Assassination Chapter 1 Operation: C.O.B.R.A Strike

Heyy everyone! Im so excited! This is the first chapter of my new story! Here's the basic plotline: Jack and Kim are spies for different organizations. When Jack is sent to assassinate Kim, can he do it? I would like to thank all of my readers who have read my other stories and have read my stories from the beginning. You are all amazing, and to the new readers of my stories, the same applies to you. Since I have nothing melse to say, i'll wrap this up. Make sure to follow my Twitter: KAD900, follow my Instagram: KAD900, my Keek: KAD900, and make sure to review this and tell me what you think! :) REVIEW!

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Jack's POV

"Jack Brewer to Consultation Room, Jack Brewer to Consultation Room over."

I deeply exhaled in annoyance as I opened my eyes, only for them to meet the ceiling fan.

Hesitantly I forced myself to my feet and walked over to my bathroom only a few paces away.

I quickly brushed my teeth as I changed into a pair of loose fitting pants and a plain black V-neck and brushed my hair.

After spitting out the remains of the toothpaste in my mouth, I swiftly exited the room and walked down the hall which was crowded with people working here.

Let me explain.

As you may know my name is Jack Brewer.

Just at the age of fifteen I became a top agent for the CIA.

First my karate sensei signs me up for a summer karate camp with my friends, and the next thing I knew, I was being recruited to join.

I wasn't really given an option considering my incredibly high scores on the tests they gave me and everyone else at the camp.

My friends Jerry, Eddie, and Milton were there with me when they told me the background info of their plan and why they wanted to enlist me.

The main reason I at first declined their offer was because of my friends in the first place.

They then informed me I had no option and threatened me that they would tell my parents that while at camp, I died in a mysterious explosion in the café, but if I agreed, they would discreetly tell my mother that I got accepted into an international academy.

They claimed to have told her it was to travel the world and learn as I visit new countries and foreign lands at the same time while really, I actually work as their mercenary to complete jobs for them.

Amazing story right?

In less than half a year, I've managed to become their best hired gun.

Anyways, let me get back to the present shall I?

I turned the corner at the end which led into a collection of doors leading to various places.

I strolled over to the door labeled Consultation Room and entered.

I quickly made my way to the unoccupied seat at the circular table in front of me.

There were a total of eight chairs and occupying the chair at the head of the table was the director of the CIA.

In the others lied the other head administrators and leading commanders.

"Welcome Jack. It's nice of you to join us."

Kim's POV

I quickly turned the corner out of the foyer and headed down a long, soundless hall.

As I made my to the end of the hall, I came to face with the locked door labeled Executive Director of Operations.

Without reluctance, I kicked down the door to reveal a hefty man with grey, combed back hair, a white wrinkled suit, with a black blazer on top, sitting in a large leather chair.

Without any hesitation, I hastily aimed my silenced automatic at him, then perfectly shot two bullets into his heart just after he stood up, alarmed from me breaking in his office.

From the force of the bullets, he fell backwards, out the window, and onto the concrete below.

After falling to the ground, the other door leading to this room immediately opened.

Two men in a security uniform took aim at me with their machine guns and began to fire at will.

I then rolled behind the desk of the now deceased director and took cover.

After thinking of a distraction, I shot the chandelier above the men, making it collapse on them.

As they bent down to cover themselves from the glass, I leaned against the wall and kicked the desk into them, launching them backwards into a table, breaking it easily.

After walking over to the knocked out guards who were now at my feet, I opened a nearby window and scoped the premises.

There was one guard on a balcony to my right, two total on the rooftop, and three on the ground.

Just as one walked out of view to the other members of security, I put a bullet in his head, killing him instantly.

After watching the guard on the balcony drop to the floor, I made my way outside onto the balcony the once living guard was at.

I looked at the rooftop and saw two lookouts scouting the area.

It only took onesingle bullet to bring one of them to the ground, and as the other lookout noticed the dead guard only feet away from him, he went to check him for a pulse.

Let's just say, he never had a chance to take a single step…

I then took out my mini gun and fired down, at an angle, aiming at the door to the premises.

Following the bullet, came a long cable that was attached to it.

I then secured the gun firmly and clipped my belt to the rope.

As gravity took over, I then glided down the cord and towards the door as one by one, I took the last remaining guards out.

I then jumped mid-air, off the cable and exited the gate.

Once the door shut, I tossed my gun to a nearby assistant as I made my way to my boss.

The assistant emptied the gun and put the blank bullets in a container to reuse later on.

I approached my boss as he slowly clapped, impressed written across his face as I smirked.

"Incredible job as always Crawford."

"Thanks boss."

"Since you did a great job in the simulation once again, I think you should go relax. Go to your room, unwind, and get some sleep. Just meet me in my office at 0900 sharp. I got another job for you."

Once I turned around, I rolled my eyes as I took made my way to my chamber.

After collapsing on the bed, I turned on the TV and watched random shows until darkness devoured me.

Jack's POV

"Yes Director?" I asked as I propped my feet up on the table and put my hands behind my head.

