"Two targets, level six. They already cost me Zola. I want confirmed death in ten hours."
Two targets. Level six. Confirmed death in ten hours.
First target: white male.
Second target: white female.
Attack them in their car. Disable it. Shoot grenade launcher.
First target shot off bridge. Not eliminated.
Second target evades. Shoot grenade launcher.
Second target shot off bridge. Not eliminated.
Second target shoots goggles. Return fire. Pursue on foot.
Second target hidden behind a car. Roll a grenade toward her.
Second target attempts strangulation. Throw her away. She disables the arm for a few seconds.
Shoot second target. Almost eliminated.
First target is back. Shoot him. He evades. Switch to backup Skorpion. He kicks it away. Switch to hand-to-hand with knife. Slash, stab, block, punch.
Having trouble eliminating first target.
First target disables arm. Am thrown through the air. Mask is off. Not part of plan.
"Bucky?"
Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Bucky. Who?
Blue eyes. A flash of blond hair.
What-
"Who the hell is Bucky?"
Mission. Switch to backup Derringer. Shoot first target.
Interrupted by unknown male with wing pack. Shoot again. Interrupted by second target with grenade launcher.
Disappear.
Mission failed.
***
Memories. So many. Too many. Falling. Dragging. Doctors. Faces. Freezing.
"Mission report."
Blue eyes.
"Mission report, now."
Delicate hands.
Slapped.
"The man on the bridge."
Neat blond hair.
St-
"Who was he?"
"You met him earlier this week on another assignment."
Blue eyes, blond hair, a radiant smile.
