TUSK

He had been crouched in the bushes for several hours now, even though looking through the tripod mounted binoculars was important, Tusk really wanted to stand, being in his late 40’s he could feel his muscles tensing up, standing if only for a second would free him up but could also blow several years of a joint exercise with the WEA (world enforcement agency). The WEA are as aragent as your tv FBI but not as polite, so keeping the bed warm was most important.

They moved silently through the bushes towards Tusks position, they could see him just up ahead crouched in front of his binoculars. The go ahead came through a ear piece, kill!

They moved forward but all they saw was the mounted binoculars, a shadow rose behind the assassin.

Tusk worked smarter instead of hard and fast like a lot of his team mates, he’d heard his assassin coming , not because of enhanced hearing or expensive implants, Tusk had simply pleased hyper mics at a 10 metre radius, not even a mouse could sneak up on him.

Tusk grabbed the man from behind “never underestimate your prey” he snapped his neck, as the body fell Tusk realised there had been 2 , smart one walking perfectly in time with the other. Tusk was quick he span round and his heavy fist made contact with a week jaw, a moment later Tusk was crouching over the bodies looking for ID or something, he found wallets and couldn’t believe what he saw, they were WEA!

Tusk tried his radio, he must let his team know of this betrayal, only static answered his call. It dawned on tusk if they had come for him they must of hit his team as well. Tusk stood he would have to move quickly, the lightning pain ran through him at that moment, looking down to his ribs he saw the handle of the tactical knife protruding from his ribs… WELL SHIT!

Tusk collapsed, all went quiet again…