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Shots were still coming from behind as he ran ahead towards the stairs leading up. He peeked quickly at his back and saw someone outlined at the door. The person, which looks like one of the Gecko bros, drew back behind the door as Marvel raised his rifle as if to fire. Well what guns can’t do, Marvel thought within himself, grenades can actually accomplish. He pulled another grenade and threw it at the slightly open door. The grenade knocked at the lintel, bounced on the floor then rolled in beyond the door.
“Hey tha b’stard jus’ thr’w a bloom’n grenade. Duck! “ Marvel heard Khano screamed.
Marvel was just at the top of the second stairways when the grenade exploded. After a while Marvel heard coughs and barely decipherable words. “Damn I’m bleeding. “ “Me too” “Shane seems dead, he took the full blast of the grenade on his face. No more head, just a bloody stump on his neck. “
“Tha’ bloody b’stard ‘s goin’ ta die slowly by me ‘ands. “ Khano said as he pushed the door open to continue chasing Marvel. “Lucas get ‘ne of e’m TEC1 launcher, load n' lock e'm. Get two ‘xtra r’ckets jus’ t’ m’ke sur’we kil’ tha’ b’stard. “
. Getting towards the top stairs, gun fire chased him back. Marvel turned back a bit and returned fire. The gun later clicked on an empty chamber, he quickly pulled out the spent clip and slapped in a new one. Just behind him he heard Khano’s voice cursing and getting closer. Damn he can’t stay here like this another second. Where is the damn back up he was promised. They can’t miss him, the panic button have an accurate pin point transponder, they can also easily locate his body signature.
He ran a bit forward, when there was a lull in the gun fire. He was sure the Gecko bros would have called to inform those in front to hold on their shooting as they are behind Marvel. He saw the shooters, about ten of them standing behind a hastily constructed makeshift cover of stainless steel tables and chairs. He pulled out a third grenade threw it at them then ducked back. He ran back a bit and saw the Gecko bros climbing up the second stairs, one of them was carrying a long tube that Marvel quickly realized is a TEC1 rocket launcher.
Oh shìt, his mind scream. He knows he is boxed in. He fired at the brothers, the bullets hitting at least two of them. They only jerk backwards but didn’t go down, instead they scattered and dropped down at an angle Marvel’s shots won’t get to them. Just then the grenade behind him blew.

Sounds coming from the back door he just came through galvanized him to move fast ahead. But just before getting to the door he dipped his hand into a crate full of frag grenades and pulled out five of them and clipped them on the webbing’s belt. He also kicked himself mentally for not realizing on time that the fire he started at the kitchen won’t keep the Gecko bros back indefinitely, they will look for way to put it out. Only that they accomplished that faster than he anticipated.
At the door, he stopped, while slowly opening it, he was paying attention to his back, getting worried as the sounds of footsteps got louder. He still recalled that several men guard the entrance to this storage house. He is hoping that the sound at the other place would have at least draw some of them off. When he looked at the tiny line that was available with the slight pushing of the door, he saw four guards with drawn rifles and alert. Fortunately their attention was focused ahead not behind them. Marvel knew he may not be able to take them all at once with the rifle, because no cover between them and him except the door. He pulled out one of the frag grenade, activated it then toss it towards their direction before closing the door. The closed door reverberated and lowered down the explosion of the grenade to a dull boom. Just then the door behind him burst open. Three guards and the Gecko bros rushed in. Marvel didn’t think twice about it, the CAR 150 was up with the trigger depressed. Two of the guards twitched and dropped as the bullets tore through them. The others scattered. The Gecko bros returned fire as Marvel jumped out through the door facing him into the steps leading up from the weapons storage area. The grenade have brown the four guards apart, three were dead with heavy shrapnel wounds, one of them have the contents of his stomach spilling out. The only live one among them was on his knees groaning as his face was horribly mangled both eyes punctured spilling blood and colorless liquid. Marvel shot him just once to put him out of his misery.

