**This will be from The perspective of James**

"Now then Sir, Which gun do you prefer? The AK-47 with reinforced bullets guaranteed to always be fatal or do you like the New Beretta Pico Pistol?"

"I think the Beretta is the better choice. Change the bullets in the AK-47. We don't want to accidentally kill one of our own." I replied, shuddering at the thought.

"Very good Sir." Answered Chester. He was an old man, with dark hair, A shock of it prematurely white. He was the butler to my father and now to me. He was a dear friend, a very important one.

"Chester, Have you seen my suit jacket?" I asked, scanning the room.

"The black one sir?"

"Yes, I'm sure It was here."

"Becky took it to be cleaned Sir. She will bring it back soon."

I should of known. Becky was always taking my suits to be cleaned. I know she means well but I am about to go for a meeting to determine the fate of mission International.

"The fun has arrived!" Cried Becky as she slammed open the door. I chuckled to myself, she was very eccentric.

"Becky. Next time tell me you have taken my suit eh?."

"Yes Boss. I just didn't want you to go into a meeting an embarrass yourself by wearing a suit that was filthy."

"It wasn't that bad." I said, Taking the jacket and putting it on.

"Sir, It was stained with stale blood." She replied, scrunching up her nose at the thought of it.

I chuckled slightly at her expression and did a 360 turn.

"How do I look?" I questioned. I always valued her opinion.

"Excellent sir." She said, Blushing slightly.

I Smiled at her and grabbed the pistol from Chester. I walked out of my office, reloading the pistol and placing it inside my jacket.

This was the testing point of my Career. Everything I had ever worked for had lead up to now. Everything was at stake. If Mission International doesn't go to plan we could be unleashing an even bigger threat. I can't make this mistake. Not now.

Not ever.

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The Meeting

I walked into the hall and stood behind my seat. All the walls metal plated. The room glowing blue from the various screens hung on the walls, The largest one shining bright behind the prime minister. All leaders from National security were here. Also all government leaders were here. Theresa May staring at me, her eyes piercing into my soul.

A representative from Buckingham palace was here. They would be feeding back to the queen.

All eyes turned to me as I sat down. The others followed and the meeting began.

"Now then, We all know why we're here. Mission International is the final course of action to defeating the leader of the Columbian Cartel. Mission Violet was a success with the death of Drake Marshall and the blocking of England Britain's biggest drug trade. Billions of pounds worth of ecstasy was seized. We captured Archibald Lemmington, One of Drakes associates Alive and questioned him. We then found the factory where the ecstasy was being mass produced and it was swiftly destroyed." Explained Theresa May, She had only become Prime minister a few months ago but was already prancing around MI5 like she owned the place.

"James Kent, Head of MI5, Please stand."

I stood up and placed my hands behind my back, clenching them.

"Explain Mission International." She commanded, Her voice bouncing off the metal walls.

I cleared my throat with a slight cough and began to speak.

"We did a Background check on Drake Marshall and found him to be working for Columbian Cartel leader Serafin Arellano. We are unclear why he was working for Serafin but we do know that he was transporting a large electronic chip to Columbia for him. We managed to track his base down in the amazon jungle and are sending a team of the worlds best agents to capture Serafin and retrieve the chip."

The leaders began talking amongst themselves and then a man spoke up.

He was the Representative from the Republic of Ireland. He was a short man with a full head of brown hair. His glasses were perched on the end of his nose.

"Who are these 'agents'?" He questioned, His accent strong.

I motioned to the screen and a picture of Adrijan popped up.

"This is Adrijan Kosos, He is the worlds best assassin from Croatia. He has killed almost 600 people since he Joined this line of work 10 Years ago. He was also the youngest assassin to start working for the Croatian Government at the age of 17. Most recently he assassinated Drake marshall."

I heard muttering voices from the rest of the hall.

The screen flicked again to Pierre.

"Pierre Lavoie, Leader of the Brigade de renseignement et de guerre électronique In france. He has come out of Retirement to aid us in capturing Serafin"

"I thought he was going through a divorce?" I Heard a voice whisper.

"Quiet" Yelled Theresa.

I cleared my throat and the slide moved to the next agent.

"Pepe Valasco, An undercover Spanish agent. He helped with the downfall of the Columbian Mafia. He knows their tactics and will be a helpful addition to the team."

The slide flicked again.

"Giovanni Petruzelli. He is one of the youngest members of the Gruppo di intervento special in Italy. He Is one of the most qualified agents on the team and is needed for his stealth and planning skills."

And finally, last but not least a picture of Elizabeth appeared on the screen.

I heard Gasps and whispers from the other leaders. I clenched my fists and banged them on the table, The whole room went quiet.

"Elizabeth Hartland, Britains most qualified secret agent. She is an expert in all fields and is a key part to this mission. Her 'abilities' are our secret weapon." I declared.

The room erupted in commotion, Leaders shouting and yelling about my decision.

