Song Savavge by Megan Thee Stallion

Present Day

Berlin, Germany

Dominique Pov:

The assassin  tracked her target from the American embassy as he dashed down the sidewalk with his hands in his  pockets as he looked down passing through a large of people sauntering by. She peered through the powerful scope on the AR-30 Bolt Action sniper rifle fingering the trigger she held her breath and fired the rifle recoiled with a scent of gunpowder. She folded up the tripod on the sniper jumping to her feet and picked up the case quickly darted down the emergency exit staircase outside of the building.

Dominique stalked over to the dead agent's body lying on the sidewalk. Getting down on her knees, she searched his pockets, finding a piece of paper with an address and a name on it.  As she read it her lips tighten and her eyes narrowed in on the print.

 The name on paper read." R. Ludwig Digby dental office Uter de Linen."

She folded up the piece of paper and stuck it in her pocket in the biker uniform that she was wearing. Her brown hair was tied in a ponytail revealing her European tan complexion face. Sprinting over to her Motorbike glancing sideways as she shaked her head, and raised her eyebrows  to focus on her surroundings

Slipping her helmet over her head, she swung the AR-30 sniper rifle over her shoulder before climbing on  the bike. She cranked it up and sped down the busy traffic congested street, passing by some buildings on her way to uter de Linen.

Three minutes later, she pulled up a couple blocks from the dental office. It was in a nondescript building with a plaque on the wall read R. Ludwig Digby Private Dentistry. She noticed there was a video surveillance camera attached above the door. There were several vehicles parked outside in the parking lot.

Maybe clients of the dentist or CIA agents which would explain why the agent, she had killed had it in his pocket to begin with.

Climbing off the motorbike, Dominique removed her helmet. Going over the plans in her mind and what her  options where. She didn't like any loose ends at all that could lead back to her. She had always lived by her motto: it was always better to repair anything. That had gotten her through some trouble in the past.

In her line of work (wet jobs) assassinations it was never a good idea to ask why your client or paymaster wanted someone killed. They called the hunter or Medusa because the targets that she had killed never saw her coming. There was nothing that she couldn't do when it came down to it.

Flashback

Ten years ago

Dominique jerked opened the window in her bedroom on the top of the oprahanage, her eyes narrowed glanicng sideways with a tight-lipped smile. She grabbed the edge of the window as she jumped out and scaled down the wall. Carefully surveying her surroundings before she continued.

The lights were still off inside which was a good thing.

No one would be awake at this hour of the night, She thought

She darted quickly over to her motorbike, luckily she kept the keys with her all this time. Climbing on, Dominique didn't look back. She knew what had to be done? After watching dozens of Youtube videos on shooting weapons at the shooting range. No, the life of  an oprhan wasn't for her. She wanted something better, wanted to feel the adrenaline flow through her.

Speeding down the street as the wind whipped at her hair, she  had that feeling  of the adrenaline flow  through her. The shooting range that she recalled was close by time knew  However,  she knew it would be closed at this time night.

Dominique rode up on her motorbike to the shooting range. She noticed that there was a surveillance video camera attached to one of the walls outside. The range itself was large was with green grass where the targets were. Across from them was a ranch,  where there wooden benches to put the rifles and snipers so one could shoot from.

Stepping off the motorbike, she reached into her pocket to remove her lock pit kit. She removed a pit from it making her way over to the entrance of the shooting range. Her eyes narrowed glancing sideway as Dominique picked the lock gently and carefully. The door clicked open suddenly.

She slinked into the range and strolled over to the where the electric cabinet where the surveillance camera was hooked up To. When she revealed all the wires, she raised an eyebrow while shaking her head. Her eyes narrowed inwards as she focused  on the task

This shouldn't be hard, Dominique thought

She remembered watching how to disconnect a surveillance camera on Youtube, and after that had gotten a reply from the person who had posted the video.

Dominique reached into her stealth on her pants removing a Gerber Guardian and sliced the two hires connecting the cable to the surveillance camera. After that, she slipped the blade back into her stealth.

She gasped with hands over her mouth, freezing with wide eyes at all the guns on display to choose to shoot in front of her. It was like a dream come true. Staring right at her was the AR-30 Bolt action sniper rifle, she knew all about it after reading it in the Gun and Ammo magazine.

Dominique strides over to the counter, snatching up the sniper in her grip. Instantly her finger felt the trigger. She leaned forward with a nod sauntered over to one of the benches. Pulling out the tripod she laid in prone position and loaded the detachable magazine into it.

