Cloak and Dagger: Mirror Image

Chapter 1

-X-

-I own nothing-

-X-

"Talking"

'Thinking'

-Sounds-

Radio, TV Newscasts, or Messages

-X-

"So tell me Mr. Black… looking back at it all… was it worth it? All the people you killed, the places you destroyed in your vendetta against us… was it all worth it?" asked a man in a black suit with a yellow shirt and tie.

The other man was silent.

"So how does it feel to be back?" the man continued, not at all bothered by the silence, "I believe this is the room you first joined us… where you first joined the organization…"

-X-

Three months ago…

-X-

Emerald green eyes snapped open and observed the ceiling above, cold metal grey with bright florescent white lights every few feet. Feeling the cool metal table below him, the man knew that he had been drugged, it the sluggishness and drowsiness accounted for anything at all.

Sitting up, he ripped the IV out of his arm along with the pulse monitor clipped onto his finger and slung it aside, causing it to clatter on the floor as the heart monitor flat lined behind him.

"Great," he muttered while slipping off the bed and standing on the floor with his bare feet, "Now I'm going to fail my next drug screening… where's my gear?"

Shaking off the feeling of tiredness he was feeling, the man ran a hand over his raven black hair and looked around. He was inside a medical facility of some sort, if the equipment and other various medical supplies accounted for anything at all.

-Buzz-

His observing was cut off as a vibration notice reached his ears, making him look around for the source only to find a small PDA with a sliding keypad that came from the bottom while the top was a screen.

Upon picking it up the screen flashed the face of a woman with pale reddish brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and two black plastic hoop ear rings, one in each ear.

"Good your awake…" the woman started with a slightly surprised tone hidden under a relived one. "I wasn't sure how long you'd be under. Those tranquilizers wore off fast."

He held the PDA in his left hand and rubbed his eyes with the other, "Uh… I think I'm still coming down," he muttered loudly.

"What?" she asked, not really understanding what he meant.

He shook his head, "Nothing, I'm just clearing my head."

"The dose was pretty strong," the woman muttered. "I'm surprised you're even able to stand,"

While she was busy talking lowly to herself, he finally got his head straight and frowned at the screen, the fact that he had been drugged finally hitting home with him. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice sharp and cold, "Why did you drug me?"

"My name is Mina." the woman replied with a frown, "And I didn't drug you. They did. They do it to everyone who arrives here to protect the location."

"Then I'm not sticking around for any more chemical therapy, I'm getting out of here." the man said with a frown before heading to the door, still holding the PDA as he approached the hi-tech metal sliding door.

"And how do you plan to do that?" Mina asked as he stuck the PDA into a pocket in his lime green hospital pants, which were more like paper than fabric. "Your locked in and there's a guard outside-"

She stopped as the sound of the lock disengaging faintly reached her though the PDA before the man pulled it out of his pocket and turned the screen towards the door, showing her a open door before closing the PDA and clipping the small Bluetooth earpiece on.

Crouching, the man stealthily made his way into the next room, a dimly lit lab by the looks of things, seemed to be unused for the time being as only the lights from a few computer monitors were on. The room was empty but he could hear a few voices from across the room, apparently, Mina had miscounted.

Using a few bare desks as cover, the man made it across the room and pressed himself against the wall as he waited for the voices to make their move.

"I'm going to check on sleeping beauty," one guard informed his friend, getting a grunt from his fellow guard.

The man bit the inside of his cheek as the door swung open, smashing his bare toes just before the doorstop did it's job and stopped it from causing anymore damage than it already had.

The guard strolled by, letting the door shut on it's own before making his way to the glass that would let him look into the room where the man was suppose to be drugged.

Looking at the guard, the man grimaced. These people were trained and armed, they wore desert camo under utility vests with bulletproof plates covering vital areas under the ammo pouches. They also had some ammo pouches and a holster on their legs while carrying strange looking pistols that reminded him of an air gun.

Sneaking behind the guard, the man wrapped his arms around his neck and mouth, stifling any sounds that the guard tried to make as he choked.

It took six to ten seconds for a person to be knocked out from a correctly preformed choke-hold, putting pressure on the correct artery in the neck restricted blood flow to the brain and caused a person to black out.

As the guard slowly stopped struggling, the man dropped him to the floor and picked up the pistol that the guard had been carrying before pulling back the slide and finding that it wasn't loaded with standard bullets, but a strange plastic tube with a needle at the end.

Letting the slide go, he returned to the door and slowly opened it before moving through and sneaking up to the other guard, who was checking a panel on the wall.

One quick pull of the trigger and a dart was shot into the second guards neck, making him slap it like something had stung him before falling to the ground.