The poor light in the place showed stacks of neowooden crates and racks. Then it hit him in a flash, this was the storage room for the weapons they had showed him earlier. But they had come through the main entrance at that time but now he has stumbled into it. Well looks like fate just dealt him a better odd deal. Looking through the racks holding rifles, he sort for the one he felt will have the best kick. Something at the back of his mind was screaming at him that he have very little time to make a detailed choice. Most of the guns here are lazer or microwave blaster rifles, he always prefer projectile rifles, for its kinetic kicks and accuracy. Heat sink armor is now common to get in the market, but full proof combat kinetic proof body armor is more difficult to come by. He also considered his situation, he doesn’t really need long barrel weapon for now because of the close combat situation he is in.
He settled for an MC CAR 150, Mac Carbine Assault Rifle, it has the kick of a .50 caliber projectile. Though not in the same league with his personal favorites FTL stinger or MAC perpetrator, still it has enough raw power to sniff the odds in his favor better than the two handguns he was previously using. He tug the handguns back in the holsters and picked up the MC CAR 150. Getting the ammo for it wasn’t difficult, a box of it was open and several clips with bullets loaded ready for use were in it. His suit pockets won’t really carry enough clips to be helpful. He saw a combat webbing, hanged it on his body, though it looked really awkward squeezing his suit within it but it doesn’t matter. Looks don’t count when fighting to save your life. He hanged few clips on the belt of his webbing. He saw and ignored the TEC 1 RPGs, though their power will be helpful for this encounter, still they are too heavy and clumsy to carry around when speed is of the essence. Moreover they are single shot and load piece, totally inadequate. Give him a TEC 5 any time any day.

Marvel was dazed a bit by the force of the door hitting him but he quickly got on his feet and ran along the winding passage before him. The fire from the kitchen explosion was still burning furiously so he was sure no body will come at him from the back that way. The passage was just made up of twin walls having only a single door ahead of him. At the top of the door is a sign saying EXIT . Seeing this made him renew his speed hoping to move ahead before the other guards outside think to go and cut him off from behind. Damn where is the back up he was promised? By now they should have responded after he activated the panic button. Just that he is way too light on armaments to have any hope of surviving what he is up against. The passage started winding down, which in a way got him worried but he pushed it aside that it's probably a way leading to a tunnel for a quick get away. He was sure at a point ahead it will wind back up. But the further he went, the place just went down with several steps at some turns till it led to a closed door.
What he saw as he opened the closed door shocked him. He was expecting to burst out the back of the hotel building at least to a side alley. He knew the day was still bright, so he wasn’t expecting to get out into the night. But a semi darkness greeted him after he opened the door. The door led him to another room instead of outside. There it dawn on him that it was purposely made that way to confuse anyone that is not familiar with this place. The room was large and appeared to be a storage place. Could it be a store for the kitchen? He quickly discarded that because he saw the entrance to the kitchen store while he was there.

“Don’t lit tha’ fuçkhead g’t away, aft’r em“ Marvel heard Khano voice screamed as he got into the kitchen. The kitchen didn’t have much in it, except for the auto chef that was preparing the meal it would have served Marvel and the Gecko bros had the meeting gone as planned, but Marvel slowed his speed as something caught his eyes gave him an idea. The auto chef was cooking from a thin foil tank holding gas the name of the gas written on it is butane and propane. Marvel smiled creepily as the evil thought framed in his mind. At the other end of the kitchen is a heavy metal door. He headed for it, shot the lock with the M2000, it blew apart and the door slowly opened. He got to it, turned and waited for the guards coming after him. Shortly, the four men guarding the entrance to the restaurant ran in through the other door. They were shocked to see Marvel waiting for them and tried slowing down their movement then ducking as they saw Marvel raised the M2000 on his right fist. But he wasn’t aiming at them, the gun’s muzzle was facing the foil tank. He pulled the trigger once, jumped outside and push the heavy metal door close. The HE bullet struck the tank, exploded and causing the highly flammable gas in it to combust. The explosion boomed loudly and kicked back the heavy metal door Marvel was hiding behind knocking him off his feet. The four men inside the kitchen became instant burnt barbecue and their ash remains were hurled outside the other door with the force of the roaring flames that blew out too. The Gecko brothers dove out of the way just in time to avoid being caught in the inferno.

