The Great Forumshire Story

CC12 35 - CC/Ally does have boots. Knee high I think though, not thigh.

I actually enjoy seeing how my personality (or at least forum persona) is interpreted by different people in different stories. It's a lot of fun seeing all these different versions of Forumshire in fiction. However long you want to make this story, I'm really enjoying reading it, Lance.

Agent Lee stalked around the edge of a large, derelict compound a few miles outside of the city. Compared to the glitz of the casinos, hotels and mega yachts that sat less than an hour drive away, the building that stood in front of her was more like something from the forgotten mining towns of various nations across the world... only much bigger.

A crescent moon gave the cracked, white facade of the building a faint blue glow. A wall surrounded the compound with a large, wrought iron gate the only opening. A rusty padlock and chain fixed each side closed.

Infiltration was agent Lee's speciality. She had had years of training in several martial arts and had honed her deadly and silent skills in the field across East Asia. He current mission should have been a casual recon of a casino in Macau however the agency had found more pressing business.

Her black figure moved through the foliage as she made her way around the building toward the point she had identified as best to cross over the wall. Her usual long, white hair was covered with a small black cap. A black combat trousers and top was complemented by a small tool belt to finish the look of a professional agent.

The wall was around 10 feet tall and contained an old, overgrown garden and the rear which was overlooked by a few boarded windows.

In one fluid movement Agent Lee found herself on top of the wall and within a second landed silently in the long grass inside.

From her vantage point, she could see a small back door to her right. The door was open, wedged by a rotten chair stuck under the door knob. A faint light emanated from inside.

She moves, almost crab like, toward the door keeping a low profile against shadows cast by the wall against the moonlight. The view opened up in to a corridor running across the length of the house. Inside, a man stood facing the front if the house. A small wisp of smoke wound its way from a cigarette in his hand.

Following her swift arrival by a chartered jet, she had been able to so far identify four people, including the man she was now looking at. Two were upstairs, presumably with the lost Agent. The other was stationed around the front of the building with a rather battered looking AK47.

In situations where resistance is minimal, Lee had always found speed to be the key. The quicker the hit, the less chance of a consolidated fight back.

She slowly advanced on the doorway, reaching for a blade held in her belt. The man took a long, slow puff on his cigarette but did not turn round.

Her first opportunity opened up as she covered the distance between them in the blink of an eye. Her target recoiled in horror as the blade entered his lower abdomen, ripping across his skin from left to right. Lee cupped his mouth and pulled him backwards perfectly executing a technique learnt from a British SAS operator years before.

A quick, silent death.

She dragged the body behind a piece of furniture in the adjoining room before heading back out of the rear door and around the building. Her next target was exactly where she had seen him earlier.

She wiped the bloody knife against a leaf and returned it to its sheath. The man was in a chair and her previous technique wouldnt be an option. Instead she removed a small pin from a pouch, followed by a length of chicken wire.

The combination of specially made boots and her own body control rendered each footstep silent as she crossed the wooden decked floor. The angle of the chair gave her approach some concealment, however her cover was nearly blown.

As she moved within striking distance, a loud bang.. possibly that of a door... emanated from a room on the next floor. The man jolted and began to swivel his head around.

He was not quick enough as the small pin penetrated his neck. The location of the pin was vital, paralysing him from the neck down. Without having to worry about his dead weight, Lee quickly wound the wire around his neck cutting off his last hope of help.

As she loosened the chord, Agent Lee became aware if movement within the house. The element if surprise was about to be lost.

On the outside of the wall, a wooden drainpipe climbed up to the next floor of the building. Following a quick check of its strength, she grabbed hold and edged her way upwards toward the window.

Below her, the figure of a female appeared from the front door, noticing the dead body. With a quick scan if the area, the figure moved back in to the building.

The structure itself had been made from some kind if concrete which over the years of its decline had revealed its flaws through ever expanding holes. Together with the use of windows and guttering, Agent Lee moved herself around the upper story toward the earlier slamming sound.