"Is she the best choice? You know what happened last." called a voice from one of the leaders.

"Yes, I am fully aware of what happened last time but she is really this countries only hope."

"Are you sure the team is fit to save us?" asked Theresa. Her stare fixed on me.

"Yes, They have been briefed in will go under a small amount of training before the mission starts. I am about to go to Italy to begin their training."

Suddenly a crystal clear voice broke through the commotion sending everyone into quiet.

"And if they should fail?" Claire Charles asked. She was the representative from Buckingham palace.

I cleared my throat and stared her straight in the eye.

"Then we are doomed."

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The Plane

"How was the meeting sir?" asked Becky as she stared out of the window.

We were flying high above the Mediterranean now, almost to Bari.

It was about 4 hours since the meeting. We headed straight to Heathrow and hopped on to my private Jet. I sent a file on Giovanni Petruzelli to Adrijan yesterday which means Elizabeth must be meeting Giovanni now at his home.

"The meeting was ok, They kept questioning me on why I had picked Elizabeth for the Job though." I replied. I could see Becky's expression change from happiness to anger.

"They're just so.....Stupid. I want to punch all those stupid men right in their-"

"Becky! Calm down. It's fine"! I said grabbing her hands and placed them on the table in front of us. She seemed to relax a bit.

Suddenly, without warning the plane hit turbulence and we were both thrown up into the air. The plane began spinning and I held onto the edges of my seat.

"Help!" Cried Becky as she was thrown across the table.

I grabbed her hand and pulled her close to me, her head rest on my chest. I leant over her to protect her from the turbulence, the sweet smell of perfume filling my nostrils.

A trolley came flying towards us. I pushed Becky off of me and under the table. I jumped up into the air, Grabbing the trolley and pulling it under me. It skidded to the Pilots Cabin and crashed through the door. The pilot was pulling as hard as he could on the controls. It was no use. We were falling fast and were losing altitude. I grabbed the other set of controls and pulled them upwards. We were falling faster and faster. I closed my eyes ready for impact.

I was thrown across the cabin and I hit the wall. I looked up to see the Pilot controlling the plane, we were flying higher at a more manageable speed. We were in control again.

"What happened?" I asked the pilot edging towards him.

"I don't know sir, We flew across the border and suddenly the controls stopped working."

I nodded. "Someone knows we're here"

The Pilot saluted me and went back to flying the plane. I walked out of the cabin and over the trolley. Plates and glasses shatter over the floor, the bar completely turned over, it's screws not in place.

"Becky!......... Becky!" I called out.

I walked back to my seat to find her huddled into a ball under the table. I coaxed her out and gave her a hug. She whimpered slightly and stared at me with her big brown eyes. A small piece of glass was stuck in her eyebrow, blood dripping down the side of her cheek.

"Don't worry Becky, we will get you some help!".

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After we landed we went straight to the hospital. The plane was taken for repairs and Becky was given stitches. Chester had taken an earlier flight and met us at there.

We were driving back to the hotel when we noticed some flashing light up the darkness. I instructed Chester to follow it. The lights seemed to get brighter. It lead us to a small alley where I noticed dozens of paparazzi crowding round a young couple. When I peered closer I saw that it was Elizabeth and Giovanni.

I yelled at Chester to get closer. He beeped the horn and ploughed straight into the crowd. I'd be surprised if we didn't kill anybody.

We swerved and I opened the door pulling Giovanni and Elizabeth in. I shut the door behind them and Chester began to drive away.

"Elizabeth, What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"James!" she cried wiping her eyes in disbelief.

"Um, who is he?" Asked Giovanni, pointing at me.

"He is James Kent, Head of MI5 and Leader of Mission International. He is also my boss." Explained Elizabeth. I liked that intro but I gave her a stern look.

She could tell I wasn't happy so she kept her mouth shut.

"Elizabeth, what were you doing?" I yelled, not realising the power of my own voice.

She looked away from me in fear.

"Sir, It was my fault. I invited Elizabeth out to give her a tour of the Bari training grounds and we were followed by Paparazzi" Explained Giovanni.

I thought for a while and coughed to get Elizabeth's Attention. She raised her head and I gave her an apologetic smile. She smiled back.

"I see. Well don't do anything so stupid again. This will be all over the papers by the morning. You must keep a low profile." I commanded staring at Giovanni. He nodded.

"Hi Lizzie!"

I turned my head to see Becky clambering over the seat behind me.

"Becky! What are you doing here?" she squealed.

"I am a part of Mission International too ya know!" she smiled.

"My god! What happened to your eyebrow?" Exclaimed Lizzie in a cry of horror as she pointed two her face, still red from the blood.

"We hit very bad turbulence."

"So nothing bad then?" Lizzie smiled sarcastically.

"Nope!" replied Becky.

Giovanni and I both rolled our eyes.

"So James, Why are you here?" He asked

"To start Mission international of course!"

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