-X-

"Alright Harold… that's enough,"

The man looked to a set of large screens as they flashed to show a dark skinned man with graying hair dressed in a black long sleeved shirt with a small headset in his ear.

"That's enough?" he repeated with a frown as the man turned and backed away, moving back so that his picture didn't take up so much space and was in better focus. "I think that's my line. What the hell is going on, why did you drug me?"

"We need to keep the location of this facility confidential." the man shrugged, "Especially if you got kidnapped and… questioned,"

Harold shrugged, "It wouldn't be the first time and I don't talk, which you should already know from my record,"

The man on the screen started typing on a console to his right, "Fair enough."

Harold's eyes narrowed, "You did read my file… I assume you did your homework."

"To me it's just a lot of numbers and papers. So why don't you and me talk for a bit instead alright? I'll form my own opinions."

"So this is all part of the orientation?" he asked the man.

"Yeah, I'm gonna ask you some questions, run you through some more tests, then you and I can talk, face to face… that make you feel better Harry? Mind if I call you that"

"You should already have everything you need, all I need is a weapon and a target…"

-X-

"And so here we are Leland," Harry smirked while holding a FN FiveseveN pistol in his hand.

"Do you have the data?"

He nodded and handed him a small stack of disks, "Here it is, keep it safe, or not depending on how you want to use it." he said while watching the man place them into this inner pocket.

After their talk, the man offered him a job working with him. Harry accepted. Leland had him kill all personal for the organization and gather all the information and files they had back up on their mainframe.

"I'm still debating that part," Leland mused, "I think it'll depend on what happens in the next few hours." The business man turned and began walking towards the boat that they would use to escape. "So if there's nothing else, shall we?"

Harry looked at the man as he walked away, "Here's the thing Leland… I don't really need you anymore," he stated, which brought the man to a halt

"Oh- and how do you figure that?"

Walking around the man Harry had a devilish smirk on his face, "I traveled all over the world to stop you, you think that I didn't make a network of my own? I have Surkov in Moscow, Shaheed and Al-Samad- they may not like me but both are willing to do business me. I got one of the highest ranking officers in the Chinese Secret Police on my side, Steven Heck… SIE, G22, the White Oak Mountain Triad… I can make my on Organization, then I can make the world anyway I want,"

Leland looked away, "I see. So… you're going to kill me then?"

"Yeah… I think I enjoy being a free agent. But I need you out of the picture, for peace of mind," he told the man before slowly walking towards the boat.

"Indeed," Leland muttered, "Not really surprising but, well you did already give me the evidence."

Harry turned and smirked, "I did?" he chuckled which made the man frown, "I thought I gave you one of my mines."

"What!" Leland gasped as a high-pitched whining noise came from his inside pocket.

The bomb exploded, sending the man flying into the cement wall and down into the water, leaving a bloodstain on the wall as his lifeless husk sunk into the depths.

"Terrible last words." Harry said while shaking his head back and forth, "See you Leland, you taught me a lot. And trust me, I'm going to put it to good use."

-X-

Along with the rise in mob violence in Moscow, Russia and her neighbors have experienced a sudden surge in gorilla activity in the former Soviet states. Heavily armed mercenaries, equipped through black market ties to the Russian Mafia, have attacked both military and civilian targets along the Russian border.

A series of coordinated bombings in the west band have left hundreds dead earlier today in an attack carried out by the Al-Samad terror network. In a video statement claiming credit for the attack, Al-Samad leader Ali Shaheed said that these attacks would continue until Al-Samad's demands were met, demands which include the complete pull-out of American troops from the entirety of the Islamic world. The attacks were carried out using a sophisticated new gel, originally developed for the US army core of engineers to clear mountain paths and demolish bridges. The gel is largely undetectable to current generation bomb sniffers and even dogs will have to be retrained to identify the explosive. Annalists predict that if terrorist organizations like Al-Samad have acquired large quantities of this weapon, they could conceivably attack high security targets with impunity at least in till updated security measures can be implemented.

The Mid-East unity conference has been postponed indifferently in the wake of this tragedy. Thousands line the streets of Rome today for the Funeral of Madison St. James, the young woman killed during the failed bombing attempt in the Roman Museum of Natural History. Ms. St. James has become celebrated among personates of stronger government anti-terror legislation since her death and her funeral at times resembled a political rally. In the United States, Senator Darcy purposed Madison's Law, a sweeping bill some have likened to a new patriot act in response to the tragedy. As Ms. St. James had no known family, Senator Darcy personally paid for her funeral here in Rome.

