Chapter 12: Operation Tistletoe
Suzanna and her entourage emerged from the restroom with hushed tones, swiftly proceeding to the airport exit. Their composed expressions concealed the tension lingering from the previous encounter.
A young EAE Intelligence Agent, often underestimated due to his unassuming appearance, exclaimed with excitement, "Sir, the feed is back online—it's working!." Victor snapped out of his reverie, his expression shifting from concern to relief as he approached the agent, a hint of satisfaction etched on his face.
As Victor got a clearer view of the feed, his face twisted in rage as he jabbed a finger at the screen. "What the actual fuck! Where is she and her team? How did they...?" His voice trailed off, bewilderment, shock, and surprise etched on his face.
The outburst alerted the other agents and a mysterious woman, clad in an all-black ensemble—black leather jacket, cargo pants, and combat boots—exuded an aura of deadly precision, her multiple facial piercings and bold body art underscoring her enigmatic presence.
As murmurs of dissent spread among the agents, a single glance from the mysterious woman, silenced them. Still seething, Victor signalled to a female agent, a skilled tech expert, amidst an array of phones and gadgets.
The agent , unsure of the signal's intent, hesitated until Victor's patience wore thin. "Bring me that fucking phone, now! Are you fucking deaf" he barked.
Victor's frustration mounted due to failed attempts to contact his undercover agents. Repeated calls yielded no response, fueling his ire. In a fit of rage, he shattered the phone.
The nerdy agent, seeking to appease his boss, so as to evade his boss rage intervened, "Sir, please the feed, there's an update." This update calmed Victor, his gaze locked on the screen as he spotted one of his undercover agents, still active. Relief washed over his face.
As Victor focused on the feed, an agent approached, reminding him of his ringing personal phone. This drew an irate response: "How many fucking times have I told you to put that phone on silent? Can't you see I'm busy? Shut it off, now!!."
The agent, aware of Victor's volatile temper, concealed his frustration (Why is he shouting like that?) and tactfully intervened, "Sir, it's Madame on the line."
Victor's expression transformed, adopting a forced, respectful tone as he answered the call. A stern, ear-piercing rebuke greeted him: "Victor, what's going on? Are you compromising my operation? Do you understand the consequences if this fails?" Followed with an abrupt end to call.
The agent's suppressed smirk and mocking gaze further infuriated Victor. He dropped the phone, his fury palpable. He turned to the mysterious woman, knowing she may have discreetly alerted madame, but her stoic, emotionless face remained impassive, ignoring his glance. Victor's anger simmered, then erupted into a defeated sigh.
As Diana entered the elevator, the undercover agent, posing as one of the airport security, trailed behind, his uniform making him conspicuous as he used the stairs.
Suddenly, the elevator jolted to an unexpected stop, stranding passengers shy of their intended destination. This abrupt stop sparked panic among passengers and staff.
Airport executives quickly sprang into action, issuing directives to resume elevator operations.
After a brief delay, a maintenance team arrived in a service vehicle, and technicians promptly exited. The technicians, accompanied by Rachel Jenkins, one of the airport executives, the Airport Operations Manager, entered the building and made their way to the stalled elevator.
As they worked, the area was restricted, preventing the agent from approaching. Once the technicians finished and the elevator started functioning, the agent swiftly climbed the stairs and hastened toward the elevator.
As the doors slid open, he scanned the inside of the elevator searching for Diana, but Diana was nowhere to be found. Diana had masterfully reinvented herself, adopting a youthful persona that belied her true identity.
Diana exited the elevator, disguised in a trendy polo shirt, fitted jeans, and sneakers, and walked right past the agent, who didn't notice her.
The agent hastily scanned the surroundings as Victor's irate voice crackled through his earpiece: "You've blown her cover! Your mistake has compromised the mission. Abort!"
He turned to the mysterious woman, "Now it's your turn. Ensure Tistletoes appreciate our gesture." The mysterious woman nodded and stepped out of the van to assemble her team.
As Suzanna's group approached the airport exit, the undercover agents discreetly left their posts and headed to their respective destinations. Debbie and Diana breathed a sigh of relief, but their reprieve was short-lived.
Heavily armed gang members, identifiable only to seasoned observers, emerged from the shadows, their sudden appearance sparking chaos in the airport. They moved towards the exit.
Passengers and airport staff scrambled to get out of their way, shocked and frightened by the gang's sudden appearance. Some were pushed aside, their angry voices and startled gasps filling the air.
"What's going on?" someone shouted.
"Who are these people?" another passenger demanded.
"These people are part of the Tistletoes gang!!" a group of passengers acknowledging, the group of heavily armed gang members exclaimed, drawing fearful and surprised looks from thier fellow passengers.
Before the Airport Security personnel's stationed at the exit could intervene, the gang unleashed a hail of gunfire from their AK-47 assault rifles and FN P90 submachine guns, sending bullets ripping through the air and panic spreading through the crowds.
Airport Security personnel's, including those with electric batons and some armed with SIG Sauer P320 pistols, were swiftly gunned down. Similarly, several VIP passengers' security details, armed with Glock 17 and Walther PPQ pistols, were gunned down, as they try to protect and escort thier VIP'S to the airport exit and safety. Some of the passengers, VIPs and Airport security staff were also gunned down.
Jade swiftly escorted Suzanna and Sally to the exit, navigating through the chaos. Debbie drew her Beretta M9 Pistol, and Diana surprisingly produced her own Beretta M9, joining the remaining female security detail, who wielded a Glock 19.
Just as despair set in, a sleek, black CTIU van—emblazoned with the Counter-Terrorism and Intelligence Unit insignia—screeched to a halt. Two CTIU agents, clad in tactical gear and armed with M4A1 carbines, fanned out with precision, taking down several of the gang members. A young female commander of the CTIU, wielding a police shield and carrying the M4A1 carbine, led the charge.
Under the CTIU's protection, Jade, Debbie, Diana, Suzanna, and Sally made a break for the van. The two agents provided cover, neutralizing and suppressing the gang members with strategic shots, as the commander shielded them with the police shield. Once safely inside, the young female commander entered, followed by the two agents.
The driver showcased exceptional skill, expertly maneuvering the van out of its parking spot with precision and speed. With a fluid motion, it navigated the airport exit, expertly dodging other vehicles. The remaining gang members gave chase, unleashing a hail of gunfire. However, the driver's exceptional skills allowed the CTIU van to speed away unscathed, leaving their pursuers frustrated and struggling to keep up.
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