…richer and deeper it was.

“Interesting,” the woman, whose name tag read as Heather, confessed genuinely. “Are you with NASA?”

“Hardly, Ms. Heather. Simply a professor of such theories from UTA. I was selected by the President of the University for this trip…quite an honor, actually,” Arthur noted as he pushed up glasses a bit.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay in London, Mr. Sheridan,” Heather said, and nodded for him to take his ticket. Arthur did so with a wink at her, and collected his bags that had been checked in…the messenger one being allowed as his carry-on.

“Have a beautiful day, Ms. Heather,” Arthur told her, and then he was off to deal with the TSA officers at the checkpoint.

Within the hour, Arthur Sheridan: Professor of Temporal Theories at UTA boarded British Airways Flight L157 bound for London Heathrow with no stops along the way. As he sat staring out at the sky; Arthur wondered what was really going on…

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“Yes… Tell him that tomorrow is fine with me… No I… Yes… Good-bye…”

Azriel ended the call with a man he was close with and let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. This was the third call of the day and he wasn’t getting anywhere. A lot was happening, and he was stuck here at home looking for work when he could be useful doing… something… anything to get him out of his apartment for a while. These past few weeks have been rather dry and that phone call had been the only excitement he has had.

Running a hitman service was not as easy as one might think. Like anything, you get good customers and you get… not so great ones. The ones who did come along and prove to be good work were always welcomed, as they were few and far between. A lot of times there were just frustrated people who wanted someone dead because they wronged them in some way, or someone trying to be funny. Then there were the authorities. Oh, there were most certainly were the authorities.

Hiring a hitman is illegal, which is why Azriel had set up shop on the deep web under a cheesy username, Angel of Death, to remain untracable. But that’s not all. He was also a hitman for what some people might consider to be a ‘terrorist group’. The organization had a lot of supporters and was well-funded, but there were also people who stood against them. When he met up with the man who ran the organization, he was sure they would speak more on the subject.

Azriel decided to kill some time looking through his emails. It was a lot like repeatedly opening the refrigerator or flipping through television channels, hoping there would be something that would be appealing some days.

Much to his surprise, there was one email that caught his eye, titled ‘He Betrayed Me’. He had clicked on it thinking it would be something amusing…

    From: [email protected]
    To: [email protected]
    Subject: He Betrayed Me
    Date: April 9 20XX

    Hello,

    I will keep this short. I’ve looked over your page, and would like to request your services. I need a hit on someone, a man who has caused a lot of harm to my company. I’ll spare you the details, just know that he has crossed the line and can no longer tolerate his actions.

    I hate to sound hasty, but I need this done quick. Please respond within 24 hours. I am willing to pay full price up front. I can send every penny to a bitcoin wallet, if you’d prefer (I see you have bitcoin as an accepted currency).


Azriel’s brow furrowed as he read over the last few lines a few times, just to be sure he was reading them correctly. Were they really offering him full pay up front? It was either a very trusting move or this was some kind of set up. He felt more inclined to believe that something was off. Maybe it was just some kid who didn’t really know what they were dealing with. Or, perhaps this was some kind of investigation, authorities looking to catch hitmen.

Without really knowing why, he decided to bite.

He sent back an email saying that he was willing to hear them out. Much to his surprise, he had gotten an email sent right back to him not even ten minutes after he replied. He had a name, James Harlow, and a face to go with him. Not much else was given outside of a few places where he might find him, one of them being Scotland. It was suggested that he take the earliest flight out there.

The conversation was ended in exactly seven emails. The initial request, and some correspondence. It seemed harmless enough, but he was still a little leery. He brushed it off as something to be expected whenever he was dealing with a situation like this. Besides, his past hits have been very successful and he has only had maybe one or two run-ins. He was a pretty lucky guy. Hopefully he would continue that streak here.

There was no way to back out of this and the consequences of failure were not exactly the best thoughts to dwell on.

Looks like he was going to Scotland.

After checking when the next flight out was, he contacted the organization he worked for and filled his boss in on the situation. While he was not that pleased Azriel was going through with this, seemed to understand. If anything did go wrong, he was to contact him immediately. He would rather not see a repeat of Japan.

