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The mansion sat on the edge of a rocky cliff face overlooking a small cove and beach. It was the kind of place you saw in pictures advertising paradise but didn’t think existed. Its oval like structure and billowy palm trees gave it a tropical vibe. A gate ringed the outside perimeter merging with the rocky wall at the point of interception. The gates at the very front of the complex were golden and flanked by two soldiers carrying a pair of professional looking submachine guns.
At second glance the mansion didn’t look right. Why were there so many cameras for instance? And what looked like red lasers around the edges of some of the doors? And why did they need that many guards with weapons?!
That’s what Eckhart Stone was here to find out.
He slowly climbed down using the natural rock to make his descent. He was clad head to toe in camouflage designed to blend in with the rocky wall. He free hand climbed down the cliff pausing every so often when he thought he saw a guard’s eyes drifting upwards. When he moved it was quickly sometimes letting himself drop down instead of climbing.
Finally his feet touched the ground. He gave a sigh of relief and dropped down crouching as he took stock of where he was. Eckard found himself in a garden filled with lush fertile flowers of all shapes and sizes. A pair of guards were to his left talking to each other in soft Spanish. Their attention was diverted and so Eckard made his move quickly walking down the cobblestone path and to the entrance to the garden.
He dodged the camera positioned right at the entrance and started making his way through the home/ compound. The first thing he did was ditch his rock climbing suit for a simple black jump suit that fit his lean muscular body like a second skin. Once he was clothed appropriately he proceeded using his knowledge of the guards routes and the mansions layout to get him to his destination.
The suite.
It was overlooking the cliff offering a stunning view that he was sure made for a good sun rise/ sun set. The outside of the suite was tastefully decorated a mixture of golden and lavish things he could only imagine the cost to. The guards in this area were sparse either because his target wished them to stay away or because they thought they needed to protect the outer perimeter. Either way his path forward was clear and it hopefully so was his exit.
He reached for the door and chuckled when he realized it wasn’t even locked! He slowly eased the door open entering the foyer and locking it behind him. His hands went to the holster on his hip pulling out the compact Walther PKK gun he favored. He threaded the silencer through the barrel before he moved towards the bedroom.
If CIA was correct he would find his target a smuggler who only went by the code name Siren. He or she was responsible for the influx of guns and drugs currently moving through the world. Very little was known about the person except that they entered the scene two years ago and were gaining speed ever since. The rumor was the CIA (his boss) approached the organization to make a deal but they refused. That was enough to get on the CIA kill list and here Eckard was!
“It really is a shit business” He murmured to himself chuckling as he ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. His intense green eyes swept over the bedroom as he entered it. A four-poster bed was in the middle of the room with billowy white curtains hiding the occupant inside. He moved closer to the bed his step light. He slid the barrel of his gun through the gap in the curtains and gently pulled them away.
At second glance the mansion didn’t look right. Why were there so many cameras for instance? And what looked like red lasers around the edges of some of the doors? And why did they need that many guards with weapons?!
That’s what Eckhart Stone was here to find out.
He slowly climbed down using the natural rock to make his descent. He was clad head to toe in camouflage designed to blend in with the rocky wall. He free hand climbed down the cliff pausing every so often when he thought he saw a guard’s eyes drifting upwards. When he moved it was quickly sometimes letting himself drop down instead of climbing.
Finally his feet touched the ground. He gave a sigh of relief and dropped down crouching as he took stock of where he was. Eckard found himself in a garden filled with lush fertile flowers of all shapes and sizes. A pair of guards were to his left talking to each other in soft Spanish. Their attention was diverted and so Eckard made his move quickly walking down the cobblestone path and to the entrance to the garden.
He dodged the camera positioned right at the entrance and started making his way through the home/ compound. The first thing he did was ditch his rock climbing suit for a simple black jump suit that fit his lean muscular body like a second skin. Once he was clothed appropriately he proceeded using his knowledge of the guards routes and the mansions layout to get him to his destination.
The suite.
It was overlooking the cliff offering a stunning view that he was sure made for a good sun rise/ sun set. The outside of the suite was tastefully decorated a mixture of golden and lavish things he could only imagine the cost to. The guards in this area were sparse either because his target wished them to stay away or because they thought they needed to protect the outer perimeter. Either way his path forward was clear and it hopefully so was his exit.
He reached for the door and chuckled when he realized it wasn’t even locked! He slowly eased the door open entering the foyer and locking it behind him. His hands went to the holster on his hip pulling out the compact Walther PKK gun he favored. He threaded the silencer through the barrel before he moved towards the bedroom.
If CIA was correct he would find his target a smuggler who only went by the code name Siren. He or she was responsible for the influx of guns and drugs currently moving through the world. Very little was known about the person except that they entered the scene two years ago and were gaining speed ever since. The rumor was the CIA (his boss) approached the organization to make a deal but they refused. That was enough to get on the CIA kill list and here Eckard was!
“It really is a shit business” He murmured to himself chuckling as he ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. His intense green eyes swept over the bedroom as he entered it. A four-poster bed was in the middle of the room with billowy white curtains hiding the occupant inside. He moved closer to the bed his step light. He slid the barrel of his gun through the gap in the curtains and gently pulled them away.