Berlin, Germany,

Nicky's Pov:

She darted back inside, dashing up the staircase into Digby office again. This time, she still was trying to figure out how the assassin knew the exact location of the CIA front. Glancing sideways over to the window, she remembered the sniper course where she had been trained by Summer how to use a sniper rifle. She knew that there had to be hot casing after the bullet was fired. Unless the assassin had snatched it after  they left. Looking around, she quickly spotted a laptop sitting on Digby's desk.

She strides over to the desk,  pulling out the chair and sat down. She placed her pistol on the desk  and clicked on the keypad as the screen lit up showing that it was password protected and encrypted. There was nothing that she couldn't handle with her hacking skills. As a hacker for the NSA secretive department as the Taskforce and now the Alpha group.

 With a couple quick keystrokes and shortcuts, she finally access the files on the laptop. Her eyes narrowed on some files.

She came to a file marked Russtech Ammunition and clicked it.  Within seconds the file flashed onto the screen. As Nicky scrolled up the file, she froze when she saw the code-name Thunderstorm!

 How was Thunderstorm connected to Russtech Ammunition, after it was C6 counter intelligence op she thought.

Whoever had hired or ordered the assassin to kill Digby had to know about this front then. Was there a leak inside the Berlin CIA Station that would certainly explain how maybe the assailant knew but everything was in place? Nothing was missing. All that she had was the piece of paper that he had left her with the two names written on it Thunderstorm and MK Ultra.

There weren't many details on this Operation Thunderstorm, mention in the file, only that it was sanction by the highest  echelons of power. Something quickly caught her eye. It was the location of the op, Venezuela. At least now she had something more to go on but now much.

She quickly closed out of the file before she rose where she was sitting. She knew that Digby had to keep a list of assets or CIA agents that he was putting microfilms into gold fillings for here?

Suddenly out of nowhere she noticed an old looking notebook in the far corner of the office sitting on a table?

That had to be it, Nicky thought

Sauntering over to the table, she grabbed her suppressed pistol, slipping it back into her shoulder holster  before snatching the notebook. Flipping it open as she scanned through the pages until she came to one of the agents who was stationed at the South America desk in Berlin Station.

She ripped the page out of the notebook. She sprinted out of the office, darted down the staircase and out the front entrance of the building. She knew what she had to do First. Find the building where the assailant had their perch.

She dashed through the congested street as vehicles sped by her. Nicky strides down the sidewalk navigating her way through a crowd of people walking along. Passing by some stores and buildings, as she casually glanced sideways to see if someone was tailing her or lurking in the alleyways? There wasn't. She quickly spotted a building down the street that looked like it had an angle to the dental office.

She Withdrew her.22 Ruger clutched in her grip as she swiftly made her over to the back of the building,seeing that there was an emengery staircase outside. Nicky took the staircase up to the rooftop, her eyes darting back and forth looking for anything.

Sauntering over to what looked like it could be the sniper's perch.Her eyes narrowed onto a smoking hot casing on the roof; she guessed that it was probably a .338 Lapua. The only question on her mind who the hell was this assassin? 

Nicky sauntered down the staircase, still trying to put everything together. She knew where to go to get answers of course. Director Hamilton! She would probably know about MK Ultra and how it was connected to Thunderstorm? 

And most importantly what hell was going on in Venezuela? 

None of this was making sense to her?

She strolled across the congested busy street, hoping maybe that this agent at the South America desk might have some answers for her thunderstorm and Venezuela. There was no way her parents had gone rogue that for sure she knew. 

But then again Ruyan had tried to recruit her and maybe even lie aboutwhat really her parents were doing?

There were too many coincidences here, first of all Russtech Ammunition which of course Grey was the weaponry specialist for and that they were behind Thunderstorm somehow? There was no mention on her parents laptop about Venezuela when she had hacked into it. 

Nicky sauntered over to Summer, handling the .338 Lapua casing to her saying " See what you can find out about this casing that was fired from the assassin's rifle?"

"Okay, I  will see what I can find out what are you going to Nicky?" Summer asked.

