Life in the Special Operations Unit, the military’s intelligence branch, was just that. Special. It took you to exotic locations, let you meet exotic people, let you use exotic weapons and gave your free reign to murder, maim and steal. It was the greatest career, exhilarating, dangerous and good medical coverage. As an inductee into the SOU, you never knew what you would be doing for an assignment. Some agents were outfitted with the most advanced augmentations, they had their all their limbs and a few internals switched out for machine parts, to the point of almost considering them non-human, these were bruisers, meant to kill large swaths of enemy and destroy top secret enemy projects. You then had the hotshot snipers, light, quick and nimble, they could pick off a targets over one thousand meters away with ease, any thing closer than that was dead meat. Last but not least, the infiltrators, they were given the minimum in augs, sometimes none at all. They would immediately set out to their target country and live there for years waiting to be called upon, they were the most dangerous, some went rouge. Rouges never lived much past the day they betrayed their nation. Other infiltrators carried out their missions, passing whatever secrets they found, no matter how small it was.
In a cabin not far from the target sat one of these infiltrators, her hair was a deep brown color, the same for her eyes, her clothes were typical of the fashion of upper middle class humans in Vekaiyu. For five years she had lived, breathed and ate Vekaiyun culture. She became a part of it naturally through training from SOU charm schools. SOU infiltrators were always picked from inductees who had a uncommon appreciation for another culture,they could emulate accents, speak other languages fluently and they were always naturally attractive. These things were necessary for their jobs as spies; societies always valued the attractive over the ugly, no matter how progressive. All of these things were true for her, she had been top of the class, the best of the best in the charm school.
Back in Allegheny she had a regular culturally Alleghenian name, after Charm School training for Vekaiyu, she had a Vekaiyun name, but the name itself was not important and neither was her past name. She had been living a farcical life for so long she had mostly forgotten her old name; all she could remember was that her first name was Emma and that was all she needed to remember. She stared at the wood paneling of the train, for what had seemed like an hour before she moved. Suddenly standing she left her cabin, the feeling of a blade hidden in her waist band reminded her of her purpose. Getting the blade in had been easy, her luck had given her a human security guard, he was so easily manipulated he had forgotten how to properly check for weapons or notice that the metal detector had suddenly stopped working as she stepped through.
The train itself was mostly quiet, everyone stuck to their cabins for the late trip. She walked quietly through the train car’s hallway and entered into the adjoining car. She immediately spotted the two guards blocking entry to her target’s cabin. She kept her movements slow, flashing a smile at one of the guards when his attention turned to her.
“Excuse me gentlemen, would either of you two know which way the drinks car would be?” Her voice was smooth as she asked, but neither of the two guards began to show interest her.
That was the trouble with vulpines, not many showed interest in humans sexually, it would have to be the hard way.
“You’ve come the wrong way ma’am, its in the other direction.” The guard simply answered, turning his gaze away from her.
Emma simply smiled at his response nodding her head. With blinding speed her knife was drawn, removing it from her waistband and slashing the guards throat in one swift movement. The guard for one milli second did not react as it easily cut his skin, he then grabbed at his throat, dropping his weapons while doing so. His attempted screams only elicited gurgles as the infiltrator quickly focused on the next guard. The other guard finally realizing what happened only a half second after her attack brought his sub machine gun to bear, however, the infiltrator, trained for confined quarters combat was able to kick it out of his hands with a vertical kick. He grabbed at his hands as she closed the short distance with her blade, burying it deep up under his chin, severing vital veins and spinal connections. The screams of the second guard could only be heard in his head in the last second before he departed the world of the living.
Blood drenched her blade and her hand as she wiped it on the clothes of the dead guard. Returning it to it’s sheath under the waistband of her pants, she opened the door to find the her target surprised at her entry.
“Hello there,” the words were spoken softly in an almost nonchalant manner. She quickly pulled the bodies into the cabin and grabbed the guns. She sat across from the target and smiled, opening a window she threw the extra sub machine gun out.
“Now, I think you have something for me.” Emma eyed his briefcase as she kept her stolen weapon trained upon him.