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Topic: Beginning and End (04/16/09)
TITLE: Alpha and Omega – Episode One – The Phantom Unveiled
By Joshua Janoski
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The maleâ€™s voice crackled and popped inside her head as she exited the top stairwell door and stepped out onto the rooftop. One hundred stories off the ground, she was ready to complete her mission.
â€śAgent Omega, can you hear me? Are you in position?â€ť
She took the electronic transmitter out of her ear and scratched the inside of her lobe.
I must be allergic to tiny electronic devices. That or I am just allergic to the voice of my superiors. Yeah, thatâ€™s it.
She wiped the device off with a handkerchief and reinserted it into her ear. The manâ€™s tone grew brash as she continued to ignore him.
â€śAgent Omega, you better answer me right now! This is no time for playing games! Dmitri Volkanov will be exiting the hotel any minute, and you must be prepared to take him out!â€ť
She stepped near the edge of the rooftop, set down her silver briefcase, and bent down to open it up. Inside laid the pieces to a sniper rifle. The scope, action, barrel, and cartridge each sat perfectly in place on top of red velvet lining. She removed the pieces and assembled her weapon.
â€śAlright, Omega! If you wonâ€™t answer then I may have to abort this mission which could leave you and the agency compromised!â€ť
â€śI hear you, Alpha! Sheesh! Canâ€™t a girl work without being hounded by another agent hundreds of miles away?â€ť
An attitude like Omegaâ€™s wouldnâ€™t have normally been tolerated, but Omega knew she could get away with it when dealing with Alpha. James Dirk, a.k.a. Agent Alpha, had been given his name because he had been with the agency from the beginning. He was also in charge of scouting out new talent and giving agents their beginnings within the organization. Omega, a.k.a. Cheryl Hawkins, joined the agency when she was sixteen. She swiped Dirkâ€™s wallet while living as an orphan on the streets of London. Dirk caught up to her, retrieved his wallet, and offered her a job because of her amazing speed and accuracy. Having no better options, Cheryl trained to become an agent. James and Cheryl established a long history together, which included a whirlwind romance that ended sour. She was dubbed â€śOmegaâ€ť because her duties consisted of ending the lives of the agencyâ€™s enemies. She was an assassin, but she only killed those who could potentially harm many other people. At least thatâ€™s how she justified her actions.
â€śI donâ€™t need your attitude, Omega! I need your sniping skills! I will ask one last timeâ€¦Are you in position?â€ť
Omega took her gun and adjusted the scope. She peered down it with one open eye and aimed it towards the hotel entrance.
â€śIâ€™m ready Alpha, will fire on your signal.â€ť
Most missions had clear goals in mind. Whenever she pulled the trigger, she knew exactly why she was releasing a bullet. Weapons of mass destruction, drug trafficking, exploitation of little children, threats to the U.S. President or the Queen. They were all common reasons for her to be the omega of someoneâ€™s life. But this mission was different, very vague. Dmitri Volkanov had been dubbed â€śThe Phantomâ€ť by the agency, a mysterious figure supposedly into some kind of illegal underground activity that compromised international security. The dossier given to her during her briefing contained very few bits of useful information. Still, she stood crouched on one knee, her finger rested on the trigger and ready to obey the orders of her agent superior.
â€śYou should be seeing Dmitri and his entourage exiting the hotel right aboutâ€¦now.â€ť
Omega scouted the entrance with her scope. Two men, clad in pinstripe suits, exited the hotel, but neither matched the facial description given to her.
â€śDo you have a positive I.D. on the target, Omega?â€ť
â€śNegative, Alpha. I do not have a positive I.D. on Volkanov.â€ť
â€śKeep watching. Dmitri should appear at any moment.â€ť
Omega held her breath in anxious anticipation. Brief moments that felt like hours passedâ€¦
â€śAlpha, Dmitri is not here. Recommending that we abort missionâ€¦â€ť
The sound of the gun being cocked did not come from her earpiece. It came from directly behind her as she slowly set down her rifle and turned to face a man standing behind her, pointing the barrel of a silver pistol directly at her face.
â€śI told you I would arrive soon, my love.â€ť The man snickered.
â€śAlpha! James!â€ť she said shocked.
â€śPlease, call me by my other nameâ€¦Dmitriâ€¦Dmitri Volkanov.â€ť
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