Marvel’s reaction was instantaneous. He flipped himself backwards on the chair he was sitting on at the same time kicking out slightly to flip the stainless steel table before him to act as a temporary cover. Both him, the chair and table landed on the ground the same time. As he landed on he back, both hand guns were already in his hands and he fired. The Gecko bros ducked behind the heavy stainless steel table as the screamed out to their guards. He shots flew over their heads. Marvel flipped backwards again in a somersault, just as three bolts of lazer fire hit where he was before. The shots came from his right and he knew where. Without a second thought, he right hand lifted and the M2000 boomed. The rounds on the present clip on the hand gun are explosive bullets and has thirty in them. The guards by the bar that was acting as if mixing drink was struck in the chest. The bullet hit him and exploded. The chest blew out in a bloody screw of flesh and bones. Both hands and the head were torn away from the body, the only parts left intact were the two legs and most of the waist which twitched and dropped.
Marvel ran towards the open kitchen door as lazer bolts sizzled the air around him. The kitchen seem like the only place that can offer him temporary cover. From the schematics of the building he had studied before coming for this meeting, there should be a back door somewhere after the kitchen.

The horse was totally spent. The long hard ride from Mhekila to Zin had taken him three days. Had the horse not been a special breed made for hard endurance, it world have died before now and Jarrael would have been forced to continue the rest of his journey on foot because no watering hole or way station between Jakbir and Zin.
The small town of Zin was much more busier and crowded than the other towns around the Dragon Eye. Here the mixture of several races of men of the southern and Northern kingdoms is common. And the heavy influence of the more sophisticated Northern civilization have greatly influenced this place. Most of the architecture, fashion and dialects have heavy northern influence. Instead of a central market place as is common in the towns around the huge lake, Zin just have several markets scattered throughout the town. It’s like Zin is made for trading. Every streets have markets which made the town the nosiest place Jarrael have ever visited. Jarrael dropped the horse at an inn, paid for it to fed and groomed. After making few inquiries, he was directed to the place where Ruel has his shop.
The shop was actually a warehouse of polished sand stone and bricks. Two stories high. It is surrounded by an eight foot brick wall and a wooden gate bounded together by iron. Going through the gate, he noticed the compound of the warehouse was very busy with people carrying goods in and out of the warehouse. Also several large grills were made where fishes where roasted, smoked or dried. He was told that Ruel was inside the warehouse. His appearance didn’t generate any excitement because before entering the town just around noon, he had covered his black work clothes with regular type. In the warehouse were arranged several layers of dried hide, barrels of ale and cheap spices. People were moving around in the warehouse too carrying goods from place to place. In the warehouse he was directed to a small door which he assumed was an office that Ruel will be in. Another thing his eyes was quick to note was that in the warehouse and also around the door of it, the gate leading into the compound are guards armed with spears and short swords. As none of them made any attempt to challenge him when he walked towards the office Ruel is, he assumed the guards were actually hired to protect the goods not the owner. Well it will make things simpler.
Jarrael slowly passed the door and realized it led to a short corridor with two doors. One was locked with a key outside, the other was ajar. As he pushed the door inward to further open it, he saw a man that looked like in his late fifties, a man whom Jarrael was sure is Ruel.