She came to a window and peered inside. The female figure stood against an open doorway gesturing toward a second, this time male figure. Quickly, he picked up a weapon from across the room and disappeared out if the door.

In the middle of the room sat her objective. She slid the window open and climbed in.

'I'm Agent Li Lee. Eldorion sent me here to extract you Agent Figg.'

'How did you track me?'

'I can explain that later, we need to get you out of here.'

Agent Lee was already untying her hands when the door swung open. Tyrant barely had time to dive to the floor as two silenced shots flashed from the muzzle of Lee's pistol.

Her adversary was down and undefended. She aimed for the killshot and began to squeeze the trigger.

Her shot buried itself in the ceiling as a hand pushed her aim away from Tyrant's head.

'Let him go,' said the voice off Agent Figg.

'He is a primary target,' replied Lee.

'Ill explain later, but you need to let him go.'

Lee hesitated.

'Get out,' she said, nodding at Tyrant but keeping her aim firmly on his skull.

Tyrant got up. He shot Figg a quick, painful look before heading out of the room.

'We need to get out of here,' said Lee making for the door.

'Dont worry,' replied Figg. 'They wont be back for now.'

Leelee'a a ninja!  

Oh this is so very exciting !  

A dark turn, I like it. I'm still curious what's up with Tyrant, too.

Amarië wrote:Leelee'a a ninja!  

I always knew something just didn't quite fit...  

imagine u crying cuz ur fave pair of jeans dont fit anymore and yr fave 4th century bc poet walks up and wipes away ur tears and sings beastie boys bsides 2 u

The McMilan M87 sniper rifle could be considered one of the most deadly personal weapons in the world. The .50 calibre round is capable of penetrating several feet of brick and can punch a hole in the average armoured personell carrier. It wad also the weapon that produced the longest confirmed sniper kill at around two and a half miles

The black barrel of one such rifle glistened in the moonlight, cradled by its black clad carrier. Through the magnified glass of the attached scope, the warm lights of a large house illuminated the surrounding area in a soft orange glow.

'Anything your side,' asked the voice of agent Amarie and she peered through a small set of standard issue binoculars.

'Nothing yet,' replied Nora.

The two had followed Orwell and his entourage out of the city and in to the hills of Pichincha, one of the many volcanoes that dotted the area. It had been too light to have followed along the narrow track to the house earlier that day so they had split up. Nora had remained to keep an eye on the road while Amarie went back for supplies, including a selection of weapons.

It was now well past 11pm and the slopes were alive with whatever insects or animals lived at such altitudes.

'You think they knew we were following them?'

'Probably,' replied Nora. 'It was quite a long way out of the city to have the same car behind you, keeping its distance at all times.'

'So you think they are going to just sit there?'

'I doubt it. If they know we are here then I am sure they have a plan.'

As if on cue, the roar of a diesel engine came to life. The sound emanated from an unseen portion of the residence, however the only route out of the property wound around the outside and off down the hill on which they haf taken a position.

'You might only get one shot at this Nora.'

'Yeah, thanks for that.'

Nora carefully positioned the rifle as she had been taught on a long stint with Norwegian special forces some years before. The M87 produces a huge recoil and would be enough to shatter a cheek bone if fired incorrectly.

Her breathing slowed, at the same time reducing her heartbeat, systematically shutting down any small movement that would result in the round missing its target by a few feet at the other end. She also made an educated guess as to where any vehicle would appear, taking a slight lead to allow time for her devastating payload to reach its target.

As the world slowed down, a strange noise echoed off of the fingers of rock that splayed out from the volcanoes surface.

'Helicopter incoming,' said Amarie, already having turned her attention and binoculars to the sky.

'Fuck,' replied Nora, her breathing and heartbeat accelerating.

'They're not coming for us.'

The two watched as a dark helicopter swooped in over the hills opposite them and began its slow descent at the rear of the house.

