Secret Agent Bark

CHAPTER 1

  Near the edge of the Yukon and Alaska border loomed a tall mountain, Mount Saint Elias. A mountain famed for its steep slopes which made snowboarding exciting.

  Few meters away from the base of the mountain, the famous Akilarbar snowboarding contest was being held. Competitors from all over the world were getting their snowboarding gear ready to conquer the dangerous but thrilling slopes of the mountain.

  High up on the mountain, unknown to the merry snowboarders and delighted audience, fifteen men trekked through the steep deadly slopes of the mountains were life was prominent.

  They wore white fatigue to blend in with the thick white snow. All these men were armed to the teeth.

  Their leader bore the code name Alpha-9. He was once a Navy sailor for about five years till he went rouge, he became a hired assassin, a mastermind known for making assassinations look like accidents.

  The soldiers he was paid to command were killing machines, some of them were wanted in more than ten states. Each of them skilled in operating different weapons. These collective group of assassins had worked together at different times and in different places.

  On the other side of the mountain was a secret military base hidden from the eyes of many until they were exposed by some unknown source. Only a few journalists were allowed into the thick concrete wall of the building and were only allowed to look at places where the high tech military weapons were not located.

 Their orders from the High command was to plant a bomb on the mountain which will cause a landslide drawing the soldiers in the military base to the site to search and rescue people trapped under the thick snow since they have recently been rescuing people in landslides, thereby reducing the number of armed soldiers they would have to deal with, but first, the assassins had to find a spot where there was enough snow to cause a landslide.

    Alpha-9 examined his surroundings, scattered vegetation surrounded the assassins on both sides of the track, he signaled to the others to stop. He bent down and picked a handful of snow in his gloved palm. This will do.

  "All right, let's get that bomb ticking," He said. A-Bomb disposal technician walked towards the spot where Alpha-9 stood lunging a heavy bag that contained the bomb. He opened the bag and got to work,connecting and twisting wires.

  Minutes later, a gunshot rang in the air, and sparks flew off an assassin's helmet as he dropped to the ground. "Who shot him?" Alpha-9 asked, all the assassins looked confused, they too were looking for where the bullet came from."Perimeter sweep!" Alpha-9 ordered, "And radio in if you found anything."

  Alpha-9 rushed towards the fallen soldier and checked his vitals, no pulse. He looked at his helmet where he saw the sparks come from. There was a strange bullet hole that looked as if someone had melted open a small circle in the helmet.

  Alpha-9 removed the helmet and saw a large cut on the side of the soldier's head where blood flowed profusely. The leader studied the dead assassins head closely, there is no bullet in his head. Alpha-9 thought.

  Whoever shot him did not use an ordinary gun or bullet but something different, something strange.

    The technician stood up from the bomb and walked over to Alpha-9, "the bomb is ready, we only have seven minutes to get away as far as possible before the bomb explodes." The technician paused, "I set the bomb at max strength."

  "Good enough."

 "We should better get going though before the bomb explodes, we would not want to get caught up in the snow," The technician said. Alpha-9 was just about to tell the technician to pause the countdown when a strange-looking bullet flew straight to the technician, right in front of Alpha-9's eyes.                  
   
  The bomb technician fell to the white snow, his body made a loud thudding sound, he gurgled and spat at blood until he and the snow where covered in red