Black Solace
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“You see now, the mission is fairly simple. Go in extract the ambassador comeback” Not even the sound of one hundred thousand dollars hitting the table was enough to pull Ashley’s attention. Since the brief encounter the two shared in Union City, she’d been busy tracking Ziccarra’s movements via a small device on her wrist. Multiple trips to Tibet, a few trips to the Caribbean; but she always stopped in Morocco. She'd found her. At her level she could do nothing to stop the darkness rampaging through Maya Liafador, but she could supply the tools to finally rid herself of Y-intercept's constant meddling. But to do that, she'd need to steal the Black Rose Blade from Ziccarra.
"Why do you need ME to do this?" She ask finally chiming in on the offer. "Because, you're the only person I know that can phase and manipulate sound. This mission was made for you." Her caramel eyes moved to the briefcase before releasing a scoff. "You are aware that my father was a banker, and my mother a royal descendent of the Benin Empire, I don't need your money."
"Come on Mooreland, don't be b!tchy to me. I know damn well what your father did, but I also know that legally you've been declared "dead". Have been for years. Unless you somehow rose on the 3rd day, all that money is going to Sareiya."
He was right, she'd runaway from her parents, and was initially dubbed missing--and eventually deceased.
"What's this Ambassador doing in Syria anyways?" She asked while lightly skimming through the dossier. "He was taking a package to Eygpt when his plane was shot down."
As her eyes scanned the page, she noticed something was missing, something fairly important. "What's a British Ambassador doing in Egypt with no armed escorts? Also there's no solid details on the package. Jerry, what the hell is it?"
Jerry sighed, before allowing his hands to trace the lining of his belt. He'd been a frequent supplier of information to Ashley over there years, but this was something he wanted to play close to heart--but couldn't if he wanted her agree.
"It's a bomb...the package is a bomb" He revealed. "What do the Egyptians need with a Bomb, more importantly...why are we supplying it?"
"No more questions, just ask the man when you rescue him are you in?" He asked sternly, Though she didn't get her desired answer, she did however manage to make Jerry mad--which was always a good thing. "I'm in"
75 Miles South of Damascus
"Are you sure you don't need backup!?" Jerry asked, watching as the Ebony beauty prepared to jump.
"No, they'll just get in my way. Just make sure your ass is here to pick me up!" She said, before launching herself out the back of the cargo plane. There was no sound on her approach, as she gradually descended from the air, the faint light of a compound caught her attention.
Quickly concealing her parachute, she moved from the drop zone toward the compound. Adorned in her usual Cat Suit, she eased toward the center gate whilst keeping a low silhouette. Two armed gunmen at the gate. "Too Easy"
Before acting on impulse, her eyes moved around the rest of the compound. Despite the simple set up, there wasn't much outward protection. Just two guards, but probably more on the inside.
Negating the sound around them, she popped off the first shot hitting the guard in the side of the head. As the other try to shake the surprise blood from his face; her second laid him down. Pushing thru the gate, she sprinted until she made it to the front door.
Pressing her ears on the door, she was able to make out a few weary breaths--probably guards. Someone shouting in a foreign language, more than likely an interrogator and a guttural discharge from another--The Ambassador. Phasing through the wall at the exact moment she felt movement, Her hand locked one guard in a headlock, before firing across the hallway at the second.
No sooner than his body hit the floor, she put another shot in the head of her captive. "Looks like some sort of terror cell" She murmured noticing the terror flags.
As she strolled through the halls gun pointed, she felt her hands becoming increasingly sweaty, the air hadn't changed so what the hell was going on. As her head peered into a room, she noticed a computer on the far side of the room. "How can a place like this have internet?" She thought, before moving behind the table to access the files, her jaw dropped when a folder Highlighted with her codename: Black Solace appeared on the desktop.
She'd been set up, they wanted her to come here; that's why it was so easy--there was no bomb. Why would Jerry lie? As she prepared to rise from her seat, she heard a voice she hadn't heard since she was a little girl.
"Hey there, my little black solace"
To be continued.