We would have kept the peace, but they wanted war, and war it is they would get. In this world full of death and secrets, a secret could certainly mean one's death, and it would appear this would be the case for me too. I was tied by my hands and hung from a pole as they tortured me.
In their minds, they had me right where they wanted me—or so they thought—but they were wrong, as wrong as one could be. This was all according to my plan. Even being tortured, I was waiting for one man: the Secretary of Defense. Once he got here, my mission would be almost complete.
I looked on at the board as they asked questions, almost inaudible now. Being electrocuted was no fun. They had my details down to a T—it was scary. They knew everything about me. That part, you could say, I was not prepared for. I must have not been careful enough. It started with my full name: Raven Cross, followed by my age of 23, gender (male), and British nationality.
Directly next to the nationality was my designated organization: British Secret Service. The next line continued with languages known. It claimed I was fluent in English, Arabic, Russian, and French, with passable German—which was not true, because I was also fluent in German.
My height was recorded as 6'4, and my build was recorded as lean yet muscular, with an imposing presence. My eyes were recorded as dark brown, and my hair as short-cropped dark brown. They even noted the jagged scar running along my neck—a mark from a past mission that nearly cost me my life.
Heck, they even had my blood group. It was recorded as O+. They noted that I had a Master's degree in computer science, cybersecurity, and accounting, all gotten under false aliases. My job title was noted as Secret Agent/Spy, and my current employer was noted as the United Kingdom.
The family details bar was left blank, which was not surprising. I had been an orphan for all of my life—I basically had zero known family members.
I was still at an orphanage when I was sold to the shadows—a sick, twisted organization that recruited kids and forced them into becoming skilled, heartless criminals. That was until the Secret Service came in and destroyed the organization. But let me tell you, there was no one better than me in the shadows—no one. When the Brits came, I took down a lot of their men, and none of them could take me down, until I surrendered at just sixteen years of age. Taking me in was a no-brainer.
Seven years later, here I was, being tortured just so I could prevent World War III from happening. However, it appears that won't be possible. They wanted war, and now it seemed like there was no other option. My job was simple. I needed the biometrics from the United States Secretary of Defense. He had something I needed, and he would be here any minute now.
This mission was hell for me. I had to ensure I did not do the one thing I was good at—killing. This was supposed to be a stealth mission, and so far, it had been one. But that all ends tonight. There was no way they would let me leave this facility alive.
Even if I did leave alive, I had to get to Arlington County, Virginia. There, I had to enter the Pentagon undetected. You hear that? Undetected. How the fuck was I to do that successfully? Even if I did enter successfully, I had to get to the office of the Secretary of Defense and get into his computer before swapping his hard disk.
I had to do all of this without being caught, because then, a war would be here soon enough, and we would lose it. In this moment, though, what I felt was not fear, it was was an electrifying thrill. Finally, a fun mission. This was the most fun I had had in a while. I will make the most of it. Missions like these, the dangerous, chaotic kind reminded me of why I did this job. The odds were stacked against me, but I wasn't here to play it safe.
It was very unlikely I won't kill someone, though, very unlikely. I had better not kill the Secretary of Defense, though. An alarm goes off when his heart stops beating. I am going to use him as my disguise into and out of the Pentagon.
I was starting to lose consciousness when he arrived. The moment the electrocuting device left my body, I dropped down. I had cut the ropes down until they could barely hold me, and I was just waiting for my chance. The first thing I did was turn the lights off and destroy the switch as they looked at me in dismay and horror.
One of them started shooting in my direction, but his mates calmed him down. They asked him to be calm, since the Secretary of Defense was here and I was outnumbered. According to him, there was no way out of here for me. We'll see about that. I locked the door and prepared to take them out as they switched on the lights on their phones.
I grabbed a wrench and an apple. As they looked for me in the crowded room with futility, one of them tried to get the door open, only to see that I had locked us in and destroyed the lock.
The next thing I did was grab my watch and activate its EMP. Their phones went off immediately. They had no idea where I was, exactly as planned. I knew where they were all positioned. It was time to attack. I threw the apple in the opposite direction, and as it bounced off the wall, they fired shots. I immediately threw the wrench at the head of the Secretary of Defense.
It hit his head and made a definite sound as it touched his skull. I had probably cracked his skull, although I hoped I was wrong. The Secretary of Defense sat down, dazed. He was now down and motionless—one down, three to go.
They began fidgeting and tried to put their phones back on to no avail. The next thing they did was fight over whether to spread out or stick together. They eventually agreed to spread out—a stupid decision.
I knotted the rope they had tied me with and made a lever system. I put the noose around the neck of my next victim, and as he tried to fight back, he got dragged up. As he screamed, he got his mates' attention, and they fired in his direction, completely missing me and killing him. I calmly crawled around again, knowing how I would take care of the next one.
I grabbed one of the high-voltage automatic tasers they had used on me, a large knife, and a cup of vinegar. I waited until they were right where I wanted them. They now stuck together, seeing that I had iced their teammate.
They walked right next to me-one was right in front of me, right in my face, and the other had his back turned to me. Seconds ago, I had delicately filled the saltwater bathtub they had waterboarded me in with vinegar. It was time to strike now.
I violently struck both of them at the same time. I deeply sliced across the neck of the one facing me while kicking the back of the one who was staring into the bathtub. The one with the sliced neck started shooting haphazardly as I turned on the taser, left it on automatic, and threw it into the water with his teammate, who started getting cooked almost immediately.
His teammate dropped the gun and tried to stop the bleeding, but it was to no avail. I took the knife and passed it through his head. I then took his gun and sent his boy, who was being electrocuted, to God.
Now, it was time to get to business. I took the biometrics of the Secretary of Defense, cleaned his blood from his attire, and informed the Secret Service to send someone to take care of him until I was done, noting that he was gravely injured.
I went out of the facility after getting all of my gear. It was time to get to work.
Next up: getting in and out of the Pentagon alive. By all logic, I was more or less a dead man, but this mission had to be successful. There was no other choice. The safety of the world depended on it.
It was more than a MISSION......….