Laura - The First Assignment (Chapter 1) by Jarkeld

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Laura - The First Assignment (Chapter 1)

by Jarkeld, Mar 1, 2015,





Los Angeles – California
March 2015


The small bedroom was quiet – save for the sound of a loud buzzing that had suddenly gone off. From the bed, an arm reached out and repeatedly smacked the alarm clock on the nightstand next to the bed. “....Stupid clock,” the voice muttered, wondering why the sound was still persisting. A female head rolled over to look at the nightstand, seeing that it was her phone that was buzzing. Groaning and letting out a sigh, she picked up the phone and answered it. “...Hello?”

“Laura!” a gruff voice came from the other end. “There's an assignment for you.” Laura sat up in bed, sighed and rubbed her eyes.

“...Hendricks....do you have any idea what time it is?”, Laura replied, a bit annoyed.

“I know...it's late and I woke you, but I just got an assignment handed to me,” replied to her. Laura stretched a bit, becoming more awake by the minute. “We just got word about an abduction of a girl from an embassy.” Laura got up and walked out of her room. It led to a small living room that was connected to the kitchen. She walked over to a table, where a small fax machine sat. It was humming with activity as a fax was coming over the line. Laura turned on the small light next to the table, picked up the dossier, and began to read over the material.

Laura picked up the last page as it came out of the machine. There was a picture of a father, a little girl and their dog. “Is this the girl? She's.....only ten.....why would they take her?” Then, she began to read through the packet. “....So....she's the daughter of Howard Smythe...a weapons manufacturer....it's an extortion deal?”

“Apparently; he's ordered production of a thousand P90 SMGs immediately,” Hendricks replied to her, as she moved to the couch.

“Do we have a location to where it's being sent?”

“No, but there's been some recent movement among a hacker group that's based in France. We also have agents that have reported the group discussing the arrival of a package.”

As Laura stood up and began to move towards her bedroom, she replied back, “All right; send me what you can about this organization. I'll see about getting a flight to France right away.” After ending the call, she set the phone down on the table, walked to her closet, and pulled out a large, locked box. Opening it, she withdrew a dark, one piece suit and set it down beside her. She then pulled out a telescopic lens, a bi-pod, and a M40 sniper rifle. She looked at the three items as she did so, but decided against it for this mission and put the pieces back into the box. She did withdraw her Desert Eagle and at least five rounds of ammunition. Then, she promptly shut the lid, locked it again and stood up, picking up the suit with her as she did so.

Pulling out a duffel bag, she put the tactical suit, as well as a couple changes of clothes and her desert eagle into the bag. She made sure to grab her permit for the gun, just as a precaution. She grabbed a pair of jeans, pulling them on and threw on a different shirt. She then pulled her hair up into a ponytail, grabbed her bag and keys, and left for the airport.


Marseille, France
March 2015


Getting out of the cab, Laura walked into the cafe, where another agent was to be waiting for her. She walked over to a corner booth and began to scan the room, noting all entrances and exits, just in case this goes south. It was something she picked up from her father, and always made sure to do it when in unfamiliar territory. “<Good day, miss; could I please take your order>?”, the waiter who approached her asked.

“<Yes, I would please like a tea please; thank you>,” she quickly replied in french. The man nodded and walked away. A moment later, another man walked up to where she sat.

“....You must be Laura,” he said. She glanced up at him; he was tall, taller than her at least. His sandy blond hair was unkempt. He flashed a smile that many girls would fall for.

She was not one of them. “......You have the dossier?”, she asked frankly. He sat down, flashing his brown eyes at her.

“I'm hurt by that! No, 'hello, how are you?' No, 'my, you're strikingly handsome'?” She rolled her eyes in disgust and just repeated her original question.

“Do you have the dossier? If not, I'm going to get my tea, walk out of here, and contact Hendricks and tell him that I'm very upset at him for sending someone that just wastes my time when I have a job to do.” His smile faded, and he pulled out a dossier. She quickly snapped it up and began to read through it. “So....this group that calls itself G31....have you encountered them before?”

“Interpol has had some brushes with them, but that's about it. Aside from that, we don't have much.” The waiter had delivered Laura's tea to her while she had been reading the dossier.

“But what you do have shows them being more of a hacker cell, not some sort of military group,” she replied in frustration. Setting the information down, she rubbed her forehead and sipped some of her tea. “This isn't making any sense....anything else for me to go on?”

The man nodded in response, “There's talk of G31 possibly holding up in a warehouse at the docks–”

“Then that's where I'm heading tonight,” she said, finishing her tea. Laura got up, paid for her tea, and left the cafe.


Marseille, France – Docks
March 2015


Much later that evening, Laura was viewing the docks from the rooftop of a building, some blocks over. The tip was correct – there were several figures in body armor and face concealing helmets. Laura could also tell that they were carrying SA30 assault rifles. She watched the patrolling routes - one guard patrolling around each building. There were no guards in front of any of the warehouses, except for one - there were two outside the front of it, with another two guarding a side entrance. She noted that she would be best served by finding a uniform if she were to infiltrate with little alarm. Dropping down, she quietly and quickly made her way to the dockyard. Ducking behind a few shipping crates. Heavy footfalls could be heard coming her way, and she could hear a woman's voice grumbling about horrible hours and pay.

Laura merely waited until the lone passing guard walked by her. In a flash, Laura grabbed the guard and dragged them into one of the warehouses. Laura had the guard's neck and head locked in her arms. “<Listen>,” she whispered to the female guard. “<We can do this one of two ways – either I knock you unconscious or you can comply and just give me your uniform>.”

The guard brought her elbow down into Laura's stomach hard, making Laura let go of her. “....Hard way it is then....” Laura dropped to the floor, doing a quick leg sweep. The guard fell hard to the ground and before she could move to react, Laura was already on her. Once more, she locked the guard's head in her arms, and with one of her hands, she pinched the nose of the guard and put her hand over the guard's mouth. The guard struggled to breathe, and was soon knocked out. Laura let go, making sure to not kill the guard.

She grimaced a bit, knowing just from the look alone, she knew the uniforms would conceal her identity quite well, but it would not provide much mobility. She pulled the boots off the guard first, then pulled her out of the pants, revealing a simple pair of dark shorts. Then, she pulled the unconscious guard out of the helmet, revealing a woman with short, blonde hair. The top of the uniform came next; it was outfitted with Kevlar, providing more protection than her own suit, but it only covered the chest. She looked back to the unconscious guard – in just her tank top and dark shorts. Laura spied a roll of tape left on a small table in a small office. She dragged the unconscious guard into the office and grabbed the tape. She folded the guard's arms together behind her back in such a way that her palms were over her elbows, then proceeded to wrap tape around them several times.

She then wrapped tape around the guard's arms, pinning them to her sides. Then, Laura wound tape around the guard's ankles and knees. Finally, she wound tape around the guard's face, covering her eyes and mouth. She paused a moment, wondering if she should cover the guard's hair and eyes to make it a little better on her before blinding her, but knew that time was of the essence. She then tucked the guard under the desk and closed the door. Laura then began to get out of her own suit; it was moments like these that she was glad that it wasn't latex. Her suit was flexible and allowed her mobility while wearing it, but also offered some protection against small arms fire.

Placing her suit also under the desk, she then began putting on the guard's uniform. It was close enough to her, if a little loose in the chest. She looked back at the unconscious guard and shook her head. Why in God's name would anyone want them that big?, she thought to herself. After putting on the helmet, she picked up the gun, and walked out of the warehouse and began to find any information about the abduction.