EvaJael:
She's right meneski. Remember she said she's gonna write a soft part just like I did. He ended it on a tough ground. So my humble suggestion is let another action writer continue. Introducing softs at this point may ruin the fum. Let the second writer be an action person too but she tone down the beats for us. If not,some of us will find it difficult to write

I didn't want to get involved in this, but at this stage let me chip in something. Writing is ur personal creativity, you don't have to write what people want you to.
I noticed pamelB is not an action writer but she doesn't have to write action parts. Let me give some examples.. ..
I left so many parts of my narratives open, they are areas she can explore. Anderson is a married man with issues with his wife. Presently before he left, his wife was calling, he didnt pick the call but promised within himself to send a text message. She can pick up from there, maybe start with the wife thinking her choices or he forgot to send the text because there was no time. The next writer can bring in the daughters too. Remember I didn't give their names.
Also Williams and his partner have a kind of relationship iI did not fully specify what kind it is. She can work on that and build whatever she feels like in that angle.
Also among the new character I introduced one of them is a female, Andera. She can also explore that angle too. Maybe she was on a date or having issues with her bf/husband when the call for the assignment came. She might even decide to say something about the honor issue that made her exile her self from her home land.
The truth: there are so many directions the story can flow to all it needs is a little imagination and creativity

End of chapter 3.
Whew! That was intense, now I'm free from the OPs obligation. Someone else can try and clean up the mess I made with the story( I'm apologizing in advance to the next writer, forgive me for the mess, just try and clean up after me)
Well it's been fun. Time for me to get a soda and pop corn and watch the rest of the story

" OK that will do for now. Will be uploading to you mission's briefing, then I will also be authorizing your requested mission package. It's a free pass son, ask anything you want and it's yours, well except a space shuttle that is. "
"Thank you sir. "
" And one more thing, I want you on the field for this one. You have to coordinate this from the front line. I want real time Intel on this mission. " his face somber as Braham said, "Do your best not to fail this mission son. "
"I will do all I can sir. "
"There's already a Gulf Stream aircraft fueled and ready at Allen C. Perkinson Blackstone Army Airfield,to take you, your team and equipment to anywhere you want to go. "
" OK sir. " just then Anderson's phone buzzed, a call was coming in. When he checked the screen, he grimaced but felt like a stone just smashed his heart.
" Is that your Missus? " asked his boss.
"Yes sir."
" Ready to let her go yet or you still want to keep her waiting for you to grow some balls and start acting like someone with some responsibilities?"
"I don't know sir."
"You better darn make up your mind on time son. " Braham came and put his hands on his shoulders. "She is a good woman, they don't come any better than that. It will be sad to let her slip from your fingers. Think about it "
"I will sir, " he said and meant it. The phone continued to vibrate, but he didn't answer, this is not the time to speak to her, this job needs haste. He will just send her a text saying he loves her. That should be enough for now till he gets back. If he ever gets back.

He felt cold shivers flowing down from his brain through his spinal cord to his feet. The only person with enough clearance to have done this is standing right behind him. Anderson cautiously turned his head to look at his boss. Braham was staring back at him with a silent look that spoke volumes. Then it hit him, his boss had accessed his computer before he got to work so as to view all his secrets. If Anderson has been involved in anything shady or against the regulations of S.A.T.A.N ,he would already be dead by now. And the look his boss gave him made him realized his boss wanted him to know that he hacked the computer and view all its classified contents and also to make him aware that he is also under regular surveillance. In S.A.T.A.N no one is trusted.
He took slower breath and allowed his nerves to calm down.
"Sir I think we have four accets that can immediately be deployed. "
"Who are they? "
"The first one is Boris Vladimir, an ex Spetsnaz and a former field operative for GRU, Russian Military Intelligence. He sort asylum in the US after killing his commanding officer who tried to arrest him because he wanted to marry his daughter. He is a specialist in the use of small arms, also an excellent marks man.
"Next is John Keira, a good spy, on loan to us from MI5. He had served well in the elite unit of the British SAS, then under MI6 and MI5. He is an expert in explosives, burglary and opening complicated safes. He is also good at all kinds of martial art combat
"Third is Adrea Jember, a negress, an Ethiopian by birth but she grew up mostly here and in Africa. She had served her country as an agent of the NISS ,the Ethiopian NATIONAL INTELLIGENCE AND SECURITY SERVICE . She was a good agent until a honor issue had made her fled her country for ever. She is good at infiltration and competent in the use of bladed weapons.
" Finally we have Ethan Carter, a member of the CSIS, the CANADIAN SECURITY AND INTELLIGENCE SERVICE. He was an exceptional officer of the ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE, before he was employed into the intelligence service. He is a good and charismatic leader. A profiller and one of the best investigator in the mounted police. "

