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His name was commander Christopher Lupin of the 3rd special unit division. The commander was 6’2 but far from lanky, his body was thickly covered by muscles, the product of many hours in the gym and special ops training. His light brown hair and neat crew cut gave him aura of respect. “HOLD ARMS” yelled the drill sergeant as Lupin climbed out of his car. “At ease” he commanded calmly. “ At this time you will have no idea what you are doing hear, you have been chosen to be my men for a field operation in Cuba. The aim is to act as weapon buyers for the Iraqi black market, we will be attempting to get our hands on some crude, but still very dangerous chemical and nuclear weapons. This will enable us to examine what Cuba is keeping away from the eyes of America, and put a stop to overseas illegal trading that is coming out of Cuba” Lupin came to a close leaving a eerie silence within the empty aeroplane hanger. “Any questions,” he paused for a few seconds “good, we are leaving on Sunday 23rd, pack tourist style. That will be all drill sergeant” he turned on his heel and made back to the car hearing the sergeant commanding the men back towards there quarters behind him. He slipped his aviator glasses of his nose and placed them carefully hanging from his breast pocket. They were genuine air force issued aviator glasses, his father had given them to him he day of his graduation from secret services academy with grades at the top of his class. Since that day he had taken them into every mission, they had become a sort of good luck charm, plus they mad him look cool as hell. He stepped of the boat Chris glanced down the pier. As expected his contact, Lennie Egartone was standing awaiting a Russian Scientist Dr Alex Swadventic. Chris quietly practised his “hello” and “how are u” with a thick accent as he made his way towards Lennie. “Welcome to Cuba Dr Swadventic” Lennie spat, “Mr Egartone, I expect everything to be in order”, replied Dr Swadventic with the practised accent, surprisingly similar to Lennie’s. “Please let me help you with ure luggage” Lennie offered as he leaned forward for the bags. “Tut tut tut, Lennie how stupid do u think I am, my assistant will take my bags thank you” Dr Swadventic snapped sharply, “as you wish, please follow me to the car” Lupin entered the car and glanced at his assistant murmuring something into the underside of his watch, Private Benjamin nodded and placed the bags by his feet. As the car started and wound its way through the street, Chris took in his surroundings, murmuring “right, three streets left…” as though making a map with his head. Cornel James Sander had been the head of American intelligence in Washington for just over 4 years. He had been in charge of supervising Commander Lupin’s operations several times since he had become Commander, and had been impressed with his clear thinking when in danger and attitude when in a difficult situation.
Approximate Word count = 2066
Approximate Pages = 8.3
(250 words per page double spaced)
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