A snipers bullet whizzed by, barely two inches from my head. Had I waited just a half second longer, it would have gone into my brain. I took cover behind small shed and called in one of our snipers. I heard the faint sound of a distant high caliber sniper rifle going off. I peeked out and examined the window where the enemy sniper had been. He was no longer breathing. I advanced towards the house.
I'm Michael. I'm a wetworks agent who specializes in assault and combat missions. My average run of the mill mission is usually a hostage situation, where I go in and silently kill or disable the bad guys. As our agency kills relatively few people, I'm one of only a handful of agents who does these kind of missions.
The mission I was currently on was a capture and neutralize mission. We were to capture the house, which was a terrorist base in disguise, and neutralize any hostiles. I was authorized to kill any and all hostiles. This authorization was rare, as the agency I work for tends to extract information from hostiles and reprogram them. In this case however, it was better for these hostiles to be killed.
I withdrew my pistol, a well worn Colt 45, and entered the house. One of the hostiles spotted me. Before he could draw his gun, I put a bullet in his head. The noise of the gunshot drew a couple others into my line of fire. I neutralized them, then found some cover and waited. When nobody else came along, I advanced to the next room. I lobbed in a flash bang, then went in and took 2 more of them down. I backed out of the room and quickly reloaded.
The house was soon cleared of all hostiles. I gave the all clear, and several agents swooped in to gather intelligence and remove various weapons and equipment. We loaded the stuff into the van we had rented, and as soon as the clean up crew arrived, we got out of there.
We were on our way to a secret location to turn over the stuff we had taken. On our way there, I removed the bullets from my Colt 45 and examined it. Despite having been fired several times, the barrel was still very clean inside. The gun looks very worn on the outside, but I keep it in top mechanical shape. It's not the official gun that we assault agents use, but it's what I use. It fires special ammunition that I make myself.
The standard .45 ACP bullets are just a tad underpowered for my taste. They're okay for close range, but I've had instances where I've had to fire from ranges that a rifle would be better suited to. Sometimes the standard ammo won't penetrate enough to do the job. However, when I use my special bullets, they go into the head, almost every time.
Gun wear is another issue that pops up, especially when using high powered bullets. When I first got this gun, I had it dismantled, and all the parts were scanned by laser. Using something similar to a C&C machine, a small company produces exact copies of the critical mechanical components that make up my gun.
I must sound a tad crazy, going on and on about my pistol. However, I'm pretty fond of it because in my line of work, it's more then a firearm: It's an insurance policy.
We changed vehicles at the secret location and made our way to a small airport. From there, we rode back to headquarters in one of the agency's helicopters. Now that the mission was over, I thought about my other two passions. One is music, and the other is a woman named Chloe.
Chloe came into my life about a year ago. She was one of three girls rescued from a large sex slavery ring. When she came in, she was a wreck. Her mind and body were nearly destroyed. Her internal organs had some damage from a severe beating she had been given just before her rescue. When I first saw her, she gave me a look which clearly told me that she didn't want to live anymore... The next time I saw her, she had just undergone her initial programming. Her wounds had healed, and she didn't remember anything. That's when I agreed to take care of her.
Initially, I thought that I'd be taking care of some soulless robotic woman who had no unique personality traits. For the first week or so, she was indeed very robotic. However, as time progressed, she began to show a bit more humanness. It didn't take me long to become protective of her. Before long, I and made sure she wasn't sent out on any dangerous missions. The main reason for this was because she came close to failing combat and firearms training. I also discovered that she's somewhat mentally fragile. Something as stressful as combat would probably make her crack...
Eventually, we found a position for her that she became very good at. She's now a translator, one of the best our agency has so far. She's become fluent in many languages, and can speak them like a native. Having someone with this ability is very useful when dealing with foreign groups. Occasionally we've had her pretend to be a foreign person over the phone to secure information.
Translation wasn't the only thing she became good at. She's become a damn good cook. I actually had to increase my exercise regimen because of her cooking. A couple weeks ago she got into Italian food, which suits me fine as I happen to be half Italian. Last night, she made stuffed lobster, and it was about the best lobster I've ever eaten.