"That slippery son of a bitch, Isaac is much more dangerous than we ever anticipated. "
"That he is and more two. I'm sure he knows that to achieve his goals, many people will die, lots of them innocent ones. He is just to vicious and vile to care. " With a more control state of mind, Braham sat down. " Other part of the problem is in other to create the necessary chaos for his plans to succeed, Isaac will quickly broadcast the fact that his is alive, which will make the dons feel betrayed by Williams. He wants to make sure a war will exist between Williams and the dons even if any of them don't want it. While Williams and the dons fight it out, he will be at a corner to reap the rewards.
"I'm afraid if something isn't done before these whole shits starts to fall, California will be in the list of places not to visit in the coming months. "
After the silence between them got too oppressive for them to bear, Anderson spoke up. "What do you think we can do sir? "
"What readily assets do we have within the area that can immediately be deployed? "
"I will need access to my system in other to check that sir. "
Braham nods, stood up from the chair to make way for him. Anderson quick came to the other side of the desk and what he saw shocked him. He noticed that his system was already powered on. Someone have bypassed all the safety security password he had used to lock down his computer and accessed classified files in them.

"Oh my God, oh my God, Oh my God" Anderson almost shrieked as his heart pounded faster and the roaring his blood been pumped faster hammered his ear. "Sir this is not possible, Williams never misses a target."
"Correct and this time Williams didn't miss either. " Braham dropped a picture on the table before Anderson. "That's who got killed. His name is Duke Ferdinand, a rising Hollywood actor, whose career Isaac helped boosted with his connections, threats and blackmails. It's obvious now that Isaac never trusted the dons one bit. He suspected that assassination attempt will be carried out on him but he wasn't sure of how it will happen.
"He told the actor to stand in for him. With carefully crafted make up, the actor looked exactly like Isaac. So he was the one who got killed at the meeting. Isaac took this step for two reasons, he wanted to be safe in case the dons betray him. Secondly, he wanted a means to expose them to their plans and attempt to kill him. With that he can unite the numerous smaller crime cartel under him to oppose the dons. Making deals and presenting offers too tempting to be refuse, he intend to have all of them working for him, which will make him the top man of all the remaining crime cartels in California after the five dons and their families are eliminated. "

Lol war indeed. Fortunately I won't be at the control during the war, someone better will handle that.

Now a nasty thought just flashed across my mind.. .why don't I just have some fun and screw the story further by adding more new badass characters?
My very devious mind..

"Well I'm sure the dons didn't do their home work very well before contracting Williams for the job. " Brahma turned back facing Anderson. "I guess that is one mistake the dons won't be happy to leave through. "
"Williams is going to wage a one man war against the five famililies. Dead mafia bodies will pile high. " he stopped himself when he noticed his boss wasn't following his line of reasoning. "Don't you think S.A.T.A.N should step in to try and stop this. "
"This would have been a perfect opportunity we can take advantage of. Allow Williams to whittle down the power of the criminal family, then when the time is right we move in and clamp down on the dons and Williams putting them all in custody. " Brahma shook his head sadly. "It would have been a perfect opportunity if not for the next mistake they made. "
"And what mistake was that sir? "
After another thirty seconds of dead silence in the office, Brahma said, "Isaac wasn't really killed. "

"Yes it was actually quite brilliant." Braham stared the the ball of the yo-yo briefly before counting. "But the dons made two huge mistakes the outcomes which they may not be expecting."
"Mistakes? What mistakes?" Anderson asked.
"First in their zeal to cover up their involvement with Isaac's death, the betrayed the assasin employed to carry out the job. After the assassination was done, the dons men attacked the killer but they blew it and the killer survived the attempt. "
"That definitely was a dumb move. But who was the contracted killer? "
For almost half a minute Brahma didn't say anything, he just stared at the ceiling. "The contract killer is Williams. "
"Oh my God! " Anderson screamed, fear tearing through his heart. "They employed Williams for the job and they double crossed him? Are they crazy? Don't they know who they were screwing with? And they also blotched the attempt to kill him? "

meneski:
The dons just buried the hatchet on the head of a mutual enemy.