Uncertainty still grips Taiwan after the failed assassination attempt-

Hitting the power button on the remote to his TV, Harry laid back on his couch and huffed, unable to listen to the world news any more as he held a black headband with white dots all over it. Madison… he was their when she died, shot in the back by Conrad Marburg, a man he had the pleasure of slowly choking to death back on the Island.

Madison was a beautiful young woman dying in his arms at the young age of 25. She had originally contacted him while trying to warn him that his life was in danger, having found contracts ordering his death in her boss, Conrad's office.

He had only knew her for a couple of weeks, but those days together meant the world to him as they seemed to fall in love, sharing one night together before Marburg managed to find the safe house while he was gone and kidnapped her to use in case he showed up to stop him from setting the bombs off, which he did.

Several E-mail intercepts and documents found pointed that Marburg didn't want Madison harmed, going as far as to threaten the lives of any man who tried to do anything unsavory to her. Armed with this knowledge, he ran for the bombs knowing that Marburg was bluffing about having his men execute her.

He had only been half right.

With the bombs defused, Marburg confronted him saying that he wasn't expecting things to happen like this, that they had been counting on him running to save Madison's life. Then he shot her.

When she died in his arms he went into a rage, drawing his assault rifle and killing the guards as Marburg leapt behind a statue for cover. In the resulting firefight, Marburg called for backup from his team and in the insuring chaos, managed to slip away.

Harry set the headband down carefully next to him on the coffee table and leaned back while planning out his next move. Leland planned to start another cold war to profit from with his worldwide military contracts that he gained from various countries and groups, something that he successfully put a stop to over the past three months. But now he had all the data, the connections, files upon files of various governments dirty little secrets, and he had to will to use it.

His laptop laying on the far end of the couch buzzed, which only happened when he had an urgent message. Grabbing it, he lifted the screen and clicked on the icon, only to come up with a CIA E-mail intercept from the outpost he had bugged in the past three months.

He opened it to find a older picture of his emotionless face staring at him with a paragraph underneath

Freelance Agent Harold Evan Black, has eluded capture and his current whereabouts are as of now, unknown. He should be considered extremely dangerous. Subject has access to numerous safe houses and processes intelligence that make him a force to be reckoned with.

Agent Black is wanted for questioning for his involvement in recent events including the attack on suspected Russian Mafia leader, Konstantin Brayko's mansion, the failed assassination attempt of Taipei President Ronald Sung, and the failed bombing in Rome. Black is not suspected of being a terrorist or assassin, as what information that has been uncovered points to him being a direct cause for the failure of both terrorist acts.

The only person who really knew about him in the CIA was a Mina Tang, his handler from the Organization. He had found out that she had set him up for the whole mission where he got burned and declared a rouge agent but had it not been for her helping him afterward he would've shot her, instead, he opted for leaving her at the hidden base and threatening her life should she follow him. His last words to her had been for her to tell her bosses to leave him alone and stay out of his way. He guessed that some people just didn't get the hint.

Using the untraceable HUB connection of his safe house, Harry used the bug on the CIA listening post to hack into a random agents Email before sending one to an address he knew that Mina checked often.

I thought that I said for you CIA agents to leave me alone, was I not clear enough with you last time?

-Black-

He sent it and erased the draft that was saved to the sent folder and exited out of the random agents Email, knowing that the longer he stayed the more of a chance that said agent may check his mail and find his account being hacked.

-Bleep-

Mina must've been on her computer, as she had sent him a email to his untraceable inbox.

Harry,

You know I don't have control over what my Bosses do, they want you brought in and questioned. Why don't you just come in, you'd be a hero

-Mina-

Harry didn't waste any time and typed a reply.

I know you have no control over what they do and tell them this, I have more than enough information from our previous employers servers, more than enough dirty laundry on the CIA to bury them. It'll be the bay of pigs all over again. I know some Russians that would love to know what I know and I am not above sending them a complete list of names of active spies in their borders. Or maybe I could send the location of CIA stash houses to known terrorist groups, you know that I have a good relationship with Shaheed and his group.

And don't try to bullshit me, you were my handler for those missions in Moscow, Rome, and Taipei. You know all about those missions so you can easily tell them what happened. Also, you said that I'd be a hero? Heh, the moment I finish saying what happened I know where I'd end up, some CIA prison because we both know that I'd refuse to work for them and they don't like that I know what I do.

-Black-

Harry,

You know I wouldn't let them do that to you,

-Mina-

Harry frowned.

Do. Not. Lie. To. Me.

You kept the fact that you were using me hidden, I had to find out for Leland of all people that you weren't telling me the truth and then had to force you to tell me at gunpoint. My former life was ruined, I'm on the run from now on while your at home relaxed. You betrayed me once and I won't allow it to happen again, I only let you live because of what happened before I turned my self in to the Organization.

