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Snake was just a codename he was given. No one knew his real name except his employer. Everyone was given a codename to call each other by. There were no real names and your life was taken away in a snap. They called this “The Agency.” The most secretive agency on the face of the planet with connections to every government agency in the world. And there job, to kill whomever they had to.

Snake was sitting in the car with his team. “Hey Snake, when do you think we’ll reach the target building?” asked Wolf, one of the men on Snake’s strike team. “Not quite sure, I’d say another few minutes and we should get there,” replied Snake. With that answer everyone grew even more impatient waiting. “So let’s run through the plan real quick once more,” ordered Scorpion as he pulled out a schematic of the building. “Everyone remember that the target is a highly guarded French official. He will have at least 10 to 20 guards near him and all around the complex. This is a party and our employer strictly said no civilian casualties.” Snake thought for a second and asked, “Should we take him out stealthily or just bust in there and kill him?” “Our employer requested that we do it quietly. Anyway, continuing with the plan. We have to sneak into the kitchen and steal some waiter clothes. We need to disguise ourselves and lure the French official to follow one of us into one of the empty rooms without protection. Once in we question him, get the information we need, take him out, and get the hell out of there before they find him.” As soon as he had finished the car had stopped and the four of them got out.

“Nice place,” said Killer. Killer had sat quietly in the car the whole time reviewing the plan to himself. He really didn’t like to work with a team and preferred to work alone, but we wouldn’t let him. The four of them pulled out their invitations and showed them to the six guards guarding the front gate. Snake was the first they let through and he walked right in through the front door and waited for the other three to get past the security. Snake wondered to himself, “Am I doing the right thing? Should we really kill an innocent French civilian just because we were ordered to?” But just as he finished that line he looked up and saw Killer, Scorpion, and Wolf walk in. “Alright guys, we need to split up and meet in the kitchen. You all have the GPS location on your phones if you forgot the floor plan of this place. I’ll see you three in the kitchen,” said Wolf. Before Snake could ask any questions the three of his comrades had already stormed off towards the kitchen in different directions. “Well I have a few minutes to spare,” he said, “Might as well check out the party.”

With that last comment Snake hurried through the nearest door and found it lead right into the center of the party. Waiters were circulating around with trays filled with champagne and snacks. Snake grabbed a glass of champagne as one of the waiters walked by and drank it. Then he scanned the area for the French official. He could barely see past the nine bodyguards surrounding him, but he found him. As soon as Snake remembered what he was doing he turned around and went straight for the kitchen. He walked through several doors but couldn’t seem to find the kitchen. He then checked if anyone was around and pulled out his cell phone. He opened up the GPS floor plan and found he was nowhere near the kitchen. He then turned around and headed the right way finally towards the kitchen.

He walked through the kitchen doors to find Wolf, Killer, and Scorpion already dressed in waiter outfits waiting for him. “Where have you been Snake?” asked Killer calmly. “Sorry, I was checking out the party and found our man. Other than the nine bodyguards walking around him the whole time, there should be no problem.” “Alright Snake. Well what are you waiting for? Throw on one of the outfits and we’ll be on our way.” As Snake slipped his clothes off and reached for the waiter’s outfit he thought about a question and asked it, “What did we do with the waiters that were wearing these?” “Don’t worry Snake. We knocked them out with anesthesia. They’ll be out for a good few hours before they wake up,” answered Scorpion. This was a first for Scorpion. He was always the type of man that would rather kill someone than let them live, but I guess we were all that way. He finished putting the outfit on and looked up to find the three of them already carrying trays of champagne out to the party. He grabbed a tray and yelled “Wait up!!”

They walked out onto the party floor with distinct elegance and superiority. Snake looked around for the other three but they seemed to have gotten lost in the crowd. After searching for them for a few minutes he whispered into his earpiece, “Charlie foxtrot.” Then he heard a reply of, “Roger, we are on the other side of the ballroom near the target.” “Roger that,” whispered Snake back and headed over to the other side of the ballroom. He soon saw Killer talking with the target. He was the only one that knew French out of all of us. The next thing Snake knew the target was following Killer out of the ballroom. He looked over at Scorpion and Wolf and saw them already heading towards the other door. He quickly caught up with them and said, “How does he do it?” Killer always knew how to play with peoples’ minds and manipulate them to do things they didn’t want to. “No clue Snake,” replied Wolf. Then Wolf looked down at his watch and saw the little blinking dot. It was a beacon that the target has been tied down and under control. They then threw down the trays and ran down the hallway to the room where Killer was in.

They opened the door and saw Killer sitting there with his sleeves rolled up and holding the French official by the hair swearing at him in French. “I speak English!” screamed the French official with a real heavy French accent. “Good,” replied Wolf, “It will make it easier on us.” He then pulled up a chair from a table and set it down next to the French man and sat down. “So we hear you’ve been up to some things Mr…..Touche?” Killer couldn’t resist himself, “What a fancy name.” Snake couldn’t help but smirk at the wise crack. “Alright Mr. Touche, “ said Wolf, “we don’t have too much time on our hands at the moment, so tell us the information we need to know and we’ll let you go.” Snake thought to himself and remembered how many times they had used that line to get people to talk. The sad part was that the target always ended up getting killed anyway no matter how cooperative they were.

About ten minutes later the four of them walked out of that room leaving Mr. Touche behind lying on the ground. They had given him non-traceable poison that “The Agency” provided for a nice, clean kill. “That wasn’t that tough, was it boys?” asked Wolf. “Not really, one of the more smooth interrogations we’ve held,” replied Scorpion back. Snake walked behind them all rethinking if they had done the right thing. But they had no choice. Once you were in, you couldn’t get out. They walked down back to the kitchens and put their suits back on they had left hidden in the pantries. They also went to check that the waiters were still out cold, and they were. Then, they walked out of the party like nothing had happened, to their car, and drove away.