With that out of the way, Azriel began to pack his things.

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Disclaimer: The aforementioned emails were thought up on the fly for this rp. They could exist, yes, but know that the intent is to just add some flavor (if you can call it that... I'll leave that up to the reader...) to this post and nothing more. Always remember internet safety. That is all.

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The flight to London Heathrow was several hours long...half a day, actually, and with no stops in between. Arthur, as he was known now, brushed up on his lecture notes for Temporal Theories. After all, the best disguise was one in which you felt comfortable in. Arthur understood about Temporal Mechanics, but it had been a while since he had gone into any deep conversations about the subject. As such, he felt compelled to study up on the subject before his arrival in London. An even better disguise was one that held up under scrutiny. In this case, there really was a lecture going on at Cambridge University...about a two hour drive from London Heathrow. He thought about skipping the lecture, but that would have been suspicious and flagged any agencies looking for something out of place. No, he would have to attend, and that meant being prepared.

As he was studying, his thoughts turned to Morgaine...the mysterious woman that had given him a chance at life now twice. She had saved his life before, and then she had provided the identity he now was using. Who was she that she would help an agent of the CIA down on his luck at the time? Who was she to help any government agent considering she was one of the greatest mysteries of the entire international intelligence community? Why take the risk? Sure, there was the old trade of: I helped you once, and if I need help...you can return the favor. Yet, from what little he knew of Morgaine...she never needed help. Still, he now owed her...twice.

The routine on the flight was fairly ordinary. There were the children with their parents on trips, college students coming over for exchanges, those returning from business trips...or entering Britain for new business ventures, and so forth. The flight attendants were professional and kind...not to mention patient. The buzz of activity had died off as the trip continued across the sky, and the travelers each began to nod off. Arthur, decided it was a good plan to do the same, and closed down his computer. It would continue to work on decrypting the cursed iPad that seemed to be the source of his troubles. The best agents knew they needed to grab sleep whenever possible, because they never knew when those long 72-plus hours were going to happen. So, from the training he had; Arthur swiftly got comfortable and went to sleep...his mind quiet...yet alert.

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Azriel spent a lot of his time planning his moves and deciding what he would need to take on the trip. He was someone who liked to travel light. Preparations varied depending on the task at hand. Weapons and ammunition were not hard to come by, as long as one knew who to contact and when. Alternatively, it was not difficult to kill someone without the use of guns, hell, bare hands were always available, all that was needed was a little thinking outside the box.

But, even then, he decided he was only bringing a pistol, a Smith and Wesson he picked up in America one year. One clip of ammunition was all he would need, hopefully.

Much to his dismay, the money has still not speared. Surely the transaction would not take this long? It could be his nerves working him up and he was feeling anxious because he needed that money for his flight.

A few minutes went by since he checked, and when he checked again there was still nothing there. He then decided to check his email again, just to see if there was any mention of a separate wallet. If he didn’t get paid, then he simply would not follow through; no money, no hit. This whole thing would be put behind him. They seemed like serious customers who did not want to be let down, and with that kind of attitude he had expected the money to show up by now. Maybe there was some kind of complication and the money was not able to get through. Or perhaps it was just someone trying to screw him after all.

Or worse… the authorities setting him up.

Whatever the case, Azriel eventually found the money. It had showed up just in time and was exactly as they negotiated. At first he was hesitant to do anything with the money in case what was stirring in his mind was true. But he eventually pushed that aside rather than put too much thought into it. Azriel knew that if he got into a bind, it wouldn’t be too difficult to get out of it. But he was just jumping ahead. Now, he would steer his thoughts to where it mattered, and that was to book his flight and see where everything went from there.

Azriel caught the next flight out, nearly seven hours later. He had a good friend drive him out, instead of taking his own vehicle, mostly out of preference. There was only one other stop along the way, which was somewhat annoying. He liked when he could get flights that were just a straight trip there without any stop. But he really wasn’t going to complain. As long as he got there, that was all that mattered to him.

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