LOL, maybe or maybe not

"What kind of steps?"
"Well first they brokered a business deal with Isaac, letting him know they plan to make him their main supplier for hardware procurement since his merchandise are cheaper and reliable. He agreed. They allowed him to choose the place, location and time of the meeting. Isaac did all that. With these the dons have shown publicly that they were the ones at a disadvantage for the meeting.
" They hired a professional assassin, who I have had on my scope now for a while. He was to kill Isaac and take all the heat for it. The assassin is a neutral person, not affiliated with any crime family. With that, the dons will be free from being accused as the ones who planned Isaac's death. "
" Wow that is brilliant and can actually work. With Isaac out of the way, the major competition is out of the way. Then the smaller crime cartels that would have revolted against the dons for taking away their cheap access to readily available hardware, will have no reason to go against them. The dons can come down on the hardware delivery pipeline, control it and bring in more profits to their coffers. " Anderson was impressed but surprised still at the somber look on his boss face.

"Good you are up to speed son, but you still have a lot of catching up to do." Braham stood from the chair, walked to a board on the wall where Anderson have pinned several clippings of news stories and pictures. He observed some of the briefly before continuing." Well you are wrong on that account, as a matter of fact we all were. The dons seem to see Isaac as a bigger threat that transcends their petty differences and they had united quicker than we could have anticipated."
"That means war, sir. The streets of California will not be safe for the next weeks and months. The crime cartels will suffer. The dons can't be stupid enough to make that kind of mistake." Anderson continued to shake his head in disbelief with each word.
" And still they went ahead with it. " Braham smiled at him as he sat back down." Like you said, the dons ain't stupid. They knew what will result from this action and took appropriate steps."

"Isaac Nystrom killed? That can't be possible. It will create a serious fracas that will benefit no one least of all the five major five mafia syndicate in California."
"True. But from the little facts I have garnered, the five dons seem to be the ones who sponsored the hit." The director lefted both legs and cross them on the desk top. He was putting on a gold colored rattle snake skin boot. His eyes gave Anderson a steady gaze, questing and waiting.
" But sir that can't be possible. The five dons are ever in serious competition with each other over turf, its just the fear of what the authorities will do to them that had kept them from open war. They have never agreed on anything. True Isaac's rising was a threat, but it was one they could over look. It is not enough to make them put off their differences. This was the advantage Isaac saw and utilized. "

" Sir, I have been monitoring most of the flash points, there have not been any noticeable check on the level of activities recently to cause concern." Anderson blurted out as soon as the shock wore off.
"Come in and sit down son, hope you don't mind, I have already commandeered your chair." Braham pointed that one of the chair before the desk he was sitting behind. He called Anderson son as if several decades separated them in years, while it's not more than ten years difference between their ages.
" Thank you sir" Anderson sat down and felt slight shame at the cluttered state of his desk but his boss seemed not to pay attention.
"Something happened oversea, that will greatly impact things here on the home front." Braham sat back on the chair, playing with an old fashioned yo-yo ball. His eyes had very heavy bags under them and his dark blue suit with white thin straight stripes looked rumpled as if he slept in them.
Anderson waited while the head of S.A.T.A.N took his time before continuing.
" An assassination took place in Paris last night. The target was one of the top on the list of those under constant surveillance by the DEA branch of this department."
Braham dropped a folder before him with the word TOP SECRET written clearly accross it.

Braham is slightly short with a height hanging around a 5'5,a bit pudgy with a slight protruding tummy, that give the appearance of a soft desk jockey but that is adeceptive. As Braham is one of the most dangerous secret agent in the clandestine circle. A deadly fire arm expart, good at hand to hand combat and have extensive Human intelligence network worldwide.
He rounded face is entirely devoid of hair, with dark brown hair on his head, a flat nose holding up a heavy rimmed glasses giving him the look of someone a decade younger than the early fifties he really is.
"Stop gaping Anderson as if you've seen a ghost," Braham said mildly. "The very fact that I'm here should tell you that a crisis is looming."

