Prologue The world......is in chaos. After the events of September 11 in America and the bombings in England, the two military powers thought it necessary for a new branch of military to be created. They disguised this secret branch as a private military corporation known as Private Escort and Protection International. To the American and English populace and even the military, PEPI was just another PMC making money off war and poverty. But this was just the surface to a world that very few realized existed. Under it's placid surface, this was in reality an international agency that was at the peak of technology and which had some of the best trained militants in the world. Ever since it's creation in 2003, PEPI has done over 2500 missions world-wide, all but a few completed successfully. The ones failed were covered up by governments to keep the incidents quiet and the operatives, if still alive, were taken away to undisclosed locations around the country and world as to keep the agency a secret and whatever they're doing........it's working. PEPI has grown considerably since it's birth, obtaining agents from the CIA, British SAS, Marines, and Israeli commandos. These men and women of war are chosen based on skill, physical abilities, mental compacity, and in some cases, the person is just a damn lucky bastard.
Chapter 1 Beginnings Fifty miles north of Gunnbjørn Fjeld, Greenland, 0451, 2006 The PEPI operative crawled through the frost-bitten grass, like a cobra looking for it's next rat to sink it's fangs into. He stopped for a moment and reached to the communicator on his ear. "Hey Ricky. It's Damian. I'm at the coordinates. Can you get off your online gaming stuff and tell me why the hell I'm here?" A tired voice replied on the receiving end. "Yeah I'm here, man. And I only know what you do. Guess the director doesn't want many people to know about." "Well let's hope this isn't a wild goose chase," Damian said, "or else I hiked up here for not-" He was interupted by voices. English, he thought. Damian quickly snuck behind a rock and peered over to see who it was. Two guards, with submachine guns in hand. He waited for them to continue their patrol before he contacted Reed again. "Too close. This is the place alright." "What gave you that idea, Cole, the guys with the guns or did you find a sign that said 'We're meeting here'?" "Ok, stupid comment I guess. I'm going in for a closer look." When he arrived at the location, Cole spotted a little shack splintered from the cruel wind and snow. He looked around through the binoculars and saw more of them. It was an old hunting or camping grounds. He went over to the closest shack and saw a pair of headlights and two figures standing in the beams of light. "Reed, I'm setting up a TE. Get ready to link the up with it." Damian setted up the Tactical Eavesdropper and stayed until he and Reed has a wireless link to it. "I'm going quiet for a bit so I can hear those two talk." No response. "Richard, you still alive?" Silence again. "Great time for you to take a crap." He left the TE in the shack and continued towards the vehicles to tag them. Before he could, though, he was almost caught by a guard relieving himself. He pulled his suppressed pistol out and quietly went behind an oil drum. You're better than this, dammit![/] Damian relaxed and reached the first set of vehicles. There were two sedans and one SUV. He quickly hid the GPS trackers on the bumpers. "Easy parts done. Now for the real challenge." Damian heard many things from the two men, who he found out was a British and American man. At first it wasn't much, but on his way to the second set of cars, he heard some uncomforting news. "Well, Mr. Bransen, let's get on with it then. I hope to see my money in the account when I look at it." The Englishman, presumably Bransen, chuckled. "There's been a change in plans, Mr. American," Bransen replied, "I'm afraid I will not be paying for this prize." Before he knew it, Cole heard three shots and froze. He tried contacting Richard to tell him what happened but all there was to be heard was static. "Oh God..." He was being jammed, which meant they may know he was there.