"I"m going to pay a visit to this agent at the South America desk in the Berlin Station to see what he can tell me about what he was doing for Digby," Nicky stated.

She strides over to one of the vehicles parked in the parking lot.  Looking into the window she noticed that the keys are still inside the car. She reaches into her pocket pulling out lockpit kit. Nicky slowly picks the lock on the driver-side as the door opens. Climbing in. she closed the door behind her.

Driving down  the street as she passed by some buildings and stores on her way to the American Embassy. There was no doubt in her mind that Ruyan might even be behind the assassin who had killed her asset. If that was true, then was she working for Russtech Ammunition and were the White Nights somehow still active or some faction of them?

How could that be Nicky thought.

She parked alongside the sidewalk outside American embassy. She stepped out, grabbing the door. Nicky stalked up the sidewalk to the front entrance where a marine guard stood outside at watch. She sauntered through the glass front doors strolling into the lobby before coming up to a metal detector.

Reaching into her shoulder holster with left her hand Nicky withdrew 22. Ruger and placed it on the tray. The security guard gestured with his hand for her to go through. She did so. She grabbed her suppressed pistol from the tray slipping back into her shoulder holster.

A man strolled down the corridor wearing a suit to meet her with his hands inside his pockets.

"Miss Storm, I'm Station chief Mark Willis.  I'm sorry agent Stephens can't meet you; he was shot outside the embassy on his way to  meet your asset Digby about something vital."

"Well I was kind of hoping that agent Stpehens could tell me what he was actually doing for my asset?" Nicky questioned.

The station chief's eyes narrowed. "I'm sorry he never disscused his job details with me."

Wait a second, she thought

That would certainly explain now how the assassin knew about Digby office at the CIA front. She knew that she was getting nowhere with the Station chief here. There was always another way around it she knew. Hacking into the CIA mainfrance to gain access to the agent files on his computer that wasn't it at all.

"Really I find that hard to believe that he didn't, after all is your job to debrief or brief him before hand?" Nicky snapped.

The station chief pivoted--strolling away"  It's been looked into by other intelligence services I believe it's  I.S.A.I."

That would certainly explain now how the assassin knew about Digby office; at the CIA front. She knew that she was getting nowhere with the Station chief here. There was always another to find out she knew. Hack into the CIA mainframe to gain access to the agent files on his computer. That wasn't it at all.

What would the International Surveillance and Intelligence Agency want with the intel on Operation Thunderstorm? And What  could they  be looking for as far she was  concerned it was strictly a White Nights operation that might have gone awry or was still active.

Nicky  turns to leave  as she strides through the metal detector, removing her pistol again and then picking it up and placing it back into her shoulder holster.   Rushing  out  through  the  front glass doors and down the sidewalk over to the car.

Yes, she had known about the I.S.A.I before, as an agent. You had to beware of rival intelligence service or even a foreign intelligence service for that matter. It was all part of your training when you got trained as an agent

Nicky grabbed the door handle to open the door slid inyto driver-side of the vehicle,closing the door behind her. 

Suddenly out of nowhere, motorcycles roared straight at her on both sides of the vehicle with MP5 submachine guns clutched in their grip. Nicky shoved the Chevrolet Blazer into reverse and sped backward.

It was no surprise to her that, someone, had wanted her dead before she even got too close to whatever she had been looking for. Now she knew for sure that everything somehow had to be tied to Russtech Ammunition and Thunderstorm.

She braked hard-right, reaching into her shoulder holster with her free hand  and withdrew her She lowered the window, firing twice the biker's body, jerked at the same time as the round sparked the metal

The gunmen selected automatic fire on their MP5 submachine guns as they opened fire on the Chevrolet, rounds riddled the vehicle with roles. The car flew backward, forcing the motorcycles to split. Nicky swung open the door as she leaped out with her pistol trained on the gunmen. 

She emptied the clip at the biker on the right, and the gunmen tumbled off onto the ground. The biker sped away just as some tires came screeching to a halt. A woman with naturally dark black-brown hair, and piercing green eyes, protruding out the window gripping IMI Desert Eagle Mark XIX Magnum 50 caliber semi-automatic pistol.

