February 2nd, 2009. Somewhere in New York City...
As Isaac awoke from the black leather sofa furniture which had been in his humble hideout, he sat upright and began to grasp his face in a somewhat groggy manner.Looking down to his wrist the clock on his timepiece read 2:37 A.M.In front of him on a clear glass table laid an all black laptop.With the tap of a button, the computer was triggered into its automated start up function which signaled the closed laptop to automatically open.As the computer screen reached the desktop menu it took Isaac straight to his mission alerts and assignments.A folder opened with the disclosed information of a secret assignment given to him by a unidentified organization.A photo appeared with a name that read Jean Luc LeBeau, some of the aliases under the name had been listed as Gambler, the king of kings, and the crafty Cajun amongst many. As soon as Isaac saw the man's face, he knew the mission wouldn't be an easy task at all.There had been an uncounted amount of stories and tales told about the living legend.How he had once solely ruled the country and crushed even the mightiest alliances of heroes.
A female voice with an English accent began to speak from the computer, reading the mission briefing. Jean Luc LeBeau has been proven to be one of the world's most deadliest men.Your task is to apprehend the the notorious assassin and deliver him into our custody by any means necessary.The target must be captured alive or else the mission will be classified as a failure and the reward will be rendered invalid.Gambler was last spotted at a New Orleans airport taking a flight to France.We have contacts that suggest he was last spotted in Paris.There will be a private jet awaiting your arrival at Laguardia airport at approximately 5:00 A.M., which will be taking you to Paris.Good Luck Trigger.
Good look huh? As if that mattered, Trigger couldn't bring himself to believe in something so trivial.Gathering his gear, Isaac packed his all black Kevlar suit equipped with a fully bulletproof chest plating and vibranium laced material into a black duffel bag.He also stocked up on firearms which included his two Gammatron Cleric edition desert eagles, a custom P90 and two Vz.. 82 sub machine guns also known as Scorpions.Before leaving he also made sure to grab his two treasured blades Azrael & Enyo.Something told Isaac he would be needing them when facing off against the crafty Cajun.Making his way to the Garage he lifted the gray cover off his all black Audi R8.The door made a click as e opened it and when the he inserted the key into the the ignition, the engined revved up like the growl of a black panther.Slowly putting his foot on the gas pedal half way, he made it out of the garage and into what appeared as a dark Manhattan alleyway.The building he exited seemed dilapidated and unused but on the inside it was actually the luxurious abode of a rich mercenary.Holding his foot on the the break pedal and slamming the other onto the gas, Isaac peeled out of the desolate street and sped off into the night, the moon reflecting off of the sleek midnight paint job like a celestial stage light.
After arriving at the airport, a jet had been awaiting Isaac just like the briefing had stated.After parking his car in a private lot, Isaac advanced to the runway and entered the luxurious aircraft.He slipped into a comfortable cushioned seat and donned a set of headphones to listen to the tunes in his iPod.The plane immediately began take off and departed for its destination, Paris, France.After he had taken a long nap, Isaac awoke 15 minutes prior to landing awakening himself with a glass of champagne that had been reserved at the table next to his seat.Seven and a half hours after Trigger had departed Laguardia airport, he arrived at Charles de Gaulle airport in Paris.Taking a cab to a 5 star hotel named Hotel de Crillon he settled into a pent house suite which had a beautiful view of the Eiffel tower.Spending most of the afternoon in the hotel, Isaac waited until nightfall.He knew the Crafty Cajun would probably be more active in the night.
Suiting up into his battle gear, Isaac dressed in an all black tuxedo to maintain an inconspicuous demeanor that would have been conflicted if he walked the streets in combat gear.With his two pistols strapped to his back, Trigger left the hotel carrying his blades in a black wide brief case.Settling down at a cafe named La Bergerie across the street, he sat at a table outside and looked upon the stars that lit up the night fallen sky above the Eiffel tower as he sipped on a hot cup of tea.Suddenly a familiar man walked passed the cafe in a casual manner.There was something about the way this man walked, Isaac knew he had encountered his target.Pursuing the Cajun towards the Eiffel tower, his mission had now begun.
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