Under better circumstances, I'm certain that Chloe could become a chef, a great one at that. I've actually been trying to convince the higher ups to set up a cover for us as owners of a restaurant. However they won't do it, at least not yet. Programmed operatives are still too new, and there's still alot that they don't know. Alternately, I've debated about asking for "retirement", and just opening up a restaurant on our own, but Chloe has become so valuable as a translator that they wouldn't easily let her go... not that wetworks agents ever really retire...
Once I arrived at headquarters, I had a short meeting with my two partners. Then I headed for Chloe's quarters. Even before I got to the door, I could smell something delicious cooking. I went inside, and the place was filled with the pleasant aroma of food cooking. Chloe was standing in front of the stove. She turned her head and smiled at me.
"Hi Michael! We're having Orecchiette pasta with sausage and tomatoes, and some red wine to wash it down with. I hope you like it!" she said.
"Oh I'm sure I will. How about I put on some music?"
"Okay." she said.
I put a rather impressive sound system in Chloe's quarters. It's not some overblown system with giant speakers that pumps out 28,000 watts of wall shaking, pounding bass. No, it's a real sound system, and it plays music like it's meant to be played. I navigated my way through the digital menu until I found a song: Mitridate, re di Ponto, an opera written by the great Mozart himself. The song began to play at a gentle volume. I keep the volume set low most of the time, and tonight was no exception. I like to hear the music in the background, instead of having it drown out everything else.
Chloe finished preparing the meal. She poured a glass of wine for each of us, and we both sat down to try her latest recipe.
"Mmm, a tad spicy, but that's all right. It's very good." I said.
"Hee hee, I kinda like spicy stuff. It gives it a bit of a kick." she said.
I smiled at her, then took another bite. I leaned back and listened to the music, while my tongue tasted the mixed flavors of tomatoes, pasta, and that spicy Italian sausage. Me and Chloe have very similar likes and dislikes when it comes to food, including the occasional mild to moderately spicy dish.
After dinner, I noticed Chloe becoming just a bit tipsy from the wine. She wasn't falling down drunk, but drunk enough for me to notice. We went into the living room. She put her hand around my waist.
"I've been thinking about you all day. Thinking about your hands touching me... Thinking about them removing my shirt and unbuttoning my pants... Thinking about you fucking me..." she said.
Chloe's sexual libido is like that of a dog in heat. When she's not working, she is easily sexually aroused. I don't really mind it anymore. Regardless of her past, I love her and she loves me. I removed her shirt, then worked my way to her pants. Before unbuttoning them, I moved my hands to her buttocks and gave them a gentle squeeze. Then I unbuttoned her pants and slid them down past her knees. Her panties already had a small wet spot on them. I slid them down her legs, revealing her moist pussy.
The first time I did this, I was nervous. I wasn't too sexually experienced, and Chloe's past had weighed heavily on my mind. Now however, I kissed her while my fingers probed around her vaginal lips, slowly circling inward, until they penetrated. She moved her hips forward, which caused my fingers to go in a bit deeper. I continued to probe around, slowly opening her up and getting her ready. She soon gave me a subtle look that told me it was time. I pushed myself inside her and we began to make love.
It wasn't long before I came. I felt tired afterwards, but I had to stay focused. After Chloe had her orgasm, her eyes went blank and she almost fell. I quickly grabbed her and laid her on the couch. She had gone into one of her trances. I sat next to her and caressed her head while waiting for her to come out of it. I used to be apprehensive of these trances, but as time went on, I realized that they were an excellent window into the inner workings of her mind. She'll tell me things while in a trance that she otherwise wouldn't. It's really helped me in getting to know her better.
After a few minutes, she blinked, and the blank look went away as she came out of the trance. I bent down and gave her a kiss. We showered together and soon went to bed. Somehow her face ended up against my chest and my arm ended up around her waist. It was a reminder of how important we had become to each other.