'If the chopper and cars both appear at the same time, you will only get one shot.'

Nora was well aware of the limitations of such a large weapon at this distance. There was no way she could pull of accurate enough shots to take out a passenger of multiple vehicles.

'FUCK!'

Her breathing and pulse were now well above resting, but that was something she no longer had tine to worry about. Whichever shot she choose would have to accurate enough to stop its target and at least give another chance.

The roar of the diesel engine was quickly drowned out by the noise of the helicopter as its rotors battered the few trees planted around the building. It appeared above the house as it gained enough height to clear the trees.

At the same time, a large military humvee appeared from around the side of the house at high speed.

Nora had already made her choice. The 12.7x99mm round left the muzzle at around 850 metres per second, hitting its intended target a little more than half of the distance away.

At first the helicopter seemed to carry on as if nothing had happened, it was a few seconds before black smoke poured from the top of the aircraft as the rotor assembly shredded itself apart and the aircraft lost lift.

The humvee and its following motorcade sped off in to the night at the hulking chopper plummeted to the ground, crashing somewhere on the side of the volcano. The was no fireball and any smoke was now far from any light source that may have illuminated it.

'Shit,' said Amarie, her jaw wide open.

'Yeah, I just hope we got the right one.'

'Well, we better report back. I'm not sure we will be safe in Quito now whether Orwell is gone or not.'

'Okay, let's get out of here.'

You're not doing much to dispel those SAS rumors, Lance.

Glad to see this story is continuing, though!

she peered through a small set of standard issue binoculars.

It's obvious it was not an American helicopter, they always explode in a gigantic fireball.
Did they really hit it? Uggggh! Cliffhangers!!!

Im loving this- a proper Forumshire spy/espionage thriller! Nice one lance, keep it coming  

'Good work Agent Lee,' said the boss, his voiced amplified over the speaker of Lee's small black mobile phone. 'And it's good to hear that you are safe and sound Agent Figg.'

'Thank you sir,' she replied.

'BUT,' continued the voice on the phone. 'I am now waiting for what I am sure is an extremely good reason as to why you stopped Agent Lee from completing what was your primary objective.'

Figg hesitated. She knew that the reason she let him go wasn't something that her superior, and his superiors would understand. In their eyes, Tyrant was a remorseless killer who only ever followed his own agenda. They didn't see what she could see.

'Sir, I believe he is of more use to us alive than dead for now.'

'And how exactly did you come to that conclusion?'

'We know that there have been links between his name and AZRIEL. I believe that the personal relationship I have with him can be used to our advantage on that front.

'I would agree,' added Agent Lee. 'There is a definite connection that I believe could be exploited.'

Figg looked at Agent Lee unsure of the motivation behind her comment. Her face was impassive. Either she was good at hiding her emotions or she genuinely believed both the advantage and that Figg's reasoning was genuine.

'Agent Figg,' the voice on the phone continued. 'I will make myself extremely clear. You have one chance at this. If you fail this mission as tragically as you have before, not only will you be pulled off of this case, but you will be removed from this service with immediate effect.'

'Yes sir,' she replied hoarsely, her mouth and throat inexplicably dry.

'And make no mistake Agent,' he continued. 'If I believe at any point that your judgement is so compromised that you could find yourself consciously or unconsciously aiding our enemy, I will personally give the order to have you removed from the picture entirely.'

A long silence was interrupted by a two tone beep on the open phone line.

'Agent Eldorion on the line,' came the familiar voice, presumably from his office.

'Update please,' said the boss sharply.

'Ermm, yes sir. We have had contact with Agent's Nora and Amarie who are currently on a flight back to the U.K. They have informed of the situation in Quito but have so far been unable to confirm if Orwell's body was in the crashed helicopter. Apparently human remains were scattered across the mountain side with very few identifying features remaining.'

'Then we should assume that their mission was also a failure.'

