The Start

Chapter 1

Fear spread across the county, there was a war brewing. The government tried to calm everyone, telling us that there was nothing to worry about, that they were working on an alternative to our natural resources. I knew better, I think we all knew better. People wanted to believe that they were going to be okay, that there lives didn’t have to change and they could keep living there self destructive life styles. At first people thought that maybe China or Russia would invade and try to claim what little resources we had left as there own. The fact was that they were all working with us. We all wanted to survive and if that meant setting aside our differences then so be it. The biggest threat we faced was much worse. Riots began to break out across the world. Cities fell into chaos, law and order was no match for the peoples anger and rage. In the mitts of all of this one group rose above all else. They called them selfs “The Wolf Pack”. Lead by a man know only as The Black Wolf. They took a foot hold in cities across the globe. First was New York, Then Moscow, Beijing, Caracas. One by one as a city fell to the people The Wolf Pack would take control.

On April 28, 2020 I got the call. They were reactivating my old unit, Unit 55-A Special ops. Technically we never existed, we were a joint effort of all “Superpower” Countries to help stop terrorist attacks around the world. An hour after I got the call there was a knock on my door.

“ Mister Allan Caine?” Said the man, he was a well built man with a shaved head and was wearing a black suit and sunglasses.

“ I’m assuming your my escort to the rondevu?” I replied

“Yes, sir. I’m Agent Drago with the secret service. Please follow me”

I grabbed my bag and followed him out the door. There were three black SUV’s parked in a line out side my house, each one had another agent standing next to the doors. Agent Drago opened the back door of the middle car and gestured for me to get in.

“Its been a long time scenes I’ve had to be escorted anywhere.” I said as Drago sat down in the driver seat. “Where is it that were going.”

“I’m sorry sir, but I’m not allowed to say.” He replied in a calm voice.

The rest of the ride was quiet. I watched out the window as we drove, In the city protesters were lining the streets. Swat and national guard were trying to keep them at bay, I could only guess for how long before a riot would breakout here. Out side of the city was quiet, I don’t think we passed another vehicle, not surprising well most people were protesting, thous that weren’t were hiding in there homes afraid to be caught in the cross fire if something were to happen. About ten miles out of the city we pulled off the paved road and on to a long dirt driveway. I could see up ahead what I assume used to be an old warehouse, maybe a barn. There were several agents surrounding the place as we approached. The car in front and behind us pulled away and drove to the back of the building, well we drove in through the doors. They quickly shut behind us as soon as they did another agent opened my door.

“Always the last to arrive, I guess somethings never change.” I looked up to see who was talking. Leaning up against the front of the car was none other the Alice Vasiliev, she’s a petite woman 5’5” maybe 120lbs, with long black hair, and a noise slightly pointed up. Top that with the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen and you’d think she was the perfect woman. I guess thats what made her so good at what she did. Before we meet Alice work counter intelligence for the Russians. She was highly trained in the art of espionage and one of the deadliest assassins to ever live.

“Hello Alice, Its been along time.” I said

“Yes, and unfortunately we have no time for pleasantries, the others are ready to be briefed we were just waiting on you.” she replied.

We walked down a set of stairs on the far corner of the building down bellow was a metal door, no windows no knob. Agent Drago swiped his card witch opened the door for us. In side the room was the rest of my old team all sitting around a long table. Closest to me was Abu Bakar, an African native and former hit man for one of the cartels He stands about 6’8” and weighs close to 300lbs of pure muscle. Across from him was Ashly Dain, Masada spy she is about 5’ tall and only ways about about 100lbs but shes the only person I ever met that has managed to make a man talk during an interrogation without even having to speak. At the end of the table was the man known only as the “Ghost”. Hes the man in charge of all our operations. He never shows his face, always keeping it covered by a tactical mask. He has a shaved head covered in shake tattoos.

“Take a seat you two, we have a lot to discuss” The ghost said guesting at the chairs. “ I know you’ve all been out of the game for a few years now but I got a call from the oval office yesterday. The president wants us to take care of an issue thats come up.”

“And what dose this “issue” have to do with us?” Abu, asked sounding quite annoyed.

“We’ve revived Intel that the Wolf Pack has set up a surveillance post in Saint Petersburg. The Russians don’t have the resources or man power to take it out by them selfs and the United States dosnt want to spread there tropes too thin. So they want us to take it out.”

“And what happens if we refuse?” Ashly asked

“Then you don’t get paid.” The Ghost replied “Now if theres no other questions, Agent Drago will give you the files on the target. Your plane leaves in one hour.”