Anderson isn't the head of S.A.T.A.N as a whole, but he heads the one under the CIA building. S.A.T.A.N is only answerable to rhe Director of National Intelligence and from there to the president directly.
The thin passage way has only one door which is where Anderson was headed. At the door, the security set up took a retina scan, dental recognition and finger print reading before allowing the door to open, as all the security checks were passed.
He did a double take as he stepped through his door, before6him was standing the coordinator of all three offices of S.A.T.A.N, Braham Nickson. Anderson had only seen him only once before now, that was during his recruitment. After that their interactions have always been through voice calls, reports and memos. Braham identity is so secret that most people that work within the intelligence community don't kniw about him. No record of him exist anywhere, he is officially a ghost.

S.A.T.A.N is under the SPECIAL ACTIVITIES DIVISION, with extensive freedom to act without relying on the bureaucratic red tapes that do slow down other officially know agencies. It has other branches with offices in two other agencies, the DRUG ENFORCEMENT ADMINISTRATION (DEA) housed in 600-700 Army-Navy Drive, Arlington County, Virginia and ALCOHOL, TOBACCO, FIREARMS AND EXPLOSIVES (ATF) in Washington DC.
This department was set up as a response to the sophistication and better management that organized crime seems to have taken. The mafia families are now more smarter in their drug xeals, weaponss running, gambling and prostitutions. They niw have in their employ a fleet of well paid smart lawyers that have a way of tying down government agencies in legal knots that will drag court rulings for long time without really producing anything at the end. Hence S.A.T.A.N is set up for clandestine and surgical strikes against the rising threat of the new face of the organized crime.

Good morning everyone... Em I'm going to put a real shocker on this story, a real twist that will make predicting the direction of this story very difficult....just having fun

stephenGee12:
it eould be selfish of me to just read and nt comment.
lemme call my pple to come....
cc hadampson, wisolzy, ikombe, princeofprince, tgold1, nnenna, chumzpinky, alamiendagsh, royh, d9ty7, jane1234f, chipapii(u shud try and write cos dats ur aspect).

meneski nice thread u opened here. wud have joined but am nt awriter am a viewer
Apollux so dis is why u have nt updated ba
Issoryt, issokay just lemme nt see 5 lenghty updates for both of ur thread.
Evajael u no fitwrite for here oo
Anyways sha just drod hidden diamonds update steady.
To those saying thrash abt apollux and the thread make una go pack shit
Less I forget foxyflow. Therock555
STILL I FOLLOW

Lol don't worry, I will be back soon. Just that work stuff doesn't give me enough space. I just want to wrap this up as soon as possible. Will be through with it in a few updates anyway. Marvel and Jarrael are screaming for me to continue their stories

His security card got him through the red door and he entered into a thin passage way that is just wide enough to accommodate just one person at a time. The wall is bare with full white color. He knows that six miniature cameras, that doesn't yet exist in the outside world, covers every inch of the passage. The smooth wall is a facade, it can be pulled down in a second to activate a high power laser grid that is hot enough to slice through flesh and bones. The ceiling is mounted with three fifty caliber machine guns with laser targeting, motion and heat sensors and auto shooting. This small part of the CIA building is a virtual fortress.
This place is way classified beyond top secret, only those within the highest level of security clearance in the president's cabinet knows of its existence. And in Langley, just the director, deputy director and of course him and those that work within its restricted environ knows of it. This department is called STRATEGIC AND TACTICAL ADVANCE NETWORK (aka S.A.T.A.N)

He got to his department floor under the directorate of Operations, Central Intelligence Agency. He works as a logistics officer. But that was just his front job. His major work in the CIA is beyond that. Getting into his office, he went through tje usual ritual of early morning work routine. There were files and documents on his table he needed to attend to. Thirty minutes after going through them, signing the ones he needed to and submitting others to the secretary of his department to finish the process, it was time to face his real job.
Going down a passage, he took an elevator to lead him to the ground floor. Moving across the route of the huge building where OHB and the NHB (Old Headquarters Building and New Headquarters) buildings meet. He got to a red door guarded by a security personnel on full tactical combat gears, with a modified M4 assault rifle. The guard is there to take anyone out whose security clearance does not allow them enterance through the red door. He is ordered to shoot anyone that the door's security rejects without asking questions.

