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Xavier had been monitoring the computer system for the last three hours of his shift with nothing but a cup of coffee and a magazine to keep him company. The screen suddenly beeped signaling an incoming message from ADA Director Westlake.
"Morning director" Xavier said formally.
"We have urgent business Cross" the director said using Xavier's last name.
"What's going on now?"
Several images appeared on the screen of a dead man with "No 1 XX P.S." painted on his chest..."recognize it" Robert Westlake asked?
"Philippe Sanchez" Xavier Cross began "but that's impossible he's..."
"Dead" the director finished "at least that's what it says in our files."
"Maybe a copycat" Cross added thoughtfully.
"We don't think so" Westlake shook his head "assemble your team. We need you in Chicago in three hours."
"Chicago? But Sanchez is a Brazilian drug lord, why would he be in Chicago?"
"That's what you need to find out." with that the director signed off.
Xavier's mind raced back to his last mission as a Marine. It seemed ages ago...
Xavier was dropped in the middle of the Amazon jungle with nothing but a survival knife and a sniper rifle. He had managed to sneak past Sanchez's perimeter guards and hole up inside a warehouse.
As he hid behind several crates filled with drugs he waited for the moment he knew would come. And finally it did. Philippe Sanchez entered the warehouse with another man, a client perhaps?
The two men inspected the crates on the opposite end of the warehouse while Xavier brought the rifle to his shoulder. He could easily kill Sanchez from this short distance of fifty yards without the scope but he wanted there to be no mistake so he sighted the man in the cross hairs.
As the two men continued to talk in Portuguese, Cross steadied his breathing and pulled back the bolt of the rifle chambering a round. Then he squeezed the trigger and a silenced bullet sped from the barrel.
It struck Sanchez in the back of the head with such force the drug lord toppled into the crate he was inspecting. Before the other man could zero in on where the shot came from Xavier was already moving.
He had dropped the rifle the moment he squeezed the trigger and was now racing toward the client, closing the distance quickly. As he did so he kept behind the crates using them for cover and he slipped the knife from his belt.
Xavier saw the other man reach for his handgun but it was too late. Cross was on him then, the knife buried up to the hilt the other man's neck.
Cross then headed for a predetermined exit route and hit the cover of the trees running hard. Soon he heard the shouts of alarm from the guards as they discovered the bodies. Then the barking of dogs as they were released to track him.
He knew he had to make it to his evac point before the hounds caught him or he would never leave the jungle.
Cross snapped out of his memory "I killed him, I know I did. So how is he alive?"
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