Chapter 2 Getting Out 0517, 2006 Damian pondered on what his next move would be. He still had to tag the car where Bransen and the American where standing by. Should he get out while he could or risk getting discovered but completing the mission? "Times like this," Cole whispered. "That I wish I was still CIA." At that point he decided to nut-up and get the last tracker on the car. He tried contacting Richard again and got nothing. "Stealthy time'sCazaZ over." Cole slid behind a set of oil drums, took his suppressor off the pistol, and put one bullet in the head of a guard. That should get their attention. At that moment, he hid in the shack which offered the most conceilment and waited. His plan worked. Cole distracted the majority of guards to where he shot the pisser. He reattached the suppressor and ran behind a row of trees that lead to the last car. Then he ran into a lone guard. The guard threw a punch, but Cole quickly drew his knife and sidestepped. He then kicked the back of the guard's knee and drove his knife into the spinal cord of the now dying guard. I'm still breathing, Cole thought. He picked up the guard's MP5 and continued towards the vehicle. "Not a bad choice of car," Cole complimented. He was talking about the Rols Royce, which was black with a silver leather interior. He noticed, though, that the window was opened and that smoke was coming out. Cole could faintly see an older man, presumably in his 50s or 60s, smoking a cigarette. It was Bransen and he was fiddling with a USB in his hands. Gotta get that without him knowing. Damian looked around and saw his solution. That'll work. He picked up a nearby rock and threw it at a tree, knocking the snow off the lower branch of it. This, apparently, caught Bransen's attention, who exited his car with a pistol in hand. "Perfect," Cole smugged. While Bransen was searching for the "ghost" sneaking around, Cole went into the car. He found the USB on the seat. Instead of taking it with him, he decided to plug it into the Data Copier Module and make an exact copy of the information, which can be looked at when, or if, he gets back to HQ. After the upload was done, Cole was careful enough to set the USB back perfectly where it was before. "Over here! He's over at the car!" Cole quickly turned and saw the rest of the guards coming towards him. "Time to go!" Cole ran into the woods, bullets wizzing past.
Chapter 3 Don't look back 0536, 2006 "Damian, you there? I tried contacting you, but all I heard was static." Finally things were looking up for Damian. "Yeah I'm here, Rick," he said. "I was compromised and am heading southeast. Any settlements that way?" Richard put Cole's coordinates on the agencies digital world map and found a small town about three miles from where Cole was. There was also a train station so he can get to a larger town and get on a plane out of there. After telling him all this, Cole thanked Richard and kept on running. After nine minutes of running, Damian could now see the lights of the town, which couldn't have more than maybe five hundred people in it. Just as he went over a small incline, Damian heard a shot and a pain in his right bicep. He collapsed from both the pain and force of the projectile. "UGH! I just been shot!" "Your barely half a mile from the town. You have to get the hell out of there, Cole!" Encouraged a bit, Damian got back up and started his trek to the town. He arrived a few minutes later and found that there was some sort of festival going on right now. After buying a black turtle neck, winter jacket, and a pair of jeans to look more inconpicuous, he decided to rent a room at a hotel and rest. When Cole entered the room, it was already 6:15 am. He contacted Richard one last time and told him of all the things that happened, Bransen shooting the American, him killing the two guards, and copying the USB data. "Seems like a hell of a night, Cole." There was a short silence and then, "Yeah, Rick, it damn was." One week later PEPI HQ, Battle Creek, Michigan, 1427 After a week of debriefings, data collection, and surgery, Cole was finally on friendly grounds. He went to see his brown haired partner and found him with the DCM and the data on it. "So what is this, Rick? President Bush's recipe for homemade guacamole?" Richard didn't laugh. "We need to see Liderman about this. This is important stuff." Before he asked what was on it, Cole was following Richard to Tyler Linderman's office, the director of PEPI. "Sir, you need to look at this." Richard plugged in the DCM on a large computer screen and explained the situation. "These are all under different sections. In this section," he then clocked on the file. "there are codes for the missile defense system and their radar for America. With them, someone could deactivate them and launch a missile into D.C." Damian looked at Linderman in astonishment and continued listening to Richard while he opened another file. "This section shows the locations of every important military base in the country and where our bases of operations are." This worried them all even more. "But this one is the disturbing." He then opened a a file and a picture of a missile and some sort of chemical name came up. "This are the blueprints to a new ICBM, specifically designed to carry that chemical weapon." All three of them looked at the name of the chemical, which had the name "Diestiv". "Oh God no," Linderman finally said. "That's a top secret chemical weapon that the US is still working on. It's 20 times as strong as mustard gas." They all then took a seat at Linderman's desk. "Richard, destroy that copy now." With a few clicks on the keyboard, the data on it was irradicated. "This is troubling, boys. When our roadblock in Greenland stopped Bransen and his men, we found the USB, but their was nothing on it. After interrogating Bransen, we found out that the data was transfered wirelessly to a reciever in Egypt." Cole and Richard looked worried and confused. Cole then asked, "Where does that leave us then? A madman with Americas biggest secrets somewhere in Africa?" Linderman then slid two passports and two files over to Damian and Cole. "How do you two feel about Cairo?"