Her eyes narrowed, peering through as she squeezed the trigger firing a shot at the target. The adrenaline felt so good flowing through her.

All of a sudden there was a loud thud from outside as The UH-60 black hawk helicopter landed outside. Dominique whirled around  and instantly froze in her tracks. The armed men burst through the entrance with MP7 submachine clutched in their  grip and trained on her.

Three seconds later a woman walked in wearing an elegant, conservative suit with short and long blonde kind of curly hair with a  tight-lipped smile, her eyes narrowed as she nodded for  the agents to lower their weapons as she strolled over to Dominique.

She pointed over to one of the targets with bullets on it. " Miss Hunter, I would like to offer you a new life and to come to work for us. My name is Cassandra Lei. I'm the deputy director of National Intelligence.

"Dominique  started fidgeted, biting her lip as eyes darted back at  her . " First,  why would I work for you and second what new, I haven't done anything wrong?"

Cassandra Lei crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed, with slight close-lipped and one raised eyebrow. " Really,you got call picking the lock of a shooting range nothing, I would think the authorities would be interested don't you?"

Dominique folded in the tripod on the AR-30. " Listen Miss Lei or whoever you are I'm not threatened by you, I've been on the run all my life I can handle myself."

Cassandra reached into her pocket, removing a card with a number and leaned forward placing it on the bench. " Well you if you decide that you want a new life and want to work for us, just call that number on the card. A car will pick you up and take you to one of our safe houses, where you will be briefed on your op. You'll be doing your country a great service." She did not meet Dominique's eyes.

Dominique quickly seized the card from the bench, swiftly shoved it in her pocket. She tilted her head and made a steeple with fingers as if coming up with a plan in her mind.

" I'll think about it."

Cassandra turned away, glancing sideways as her eyes narrowed, sauntering --out through the entrance of the shooting range." Don't think too long about it; You got skills. The shot you fired from the AR-30 was a kill shot nobody else could have done it unless trained to do so."

The agents stalked out and jumped onto the helicopter where the deputy director was waiting.

Dominique stepped back with a slight-close lipped smile, glancing at the target that she shot at it.

Yes a new life would be great, but what a cost, she thought

Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out the card and brought up closer to read.  She them  saunterd over to the counter where the phone was. Grabbing it and entered the ten digital numbers holding the phone up to her ear.

A voice came on sounding serious. " A Silver Volo pulling to the shooting range soon, bring your AR-30 with you. Don't ask questions once you get in. Everything will be explained to you once you arrive at the safe house."

Dominique hung up the receiver of the phone. Her fingers tear up the card and once in pieces  She tossed the picees  in garbage can. She  happen to notice the book of matches beind the counter and thought why not, and lit the whole book to tosse into the garbage can to destroy all the evidence.

Three minutes later a silver Volvo pulled in fast and quickly in front the entrance of the shooting range just as the person on the phone said it would. Dominique strides out through the entrance, the AR-30 clutched in her grip. Her eyes narrowed darting all around to see who might watching her.

Dominique sauntered over to the car, gripped the door handle as she climbed, closing the door behind her. The silver Volvo sped out of the shooting range parking lot and through the city, passing by some buildings along the way.

Pretty soon they arrived at a massive house in the outskirts of the city that resembled a large mansion. The Volvo pulled up the long driveway to the front entrance where two furious threatening agents stood outside.

The driver stepped out, gripping the door handle as his eyes narrowed, scanning the surroundings before he opened the door.

Dominique climbed out frozen, staring wide eyes at the mansion. Sauntering over to the front  she noticed  that of the agents got het attention as  he nodded at her go to. She grabbed the door handle opening it and entered.

The inside, interior was massive with large computer screens hanging all over the wall, in the far corner there was a kitchen. There were two bedrooms across the kitchen.

The man rose from where he was sitting on the sofa wearing an elegant dress shirt in a black suit. A file was gripped in his hands. " Miss Hunter, your code name will be Medusa welcome to your new life."

He handed her the file, as she snatched it, from  him she set down her sniper file. Flipping open it, her eyes narrowed on the highly classified intel. She had never heard of operation Thunderstorm before. But whatever it was they must have a reason why they wanted her for this op.

