by Justin
Agent Jamie? Yea, he was one of the best operatives the Hornets ever had. People say his aim was so sharp that he could shoot another man’s bullet right out of the air. But things went from bad to worse to quick that day, I tell you.
The enemy was a man named Dragunov, leader of the hostile army called the Dragons. He got his name from shooting his country’s previous leader dead between the eyes with a Dragunov sniper rifle.
Anyway, the Dragons were starting to become a problem for us Hornets, especially with the kind of pressure that was being put on our capital city, Heyworth. See, the Dragons, they wanted to take over and reform society around Heyworth, but we drove them out a couple years back. Now they are staying in some old abandoned city, Washerstown, D.C. or something like that. Nobody really remembers what was there before.
Jamie’s mission was simple: Assassinate Dragunov at his upcoming rally speech with the rebel supporters; however, the wind got real bad that afternoon, so the shot was basically a failure to start with. Don’t get me wrong. We all remained hopeful at the time. I mean it was Agent Jamie; he never missed a shot. Until that day that is. He missed by a foot and nailed Dragunov’s advisor right in the heart. All hell broke loose after that. Our other operatives were compromised, and riots broke out all around the square. One shot missed, and they gained the upper hand. Jamie went missing for a short while after that happened. I guess a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do when the burdens of a whole country once rested on his shoulders…
It was absolute chaos. The people with me at HQ were scrambling in a mad race to get the mission back on line, but we had lost all control over what was going on in the square. Our best agent was nowhere to be found, and the Dragons’ plaza went on complete lockdown. The lockdown ended up cutting off all communication we had with the men on the inside. That bullet should’ve been through Dragunov’s skull, and this war should’ve been over. But now with the threat out in the opne, the Dragons retreated back into their den.
At this point, the details get a bit fuzzy, since none of us intel guys had any eyes or ears in the area, so I’m just going to give you the secondhand account. Over the course of the next few months after that, our agents who were already on the inside went under the radar and took the mission into their own hands. A few of them were lost in the initial riots, but the ones that got to safety managed to hatch a plan to finish what Jamie couldn’t.
They were holed up in the ghettos of the city as they tried to get all the information and supplies they needed to infiltrate Dragunov’s mansion and take him out. How exactly did they go about doing this? We really don’t know, but what we do know is that once they were inside, the Dragons had no idea how badly the Hornets could sting. They were determined to kill and fix all the trouble Agent Jamie caused.
But, here’s the thing: Jamie showed his face again after all those months, and it was inside the mansion with those Dragons. You see…Jamie didn’t miss his shot at all. The whole thing was planned against us from the start, and now the enemy had the single most skilled fighter on this planet. None of our men ever came back, and the reason I know what happened behind the lockdown is because Jamie told us in a message that was accompanied by a personal message to our own president: “You’re next.”
