Agent Crimson, 1 - 1

The Dreams are always the same.
An explosion.
Pain. The smell of Blood.
A part of him felt these were memories. He was not sure.
The dream would black out after that.
Then the sound of Machine Gun Fire.
A man speaking in German. A shadow of a Nazi general.
Darkness again.
More gun fire. Another mans voice.
"What's your name kid?" What's your name? the sound echoed.
He told the voice he couldn't remember.


He woke up. Cold sweat. Like it was a nightmare. But he was not sure if he would call it that. He shook it off. It was dark. No windows in his room. He didn't need the lights on. He heard a ringing sound. A digital ringing sound. He took out a small white hearing aid like device from on top of his drawer next to his bedside. Choosing not to turn the lamp on. He placed it in his ear and pushed on the outer rubber nub on the hearing peace which was a button to the device underneath. " Yeah?" he said aloud speaking to the small microphone.

" The general wants you in the meeting room" A female voice said through the device. The man groaned "You know I'm supposed to have the week off  Katherine" he said rubbing his eyelids with thumb and index fingers trying to wake up.

She responded  " I'm sorry but this is urgent. Also you know we can't call each other by our names via com-link".

The man chuckled " Well since these things are direct and supposedly untraceable, and un-hack able might I add, I wouldn't think it a big deal. Also its not like I can have a cell phone. You never got back to me about our date."

She made a sort of growling sound. " Look, could you just get your ass to the meeting room. Again 'URGENT'!" The device made a chirp sound to end transmission. He sighed. He turned on the lamp. His eyes burned from the light. His eyes closed. He brushed a hand through his short black hair. Looks like he better get dressed. Don't want to leave the room bare ass naked. He started putting his underwear on. Urgent. That's a word he hasn't heard for a while. This one must be big. He hasn't had a big assignment in a while. Hence the week off. He wanted to try to get some good sleep without the nightmares. But they keep coming back. Hes not sure why he has been having them for the last month. Maybe he should be checked. He shrugged it off as he got dressed.

White Heaven, More like hell. A base placed underground. Funded by the American government where Code named operatives are briefed in secret to counter attack larger terrorist parties. Many American Society has never heard of. For good reason. The less they knew about the threats the better. Many agents go to and fro in this place making it full of noise, mostly arguments. Most of the big ones have been cleaned up. They just are grumbling over payment plans usually. But not today. Today something else is going on. All the rooms in this place are white. Ceiling, Floor, Walls. Everything. The place glowed white. to go with the name. But down there it just seemed closer to a firey inferno. The top agents along with General Strom sat in the Meeting room. The glass thick enough to keep sound leaving the room or entering.

General Calvin Strom, a man of age 56 and balding. Only a grey patch of hair remained on each side of his head. His blue eyes surveyed the room. Standing quietly. As if waiting for someone.

"So..." Strom began. " Thank you all for coming. As you know we have intercepted a call about a get together for an organized criminal underground group called the Wolves, They have been selling  to the black market for years. This time Chemicals. What are these chemicals? We do not know. What we do know is that the buyer is from France. A man named Demetri Francis. Now...we have sent a few agents already to learn more about this man. They have all been killed in action. Whatever reason this Frenchmen wants these chemicals it is obvious he knows about our organization by now and we still know almost nothing about him. Because we have lost a few already and the chance that we might have been discovered by a threat, Possibly a biological threat depending the contents of these particular chemicals, I have no choice but to call in our best agent."

The door too the room opens. All look too the door. Their eyes wide. A man stood at the arch way. His hair short and black. He wore all black. His skin Caucasian. He appeared in his early 30s or late 20s. His eyes, Red. Red like blood. " Ah. We where just talking about you...Agent Crimson."

The Briefing was over. General Strom and Agent Crimson where now alone in a separate room also sound isolated.

" So General. The Wolves are selling again?"

" Yes. I thought they would have stopped by now. But it seems they came back after this new buyer. This Demetri is a rich basterd I'll tell you that."

" Is he the same Demetri from the Paris incident? "

" He might be. If I recall correctly that's the one guy you let go"

" He told me what I needed to know. I didn't see him as a threat back then. Looks like I was wrong. Do we know what group he's connected with?"

" How do you know he's connected?"

" That man was a low life when I let him go. He knew only a little at the time and had no connections with his boss. Fortunately it was enough and I had no reason to kill him then. I do not know how he could have connections now. It Has not even been a year."

The general tapped his fingers on the table " Well I already said what we knew about him Crimson. Your going to have to be the one to figure out the rest for us"

Crimson began reading the papers in the file.

" This is the location?"

" it is"

He continued flipping through the papers.

" This is at some sort of Club Building?"

" Yes, Demetri owns the place. The wolves will be there too"

" Its huge"

" Yes it is"

"Cameras everywhere?"

" Yes"

He continued flipping through the papers. His gaze hardened.

" heavy on guards?"

" Yeah. Demetri's expecting one of our own I'm sure of it"

Crimson looked to the general

" Capture mission?"

General Strom shook his head

" Assassination"

Crimson looked back to the papers coldly.

" Assassination?"

" Yes. He can't be allowed to live. Interrogate him only during mission. Question him as much as you can. Then execute."

"Alright"

He continued reading. He stopped.

" There's a party going on?"

" Yes. Seems he offered an 'everyone's invited' deal to a bunch of teens while doing the drop off of the chemicals at the lower levels. Id advise on stopping any transfers down there if possible before taking Demetri out."

" A lot of people. Innocent Civilians"

" My guess is he is expecting you out of all of us at this point." Crimson Closed the file. " Looks like I'm going to a party"

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The air was cold. Techno music echoed into the night. A huge building stood by itself in the middle of nowhere.

Two guards wearing all white camouflage with a wolf symbol upon the right side of the chest stood watch in front of the gates. They began speaking in Russian.

" Kloskaf has not called back." One said to the other. " I know. He was assigned to the woods. Better check on him" The other said back. Nodding the first guard reached into his uniform pocket and called using the walkey talky.

" Kloskaf? Kloskaf you have not reported in an hour. Report!" They heard gagging. " Kloskaf?!!" Nothing but sound of gagging. Then the radio shut off. " KLOSKAF!!"

In the woods, A man laid in the snow. His eyes open in horror. His entrails where ripped from his stomach and hanged from both sides of his belly. Blood stained his white uniform and reddened the snow around him. He continued trying to gasp for air. But to no avail. At last sweet death took him. All faded to black from his sight. He was dead.

A man wearing all red kneeled at his side. Red tight pants, red gloves, Red body armor, and a red bandanna. A digital ringing sound came within his ear that only he can hear. He pushed the outer white rubber button.
" So you interrogated him?" A female voice on the other end said. The man responded coldly " You should know that. You guys have a small camera attached to my optic nerves remember?"
" Why do you use knifes all the time?"
" Its complicated. Besides I'm better with knifes. Not Guns."
" That doesn't stop you during a mission"
" Sometimes I improvise. I'm going to shut off communication for a while. I'm going to need things quiet."
" Call me back when you need advice? We did send you some new devices to help you this time. And I know you haven't read the manual as always"
" heh, Maybe I just like the sound of your voice?"
" Funny. Don't get hurt this time if you can"
" I'll try not to"

The chirp sound ended the transmission.
Crimson sighed. He pulled out a cigarette and lighter and began smoking. A memory of a dream seeped into his mind " Why are your eyes red son?" He exhaled. Remembering in the dream the answer he gave.

" I don't know...I can't remember"

to be continued...