F.O.R.C.E Headquarters
He followed Jacob to a secluded part of the building, the metallic door pushed itself upward, allowing them to walk into it.
The translucent bulbs aligned on the walls lit momentarily as they walked in.
Sitting in the room were cars, planes and even air fighters.
Scott grinned when he recognized one of the cars.
It was his upgraded black Lamborghini Veneno spy car. He walked towards it, as the car beeped sensing him, he moved to the trunk and pushed it open.
And there in it was a brand new tuxedo, and some other spy ammunitions.
•
He was in the car, sitting behind the wheel and adjusting his collar with the aid of the rear-view mirror, a image of Hott was displaying on the windshield interior.
"Your job is to extract information from him, without attracting attention. Keep it as subtle as possible." Hott said from the windshield, while Scott kept adjusting his suit and his hair.
The door beside the next seat opened and Grey came in, wearing a bulletproof vest, with a rifle on her hand, and some pistols in the trouser's pocket.
Scott turned back to Hott on the screen, "I told you I don't do partners. I work alone."
"Well I'm sorry Steel, but she is an experienced soldier and deserves to be a part of this. This time should be an exception to your motto." Hott replied.
Scott sighed angrily and shut him out of the screen, he then turned to Grey who was loading her guns.
"I thought this was a retrieval mission." He asked, watching as she loaded the guns.
"So?" Grey answered.
Scott chuckled, "Look here Mrs, I work alone alright? So please don't interrupt me while I do my thing."
Grey didn't turn to him when she said, "I don't need you either, I'm with you as a result of poor circumstances effect."
Scott gulped, he wanted to reply her but didn't, a voice echoed through the vicinity.
*Okay guys, get ready to be thrown in 3...*
Scott turned back to his wheel and took it with both hands after igniting it. Stepping on the accelerator as vicious smokes engulfed from the exhaust pipe and a roaring noise filling the place.
*2...*
A metallic door opened in front of them, a heavy wind sweeping in almost at the time. Scott kept his feet on the accelerator.
"You might want to buckle up right about now." Scott advised, while she only rolled her eyes.
"Just drive the damn car." She replied.
*Now!*
Scott smirked and pushed the gear forward, as the car sped out of the plane.
The car rolled downwards in the air as gravity took over both of them.
Scott tapped one of the numerous buttons beside his seat's arm, and then outer part of the car reformed to a car with an adequate plane wing, and mini thrusters. It stopped in its ravaging speed, defying gravity before speeding towards the city couple of kilometers below.
Grey turned to him, before solemnly turning back to the road... Cloud ahead.
•
Shanghai, China
The car slowly landed in the middle of the road, reforming back to a normal vehicle.
Cars stopped on their tracks, as they saw this.
The Lamborghini drifted vehemently on the asphalt in a circular motion for sometime, producing a non appeasing screech and a haul of smoke. Scott grinned before hitting the throttle to and fro to the reverse section and smashing his leg on the accelerator.
The car reversed abruptly from the smoke, couple meters back, he shifted the gear lever to drive, steering the wheel clockwise.
The car roved to the side, and turned north before speeding off.
*That was some badass performance there Mr Steel* Jacob voice ranged from the speakers in the car.
Scott ignored him as he drove on the road, moving away from cars that blocked his path.
*Okay guys, prepare for the show.* Hott's voice came in.
•
The car pulled over beside a Thai restaurant, Scott faced the Five Star hotel on the other side of the road.
He then turned to the glove compartment, and pulled it out, as several items were positioned appropriately in it. He picked up a eye glass and pushed back the box.
"So are we going in or what?" She asked.
Scott ignored the question and wore the eyeglass, the eyeglass frame displayed night vision like graphics that was busy scanning almost everything.
"Find Anatoly Dmitry." Scott instructed, the frame then went on a scan jog, scanning the hotel for the initial subject, running databases online and cross referencing the result with it.
The eyeglass then pinpointed him on the upper level of the hotel.
Scott pulled out the glass and turned to Grey, "You stay here, I'll need someone watching my back and my car."
"I'm the soldier here, I am more experienced." She retorted.
"Sorry Captain America, but your days being the national gun is over. I'm the undercover one," Scott reminded, as she heaved infuriated.
He nodded and held the rear view mirror to himself, pouting his hair one last time, before opening the door and moving out.
"Wait." Grey called, he turned back to her,
"You forgot to take a gun."
He smiled, "I don't need one." Before closing the door behind and then crossed to the other side, leaving Grey alone in the car.
•
Scott walked inside the ten level tall hotel, accommodating perfume hitting his nose as he walked in. He looked around, bright lights illuminated everywhere, he could also see some old rich men flaunting with their girlfriends.
He made to walk towards the elevator ahead when the voice of the receptionist stopped him.
"Sire?" The feminine voice came.
He turned to see the receptionist behind her desk and approached her slowly.
"Hi, how can I help you kind sir." She said, forging a smile, since it was her job to.
Scott looked around, "I umm, I'm looking for a guy. A close friend."
"May I have his name?"
"Anatoly Dmitry."
She glanced at her book, obviously searching for the name, "Oh, Mr Dmitry."
"Yeah that guy."
She looked up at him, "If you don't mind sir, I will have to inform him, company's protocol."
Scott heaved, "But I wanted to surprise him, it's been long we met last. And you wouldn't want to ruin that, would you?"
"No Sir, but it's company's policy. I'll have to." She said, Scott sighed and nodded as she took the telephone and dialled in the number.
Scott stared at her with a grin, "You are really smart looking, what's your name?" He asked.
She blushed slowly, "Fei."
"Fei, that's a very good name. Fei how would you feel if I promised to give you twenty thousand bucks?"
She looked up at him, "I will be appreciative sir."
"Well I could give you Fei, if and only if you could make me... Slip through this one." Scott drawled.
"But sir, I..."
"Twenty thousand bucks could do a lot Fei, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Time's ticking."
She stared at him and gave into the bargain, before returning the telephone,
"You promise?" She whispered.
"Of course." He crossed his fingers childishly.
She sighed and finally said, "Room fifty four, upper level."
Scott smiled and redrew his hand from the desk, "Good one Fei, you made the right decision. You are God sent, even if you don't know it." He walked towards the elevator, smiling to himself.