Unidentified - 1st Page

Being the last born she always knew this day would come. It would eventually fall on her shoulders, all the shattering consuming responsibility and the world would finally have its last laugh.

Vex pressed her cold bony palm on the top of her temple while massaging it gently, hoping to subside the massive marching band sound of headaches which plagued her for the fourth time this week.

Looking back she thought, perhaps it's her intuition that always warned her from the day she was born or maybe it was her inherited skeptic mind that everything had three sides to it where place, person or situation it was always three. But at this moment, at this crucial time she figured was she opened her eyes it was all or nothing.

Darting her eyes in the smoky, poorly lit, pungently smelling excuse for a warehouse she scanned for any movement and heat signature. All while trying desperately not to draw as much attention of her presence in the room. Suddenly the hairs on the back of her neck started to rise as she started to realize she was being watched. 

It was as though she could literally feel the bull’s eye mark digging into each inch of her damp skin on her back as every gun in intelligence cooperation was pointed right at her with alarms screeching, lights flashing and sirens blaring.

‘I shouldn't have gotten out of bed in the morning’ she thought as she anxiously scoped the room for her target while trying to bury her newly found fear.

Then, she spotted him. Hiding behind one of the old wooden crates to her right north of the entrance of the warehouse.

As their gaze mate she could see the terror rampant in his eyes making her target look innocent. Well, almost innocent eyes because she knew behind those terrified eyes hid all the mischief and chaos which caused all this disarray shown in the stadium in the space of 20 hours; eminently changing her existence her she knew it.

Her target, the rabbit which was quickly losing interest in the staring match after deeming her nonthreatening, twitched its nose, turned and began to hop away from swiftly from the area. Noticing this she darted after him while shouting loudly.

 ‘STOP! Hey STOP! Don’t you dare do this to me again and leave me here. Stop hopping away!!!’ 'Wait,  Please wait. I know you can understand me. Wait!'

But unfortunately her cries were in vain as the rabbit out the exit with incredible speed. 
'Great job smarty pants. Out beaten by a bloody rabbit, I'm never gonna hear the end of this.
I should have listened and brought the tranq gun with me." she mumbled to herself as she run after her target.

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Back in the control center underground facility appropriately 120 miles south west of the warehouse; one of the blue squadron analytic operatives says to his colleagues while looking at the huge main wall screen ‘Wait? Is she shouting at a rabbit?’

‘I Believe that’s a bunny’ he’s colleague corrects him ‘rabbits are bigger in size. I know this i once hunted them while on a hunting trip.......’
"Really? You have hunted? and that is no bunny " he says in a disbelieving tone.
"Yes i have. Actually here are some ..........." 

Another 3rd analyst joins the conversation while cutting his colleague off and responds ‘But why is she doing that? It's not that the animal can answer her back. I doubt she's she fully alright there?’ while signalling and making crazy circles to her head.

Then one of the analysts turns away from his colleagues to the dark brooding figure in the corner of the room and asks for a second opinion said ‘Sir, Are you sure she is the one we are looking for? Because if you ask me she sounds crazy and isn't the asset’ while grinning at his own comment with his colleagues nodding in agreement.

‘Well, then it’s a good thing your opinion here doesn't count for anything’ replied an irritated deep cold harsh authoritative voice from the shadows ‘Does it Agent 1?’

Noticing a change in the atmosphere, a bead of sweat trailed down Agent 1’s face as he stood up straighter and bowed his head in apology cleared his throat and said while stammering  ‘Nnnoooo, myyy opinion is worthless as you say,  Your excellency, ………i….i….I’m  sssoooo’

‘SILENCE!’ Bellowed the shadowed figure temporarily cutting speech from Agent1's mouth as the figure moved from the corner of the room partly into the light.

‘There are many things I deem disagreeable in this world and on the top 5 of that list is apologies. I hate apologies. Do you know why Agent 1?'

Unable to answer Agent 1 nervously shakes his head indicating no as he looks around the room which had  become deadly quiet.

His fellow analysts had made a note to distance themselves from him for fear of being associated and being on their excellency's bad side and quickly busy themselves on their monitors.

'Apologies are a sign of weakness. And I despise weak things’ As the dark form emerged from the shadows  and standing in its place before the fleet in the control tower was a looming towering and frightening leader of the Cooperation Commander Xavier Minrone.

‘Your orders are simple. Look to your command prompts wired to your devices. I'm sending you team to find the target shown.
"Remember failure to complete this mission is unacceptable and is punishable by our extreme law. So go now and bring her to me. Alive!’ He stressed the second instruction to his fleet in his cold dead voice.

As he moved down to the assembly area and inspected his troops while moving through the lines of ranks of armed soldiers paraded in front of him.

‘And you have permission to use any means necessary’

This last order had his soldiers’ sneering and grinning evilly as they dispersed to do his bidding.

The Commander continued to walk quietly to the front of room towards the screen that displayed her face while tracing the gruesome scar with his right forefinger from his ear to his eyebrow as the dark feeling to repay old debts and seeking revenge consumed him.