Flashback ends

Dominique quickly spotted a building with a rooftop view across the dental office, she darted over to the building and dashed up the staircase outside that led up to the rooftop. She strides over to the perch  the tripod. She pulled out the tripod on the AR-30 sniper rifle. Peering through the scope on the sniper rifle, her finger rested on the trigger.

As far as she could tell there were no armed men patrolling the office, which meant only one thing: that this was a front for the CIA and that the dentist must be an asset of theirs. Reaching into her pocket in the biker uniform,she pulled out her IPhone X and clicked on the NCIC app.

Within seconds the app flashed onto the screen.

Dominique quickly typed in the name of the dentist on the screen. A few seconds later a file appeared on the displayScreen.

Classified

Name R.Ludwing Digby

Operational Status: Asset for the CIA and the I.S.AI ( International Surevillance and Intelligence Agency)

Background: He had been recruited by Nitika storm after Operation Rasputin and Agent Harper Medley before that.He specializes in concealing classified mircofilms in gold fillings for deep cover CIA agents and assets. Recently he was assigned to a highly classified operation code-name ThunderStorm.

Her eyes narrowed, scrolling down the screen, the rest of the file was redacted. So whatever was in the mircofilms must be worth killing for if the paymaster wanted this dentist dead. Still, she curious why a german dentist would be assigned to this operation ThunderStorm. Nothing good would come if she started asking her handler questions about it.

Ever since Dominique took the offer and started to work for them, whoever they were? Things were looking great for her. Travel all over the world to wherever she wanted to go. And of course, what happened at the shooting range had been erased.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw green camouflage Range Rover ,Defender driving the down street, through the scope Dominque zeroed on the driver guessing on the shape of his body that he could possibly be agent. Probably for the CIA or the I.S.A.I

Dominique suddenly froze, catching a glimpse of a woman in the back who was sitting beside some other agents. She remembered certain details from the briefing at Russtech Aummtion safe house.

The handler paced back and forth, his eyes narrowed . "Medusa Operation thunderstorm is false flag by the CIA to overthrow the Venezuela government, we believe that Viktor and Olga Storm are behind this op for some reason?"

Dominque tilted her head, and shrugged. " I read their file they are foreign intelligences assigned to some unit calledC6, so unlikely they would work for the CIA."

The handler swiftly shoved his hands in  the pocket  He did not meet Dominique's eyes.

"You should understand that you took our offer for a new life, and to work us as assassin. You were never allowed to question our intelligence, he said scratching his nose

She pulled the trigger as the AR-30 recoiled with a loud crack as the bullet flew out in the air, smashing the window of the dental office Digby quickly wrote something down on paper on his desk as the bullet split his head open like a melon. Moving the scope onto the Ranger Rover firing another round as the bullet flew through the air smashing the windshield of it.The Range Rover swereved off the street.

Now she remembered where she saw the woman in the back of the Range Rover, of course in the file she read. No, it couldn't be? Dominique froze, staring with wide eyes,  smacked the palm against her forehead.

"Nitika Storm is Viktor and Olga, daughter!"Crap, She thought

Jumping to her  feet, folding the tripod back into the rifle darted down  the staircase panicked- stricken shoving her in pockets. She shook her head. Rubbing eyes, trying to figure out what the hell happened? Dominique strides over to her motorbike, climbed on and the speed down  the street as the tire screeched roaring down the street.

Pretty soon all hell well unleashed; she knew not only that Nikita Storm would ignite it no about it! However, she be would prepared to counter every move Nikita with everything she had. Three hours later she roared onto the driveway off the safe house just outside of the city. Jumping off her motorbike.

Dominique eyes darted, paused then shifted again before she hurried inside slamming the door close behind her. She dropped theAR-30 on the sofa. She slammed he fist hand on the table, feeling the throbbing veins in her neck.

Her bluetooth earpiece chirped. "Medusa is R.Ludwig Digby no longer a threat to us"

Dominique sighed. " Yes, he's no longer a threat to you. We have a serious threatening problem: Nitika Storm?"

The voice on the other end sounded threatening. " Yes, I'm aware of that problem Operation ThunderStorm must succeeded understand?"

Dominique paced back and forth as she undid her ponytail and shook out her hair. " Yes, I understand, Nikita Storm is god dam CIA agent. What aren't you telling me?"

 She started to wonder what had she gotten herself into and what was this Deputy Director Cassandra Lei really up to. Nothing was it really what  seem, everything she knew seemed to be connected somehow to this Operation Thunderstorm.