'Yes sir. I am keeping in touch with various contacts to see if there is an news from underground. Such a high profile death would spread very quickly with various people trying to fill the void and grab power.'

'Do we have any useful news Agent Eldorion. I am beginning to lose faith in most of my team.'

'Yes sir,' he replied. 'I have some more news on AZRIEL. It seems we are looking for both the name of some kind of operation and the name of a person. There have been various rumblings about several high profile figures either in on en route to Macau.'

'I was tracking someone with the code name C63 in Macau before you pulled me out,' said Agent Lee. The immediateness of her voice made Figg jump. She hadn't paid too much attention to the last part of the conversation.

'Ok Agent. Pick up where you left off. I would like you to take Agent Eldorion with you.'

'Sir?' said the shocked voice of Eldorion.

'I need people I can trust and right now you two are it.'

'Yes sir.'

Love your portrayals of everyone in this Lance, especially Agent Figgs {{-sigh-}}}

oh shit, when did u start posting chapters again?

About 3 hours ago Norc. Had to read back through a lot to see what the hell had been going on.

i am loving it so far, though i haven't read the latest part just yet ^^

''The McMilan M87 sniper rifle could be considered one of the most deadly personal weapons in the world. The .50 calibre round is capable of penetrating several feet of brick and can punch a hole in the average armoured personell carrier. It wad also the weapon that produced the longest confirmed sniper kill at around two and a half miles''

um yeah Lance is wearing SAS standard issue fluffy slippers.  

  cant wait to read more

No Figgy....

{{{Our identities are supposed to be a secret... stop telling people}}}

 sorry

The calm waters of the docks glistened in the sun light. The glass and steel of the surrounding buildings mirrored their high rise counterparts.

Figg sat back in her chair and took a sip of her third glass of cider.

'You know we could get called up at any moment,' said Nora, sitting opposite her.

'I haven't had a real drink since my university days studying classical art so I don't really care that much about the consequences right now.'

Agent Nora had always wondered how someone who had had such a huge interest in culture and art had ended up running art the world with a knife or gun in her hand.

'So, what was it like seeing him again?'

The noise of a small jet making its final approach to a nearby airport filled the silence as she considered her answer.

'At first,' she finally began. 'It was like any other target. I didn't feel anything. Not until I was standing face to face with him.'

The pain on her face was evident as she spoke. Nora said nothing as she took a few more large gulps from her glass.

'When it came down to it, I couldn't let Lee kill him. I didn't stop her because I thought he could be of use to us. I stopped her because I couldn't let him die. I'm not really sure why that is.'

'You remember the night we were both standing in front of him,' asked Nora.

Figg nodded.

'I knew then that there was something more there for you. When he found out that he had been betrayed, his pain for you was as obvious as yours for him.'

Figg didn't reply. She stared vacantly in to the dark waters of the dock, lost in thought.

'You know, I don't blame you for what happened,' she said eventually. Nora looked up at her. They had never really discussed the events that had led up to or happened that night.  'You were doing your job and had gained his personal confidence, however it was that you did it. It was only by chance that he and I met.'
  'The night I he caught us in the room together, I shouldn't have been there. I got jealous and used your safety as an excuse to check out what you two were doing.'

'Figg, you know it was all about the mission for me right? I got his confidence by popping off a few other high profile guys that were on our list anyway. There was nothing else to it than that for him or me.'

'I know. But at the time I didn't see it like that. You were new and had already caught Eldo's eye and were the bosses favourite new toy. I just got jealous.'

'Hold the fuck up. Eldorion's eye. Are you fucking kidding me?'

Figg laughed.

'You know he had a serious thing for you right?'

'Figg, really?'

'REALLY.'

'Damn,' said Nora, her cheeks flushed making Figg laugh a little harder. 'It's not fucking funny you moron.'

'It is. You spend so much time beating him up about stuff and he still loves you like there is no other girl in the world... and you just dont see it.'