For a while now they haven't really been speaking with each other. Just the cold greetings then speaking and replying each other in mono syllables. On a very quiet night when Anderson had deliberately came back late as his custom had been for a while, he was surprised to see her still awake. Not crying as usual but within for him. That night Martha had done her best to speak in such a way to reach his heart. She really wanted the marriage to continue. She had told him all he need to do for her to withdraw the divorce suit is for him to ask her to. She suggested they go for a marriage counseling, at least still give one last shot at saving their marriage.
In all his life, he had never felt as guilty and loathsome as he did that night. But he had rejected her suggestions.
That night he had told himself the truth ; he doesn't deserve Martha. All he had ever done to her was hurt her, disappoint her and betray every good thing their marriage stood for. He didn't want to continue hurting her. That night he settled it in his mind to let her go. She deserved someone better, to be loved and appreciated.

Sorrowtore his heart apart as he remembered that he cheated on his wife. It hurt more that he did that with a woman who makes no meaning to him. And this happened at a time when he has failed saving his marriage.
His earlier two marriages failed miserably, when he met Martha Turner, he knew she was the perfect woman for him. After fifteen years of marriage, through all the difficult times, after two daughters, she had proved again and again that she is a worthy mate. But sadly Anderson has failed her and his two daughters.
The commitment he gave to his job had robbed Martha love and attention from a husband. After enduring that and still holding on to the marriage, he had added another hurt. He started cheating on her. First it has been with Diana, then Amberley and Sonia. Each time Martha had discovered, he had apologized and promised to stop but he never did.
So many nights he had returned home to see Martha crying. She really did love him but he was a jerk. He continued to take her for granted not until the divorce notice had come. It was like then he sobered up. He realized what he had done to her, his kids and his family. Asking for forgiveness was too late at this point. He wouldn't forgive himself.

"Hi Mary" he said as he got to the reception desk.
" Good morning Mr. Nathan." replied Mary but her next words were drowned out by the female standing with her.
"And if it isn't my latest bunk mate." she said with a short laugh her voice tingling like tiny bells. "Hope last night wasn't too much for you?"
"Oh, April...ah I meant Miss Mattson, didn't see you at first." Anderson stammered as his face flushed red with a light blush. Almost every one in his directorate knows the reputation of April, she is the slut of the place. Most men here have had her. After the collapse of her second marriage, she had said her good byes to matrimony and just live for the thrill of sexual escapades.
The last night she pointed out was the time Anderson has had with her . He has been her latest victim. The sex session has only been memorable for just she strength and insatiable urge. He had fallen so cheaply in to her trap and remembers it with deep regrets.

Enduring the necessary delay another line of security checks demands, he bire them with any irritation because he wasn't in a haste to get into his office. True there are still some files on his desk he will wont to wrap up but nothing too serious and beside he didn't receive any call to come rushing to the office to handle an emergency case. Today is shaping up to look like one boring long day. He was cleared at the entrance and git into the building. A wide lobby greeted him with several suited people milling around with documents, files and tablets on the hand or armpit, as if having very busy things to do. Women also on official dressing copied their male counterparts. At every door leading out of the lobby is a guard in black armed with just a side arm. Several gave low nods of greeting as he stepped in.
By the right of the lobby is the reception desk, with Miss Mary Ludlow, dressed in multiple colored flowery dress, she was busy chatting animatedly with another female, on black coat on ash pants. Anderson couldn't tell who she was as her back was to him.