That was the only reason I let you live. You dodged that bullet but I swear, if you ever try to find me, if I ever see you again, I wont hesitate to put a bullet in you.

-Black-

Harry frowned and sent the message, opening up his security toolbar and blocking her name. He was finished with her.

-X-

In Washington DC, Mina Tang sat on her bed with her laptop and typed out a reply. Honestly, she wasn't shocked that Harry was pissed at her, she had accentually helped ruin his name and kept the fact from him the whole time. But she accepted it with a heavy cracked heart. He may hate her but he had to know something. Three months ago, a few days before he destroyed the Organization and left her on that island, they had met up at a safe house and had sex. He needed to know something.

She finished the message and clicked send, only for a smaller screen to pop up saying that the message was unable to be sent, as the receiver had blocker her from sending mail to him.

A tear rolled down her cheek and she began to cry knowing that he had shut her out of his life. Closing the laptop, she laid down and held her stomach, feeling the growing bump as ran her hand over it while thinking back to when she first found out that she was pregnant, instantly knowing that it was Harry's child.

-X-

Five years later…

"Sir, the reports from Miami have come in, it seems that Carla is having trouble bringing in our little project."

Sitting at the head of a long conference table dressed in an expensive suit, Harry looked to the man who spoke with his hands clasped together and elbows on the surface while the few other people looked at each other then to their boss.

"I knew we should've never sent Carla in alone," groused a man with a thick Russian accent, "I've read her report and she reminds me of Brayko, young and foolish."

"Surkov…" Harry spoke after a moment, "Carla has proven herself in the past… although I must admit that maybe sending her was a mistake on my part but I would appreciate it if you either contribute an answer to the problem, or shut the hell up."

The older Russian man leaned back muttering an apology.

"Ok," Harry started while leaning up, "In regards to our little project, I want to send someone to make sure Carla get's the job done…"

An older balding man wearing glasses leaned forward, "I can have a team of my men sent there and in position by the end of the week Harold," standing behind the old man was a young woman wearing a hoodie, openly wearing a pair of stub nose revolvers in her belt.

"With all due respect Albatross," Harry replied, "A squad of G22 soldiers isn't what I had in mind… I was thinking of a someone who would scare Carla into hurrying and doing things right."

"You mean that lunatic Steven Heck!" Surkov demanded in shock, making Harry shoot him a sour look.

"Heck? I said scare her, not destroy half of Miami," he snipped, "SIE is finishing a contract in Canada, have her and her team sent to Miami for this. Oh and tell her not to be gentle with this Carla must learn a lesson here."

The business man who was still holding the report nodded, "At once sir."

"Good, now gentlemen, I believe that is all. Transportation has been arranged to return you to your home and or base."

-X-

Two days later…

In a business office in Miami, a group of seemingly random looking men and women stood in a meeting room, watching as their boss, Carla Baxter, was getting yelled at by a scary German lady wearing Camouflaged pants and a white tank top with the top of her red bra showing.

Several of them winced as they saw the woman slap Carla then punch her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her and sending her to her knees.

"Carla Dah-ling," SIE cooed down to the younger woman in her germen voice, "You have upset the shark in the fish tank, our boss is upset with you. You couldn't bring in one little American Spy?"

Carla, and everyone else, winced and grimaced as SIE grabbed the brown and blond hair of the younger woman and pulled her up to her feet. "I must say… I'm ashamed of you,"

"He's… resourceful," she hissed in pain.

"And so are we," SIE shot back, before looking at the others that were watching, "Get to work, or do you wish to end up like this?"

Most scrambled out while others tried to appear calm, walking out of the room as they got the point that SIE was the one who was the boss of Carla. Carla was a scary woman on her own, but this German was one terrifying bitch.

"Carla, Carla, Carla…" SIE cooed while still holding the woman's hair, "I thought I taught you better than this… you were such a good student, it would seem that you need to learn some more,"

Carla winced as she was pulled towards the door and never heard the door lock. Next thing she knew, she was pushed up against the table and SIE was groping her ass.

SIE smirked at the younger woman, "Let us review Dah-ling, see if you remember what we taught you before."

To be continued…

-X-

This story is a crossover between Harry Potter, Burn Notice, and the game Alpha Protocol.

Alpha Protocol is a Espionage RPG game that in my opinion, beats the hell out of Mass Effect as it's cut scene system is nearly a perfect copy as you choose how you want to reply or act. Meaning that you can choose to talk your way out or pull a gun in mid conversation and assassinate them. Look. It. Up. That game is kick ass.

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Tell me what you think so I know if I need to continue, also, I'm still going to update the other story it's just that I wanted to write a version where Harry is the bad guy.