Nora scowled a little, the childish smirk gone from her face.

'Yeah, I don't know why I do that.'

'Maybe because you dont want to admit you actually have feelings, let alone positive ones for him?'

'Don't make me kick your ass...'

Nora's threats were cut off as her small black phone vibrated on the table in front of them. The phone call was very brief.

'That was the boss,' she said, her voice back to its usual sternness. 'Two priority one targets have been spotted leaving private aircraft in the South China sea area. Both then made their way toward Macau.'

'Who are they? Are we up?'

'Yeah, we're up. Our targets are familiar ones. Orwell and Tyrant.'

Life imitates art imitates life.

Eager to see where the twists and turns are leading to! Good stuff here, Lance.

Excellent stuff Lance, great characters you portray. 

I dont like Cider


  great stuff Lance

The sky was alight was colour. Pink gave way to gold and then to blue and green. Each and every hue was reflected in glass and again on the surface of water.

Eldorion had visited some of the worlds greatest cities but had never seen such a dense concentration of colour and vibrancy. A small chill of excitement ran down his spine as he looked out from the observation deck of the Macau tower, seven hundred feet in the air.

'Everything about them makes you want to go, doesn't it,' said Agent Lee from next to him, looking toward the casino skyscrapers. 'But don't forget what most of them stand for and what they hide beneath the gloss.'

Lee was right. In fact, that was exactly why they were here. Gambling means big money and big money normally means crime. It was a safe bet that in each and every one of those buildings, there were dozens of people involved in some kind of illicit activity, be it drugs, sex, weapons or a whole host of other things.

'You see the tall building that looks like some kind of leaf with the blue lighting,' she asked?

'Yep, says the Grand Lisboa on the top.'

'Our target building is a block on the North West side of that called the Hotel Sintra.'

'Shouldn't we get going soon? What time are we expecting people to start showing up?'

'We have about two hours before Orwell's car is due according to latest intel. Not sure about the rest of them, we haven't heard anything about Tyrant or his buddies since we left the U.K.'

'Are we just going to stake the place out? I haven't done anything in the field before you know.'

'We will need to go separately so that if one of us is identified, the other can still get out. I think it best if you stay in the hotel lobby and keep watch on our arrivals and departures.'

'On my own you say?'

Eldorion was beginning to get very nervous. Not only was this his first time in the field, but he would be in the field on his own with some of the most dangerous criminals in the world in the same building.

'Yes Agent Eldorion,' she replied in her usual calm, flat tone. 'I am sure you are more than capable of completing this task. The boss has faith in you, as do I.'

After a few minutes, they both made their way down the elevator to ground level and out of the building. A short cab ride and they were in amoungst the thralls of tourists, bathed in the light of the buildings.

'This is were we part company,' said Agent Lee. 'Walk one block East and you will see the Grand Lisboa directly in front of you. Walk past and take a left. You will see the target building.'

'And where are you going,' asked Eldorion as he began to tremble slightly.

'I am taking a different route so that we both arrive at different times and from different directions. I imagine the building is already being watched.'

He took a deep breath.

'Before the plunge?' she asked cryptically. 'The deep breath?'

'Something like that.'

'Do not worry. Find yourself some tourist leaflets to make you look like you belong. Get a drink from the bar. Blend in.'

'Ok.'

'And whatever you do, do not acknowledge me. Not on the way in or at any point, no matter what is happening. Is that clear?'

'I suppose so.'

'No, this must be very clear. Under any circumstances Agent Eldorion. The risk is much greater if we are both caught. Is that clear?'

'Yes agent Lee, it is clear.'

With that, Agent Lee nodded, turned and disappeared in to the night. Agent Eldorion was now alone and he had never felt so much so. The excitement he had felt looking out across the city had gone. The lights lit up the faces of people he didn't know and surroundings he had only seen on a map. People were speaking, but he understood nothing. He turned East and began to walk.