Most agents carried Sig Sauer P226, but she wasn't like most agents. No, she was the International surveillance and Intelligence Agency best agent. It was no wonder that she carried such a powerful pistol with her.

The woman cocked the hammer on her semi-automatic pistol before she pulled the trigger firing a 50 caliber round that was the size of a beer bottle. The bullet flew out the barrel at the speed of 2600 feet per second.

The bikers head split open like a melon as he tumbled off the motorcyle, while The other gunmen fired some shots at her. The agent swiftly pivoted as she fired a round into the gunman as the motorcycle crashed into a truck. After that, she slipped her pistol back into her shoulder holster, sauntering over to Nicky.

"  Nicky, you can lower your weapon. We're on the same side. I"m agent Harper Medley. I know that you're an agent for the CIA." the woman stated

Nicky lowered her suppressed pistol, slipping it back into her shoulder holster. She shrugged,as her eyes narrowed. "   You want to tell me why your Agency is looking into  Operation Thunderstorm for and what you kind  you have intel on it?"

"We suspect that someone high up in  in the intel community is working with the Russians to overthrow;  Venezuela. Digby was supplying me with intel on OperationThunderstorm. He must have known something that got him killed?"

Nicky reached into her pocket and pulled the piece of paper with the message on it and, handed it over to Harper to read. She grabbed it from Nicky as she read it.

" I know  is that he was  suppose to meeting with an agent from Berlin Station assigned to the South America desk before however  the agent was killed by an asssassin. Now I don't believe in coincicendences but I think the same assasin killed Digby. I did  come across a file  on his computer   marked Russtech Ammuntion." Nicky told her.

Harper froze for a second where she had heard the name before. Of cours  it was when she had been in Kotor, Montenegro, on an op to meet one of her assets who had  intel on an arms dealer who had sold weapons to rogue nations. 

"I believe that Russtech Ammunition dispatched an assassin to kill my asset in Kotor. I found a casing for a 60 caliber round laying on top of some building rooftop," Harper replied.

"There's only one assassin that I know who uses a A.C.P 60bullet and created it and she's free-lance but also a weapons specialist for Russtech Ammunition. Azalea Elizabeth Grey," Nicky spoke.

"If Russtech Ammunition is behind Operation thunderstorm. It would certainly a lot but still the question of what is so important in Venezuela," Harper said in a curious cautious tone.

"My parents were counterintelligence officers assigned to C6. A classified counterintelligence Taskforce of the White Nights. But intel that I read in the redacted that Ruyan showed me suggested that they had gone rogue and that their op had deactivated. Now Digby leaves that message I showed telling me that Thunderstorm is active." Nicky exclaimed.

"Yes, I was given file on  Operation Thunderstorm when I started. And  I know about your parent's involvement in it. I thought the White Nights were deactivated and stopped after they failed to assassinate President Roberts," Harper inquired.

"They were stopped and destroyed after we had stopped them from assassinating President Roberts. We retrieved Ruyan's laptop before she got away in her helicopter," Nicky told her.

As they sauntered over to her Porsche 9/11, Harper wondered how powerful this Russtech Ammunition was? There was nodoubt in her mind that these gunmen were professional assassins, which meant that they had orders to kill those who were getting too close to the truth about the Operation Thunderstorm.

Nicky slipped her 22. Ruger back into her shoulder holster as she grabbed the door handle on the passenger-side climbing. While Harper climbed into the driver-side and closed the door behind her. They drove back down the street heading to Digby's office.

They pulled up into the parking lot outside Digby's dental office and parked. Harper and Nicky stepped out, grabbing the door handle as they sauntered over to where Summer, Orleana, Colt, and Alexandria were.

"Harper, what I'm about to tell is highly classified," Nicky told her.

"Yes, I understand," Harper replied.

"I'm not just an agent for the CIA but also for the Alpha Group, we are unofficially an unsanctioned black group that only answers to Director Hamilton, and President Roberts," Nicky stated.