A/N- Back so soon? :D And with the dreaded sequel? O_o Set after my last Fic; Aid Conflict, so some reference and maybe a character or two from that, still makes some sense stand alone if you haven't read it though. Other then that the rest of the characters and stories mentioned belong to Chris Ryan, who is pretty much the man and not someone I'd like to piss off.
The tall black gentleman stepped from the door of the heated office-building and out into the cold evening air of New York. He was a tall powerfully built man, but with a slight gut in his mid-forties. He walked with an air of confidence and charisma that made him instantly likeable. The man grimaced and pulled his long formal jacket tighter around him, as the bracing wind assaulted him. His distinguished face was usually set in a small, almost encouraging smile, as he went about his daily job of managing a multi-million dollar software giant.
John Middleton's smile returned to him, as he started to walk the single block to where his limousine waited. The smile was for his niece who was having her birthday party tonight with hundreds of people at the mansion they lived in. He had adored the girl since the day she was born, having no children of his own and that love had only increased when he became her legal guardian under the most tragic of circumstances.
Sure, suddenly becoming the sole minder of a moody teenage girl had provided a challenge for him initially, he felt like they had finally reached a degree of understanding as she found a purpose with her friends from around the globe. The change had been like magic as the sullen, sulky teenager had completely awoken to the world afresh when she returned from being marooned on an island in Indonesia. Carrying on the global vigilante work of her parents had given the girl a new lease on life and John attributed most of the credit to the four friends, whom she now spent every school break with.
It had been with initial apprehension that John Middleton had provided his support for the five friends who made up Alpha force. This apprehension and concern for his niece was overwhelmed by the results the group achieved worldwide and the happier charge he had as a result.
Checking the Omega Speedmaster on his wrist, John boggled at the time and increased his cadence; wary of what Amber would say if he was late to her party. I don't think I'm the one she's really waiting on though, John thought to himself in amusement as he strode into the biting wind.
In the black van parked down the street from him, three men monitored the video feed coming from an external camera. Up front another man sat at the wheel of the vehicle, lazily smoking a cigarette. With the exception of one, they were large burly men, with an ex-military look about them with their short hair and alert eyes. The smaller man was a shabbier looking, skinny Latino man who was barely out of his teens. His nervous eyes darted towards the monitor in front of him and he swallowed thickly, before speaking up loud enough for the driver in the front to hear too.
The two big men in the back nodded to the driver who slowly pulled off the mark to drift up behind the pedestrian as the three men in the back slipped balaclavas down to conceal their faces. Three fingers were held up in the air by the largest of the men and he slowly lowered them as the team in the back crouched at the ready by the vans side door.
The final finger dropped and the three men exploded from the side of the darkened vehicle, pouncing on their unsuspecting victim who was caught completely by surprise.
John barely had time to turn around, as a rough hand wrapped around his opened mouth and a small remote sized device was plunged deep into the side of his neck. Blue electricity crackled momentarily between the two metal prongs in his neck, as the stun gun delivered a powerful electric shock through his central nervous system. The yell died in John's throat as every muscle in his body seized involuntarily and he collapsed into more rough hands that bundled him into the van.
Amber! He silently screamed, internally as the van quickly left the curb and he surrendered to the growing darkness.