"The board and I have another mission for you."

"Of course. What is it this time?"

"We need you to assassinate a Kimberly Crawford, known as Kim Crawford."

He then slid a picture of a young blond in front of me, along with a file labeled in bold, red ink: Operation: C.O.B.R.A Strike on the cover.

She was nice and evenly tanned, had a slim figure, and chocolate brown eyes.

In the image of her, she was looking out probably into the distance as you could see what looked like a thick jungle behind her.

She was wearing khaki-colored skinny jeans with what seemed to be a white tank top and a khaki jacket on top.

Her hair was pulled back and you could see a black belt with all sorts of gadgets, fitted perfectly around her waist.

As I looked at her profile, it mentioned her having a third degree black belt, like me, speaking five different languages, minus English, including Chinese, Spanish, Italian, French, Russian, Latin, and even specializes in profiling and weapons combat.

This was one tough gi

"Why does she need to be assassinated?"

"Good question, she has been linked for some time now to an organization known as C.O.B.R.A. We believe she's been involved in several different killings, thefts, and so on. Here are some pictures our satellites picked up from different parts of the world."

One by one he handed me pictures, some blurry, some clear.

As he presented me the pictures, he told me where they were from.

The photos consisted of her being in Spain, the Dominican Republic, Zimbabwe, Bangladesh, you name it.

As I handed the photographs back to him, he continued on.

"Her most recent sighting was in Moscow, she slipped in unnoticed and managed to kill Vladimir Dragovich. Vladimir and C.O.B.R.A have had some connections to one another for a few years now, we believe since C.O.B.R.A is so consummate, he threatened in C.O.B.R.A in some way."

"Ok hold up, who is this C.O.B.R.A and why haven't you mentioned them before?"

"Well to summarize, C.O.B.R.A is basically an organization full of mercenaries and soldiers of fortune. Their clients specifically specialize in assassinations are paid largely to complete tasks, no matter the assignment. C.O.B.R.A itself stands for Commercial Organization of Business Renaissance Assassinations. The reason you haven't been informed of this before is because we've never been directly involved and/ or informed of their attacks until now. We have specific evidence thanks to a rebel fighter the United States' army apprehended."

"When do I leave?"

"You leave at 1900 sharp. We will be giving you the usual package of items for your assignment on the plane and we will be dropping you off in. You will be parachuting into Thailand."

With a nod of the head, he dismissed me and after withdrawing from the room, I went to get ready.

Even though I work for a government of agents who kill, steal, and so on, it's still hard for me to kill another human being.

Knowing my target's intel I doubt Kim will have any mercy if she seizes me.

Kim's POV

One minute I was watching TV, and the next, I was waking up to the sound of my annoying alarm clock.

Not wanting to get up from my slumber, I slammed my fist down onto the clock, shattering it instantly.

Honestly, I was still wiped out from my previous mission in Moscow where I had to eliminate a man named Dragovich.

I literally stayed up just over two nights and I really wanted some sleep.

As I noticed I was a bit warm, I flipped my pillow to the other side, as I mumbled out "Fan."

The combination of a cool pillow and the nice fan now spinning above me from my command was comforting and tranquil.

For once I could relax.

Just then there was a quick knock at the door.

Just my luck.

I unwillingly groaned before sitting upwards, rubbing the sleep from my eyes.

After standing up and taking a quick stretch, I yawned as I made my way to the door.

I opened it to see my boss himself, standing patiently outside my door.

"Yes sir?" I asked in slight annoyance as I yawned once again.

"Ok Kim, I know I've been sending you on a lot of missions lately, but I promise I'll give you a break after this one. You're my best agent and you deserve better."

"What is it?"

"It's an extermination. He's an American international entrepreneur known as Steve Henderson. He has been doing business with us for many, many years now…"

"So why do you want him dead?"

"He's threatened that he'll expose are base location to the United States government."

"Where?"

"Thailand."

"When can I see his file?"

"Right now, I came down here myself to ask you to join me for lunch so we can discuss it."

"Why so many execution missions lately?"

"Kim, we all know you're the best and you always get the job done. Ever since I found you when you were little, you've shown great potential."

"Yeah, yeah, you told me plenty of times… I'll meet you there in five."

We both then parted as I shut the door.

I quickly brushed my hair and teeth and threw on a pair of comfy sweats along with a tank top before heading out to lunch.

In minutes I made my way down to the mess hall and saw the boss waiting at a two person table with food already placed on both ends.

After sitting down in front of him, I quickly took a sip of the ice water in my glass, quenching the thirst.

Without mentioning a word, he handed me the file just after I set down the drink.

I opened it to first reveal a photo of an overweight, older aged man wearing a white dress shirt and suspenders.

He was surrounded by several guards, all from numerous distances.

He seemed to be in some sort of underprivileged set up of wooden, home-built stands where people, I assume, were selling things.

There were a lot of trees and he wore an expensive pair of sunglasses and clothes such as his shoes, that mostly of Italian leather.

He would stick out exactly for what he was, a rich man in an area of poverty.

This was gonna be easy.