Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for SIS Agent William, Taylor and Sofia (aka Aleksandra Petrova).

Hey people! This is my first story so I'd appreciate if you could R&R! Criticism is okay as long as it isn't rude!

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I was sitting in an outdoor café. My black heels tapped against the table leg as I waited for the massacre footage to load. Impatient, I looked away from my two way tablet and turned to the dark ages — the newspaper — for details instead.

'MASSACRE IN MOSCOW AIRPORT, 234 KILLED'

Below the headlines was a photo of the airport after the attack. There were white sheets almost everywhere, covering the bodies of the dead, and a yellow tape that ran all around them, holding back family and friends, who appeared to be wailing in agony.

I sighed, picking up my cup of hot chocolate and taking a sip. The warmth of the drink felt good going down my throat, as it was nearly freezing outside. Snow covered every patch of grass, and made a thick layer on the roofs of cars that were parked. I tightened the scarf around my neck and straightened my coat. I regretted not wearing gloves as my fingers were getting paler by the minute.

A little 'ping' brought my attention back to my tablet. It was a message.

I hacked into the security footage like you told me to and got it. –E

Thanks. Send it over. –S

Are you sure you want to see this? I watched a bit of it and it's ugly. Don't do this to yourself, it's not your fault. –E

Appreciate the advice, but no thanks. –S

It took a few seconds, in which I imagined my friend pursing her lips together and cursing at me, before the footage was sent to my device. I plugged in my earphones as it started to play. I forwarded it to 08:41:20.

Five men stepped out of the main elevator. They were all wearing bullet-proof vests over their suits. Each held a M240 in his hands. The people in the airport didn't notice them at first, but then slowly they started to. And their eyes went wide with terror.

Things began going haywire as the men started firing at the civilians. People screamed, and pushed trying to get out of the way. The security guards pulled out their pistols, but they were no match up against the Russians. Emily was wrong. This was more than ugly. It was a bloodbath that was leaving heaps of carcasses bleeding out and thousands of families torn. An entire nation in mourning. I paused the video.

And to think you could've prevented this. I snapped at myself for thinking that. Not. My. Fault.

Yes. Not your fault that you are so stupid, so oblivious and so hasty. I pinched the bridge of my nose as I suddenly felt impure and polluted. Like I'd extinguished hundreds of souls. My eyes fell on the face that was frozen on my tablet's screen.

Vladimir Makarov.

My brother.

My bloody, bastard of a brother had burnt innocent civilians as a 'screw you' to me, all because I (with Emily's help, of course) had managed to foil one of his previous plans by intercepting transmissions between his men and informing the right authorities in the nick of time. And he even had the audacity to taunt me right before it happened by sending a message to my IP Address, inviting me to visit the airport.

The sound of a car pulling up along the sidewalk grabbed my attention. In my peripheral vision, I saw two men in suits exit a black sedan that looked like a government-issued vehicle. I slowly realised they were coming towards me.

I turned off my tablet, and pulled out my earphones, just as the two men stopped before me. I sized them up.

One was tall, with a lean build, perhaps in his late twenties. He seemed to be fidgeting a little. Inexperienced. The other one was a few inches shorter, his hair partially greying, and a stern look etched on his face.

"Aleksandra Petrova?" The shorter one asked.

"How can I help you?" I asked, still seated. They looked dangerous.

"Special Agents William and," he jerked his head towards the taller one. "Taylor. SIS. We'd like you to come with us."

"What does MI6 want from me?" I questioned, calmly putting my tablet back into its cover.

"We just want to talk with you." Special Agent William said.

"Alright then." I got up and walked towards the car. Great. More trouble. Special Agent Taylor opened the back door for me. I slid in just as he shut the doors, and buckled up.

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"I already told you. I didn't tell the CIA anything."

William sighed in frustration. Even Taylor looked like he was getting annoyed. This was nearly the hundredth time they had asked me the same question and I was giving them the same answer.

They'd brought me to the MI6 headquarters and had put me in an interrogation room. Apparently I had given the CIA an anonymous tip about the Airport Massacre minutes before it happened. Of course I did. And of course, I wasn't going to tell them that.

"Yes you did." The older agent growled. "You tipped the CIA about the massacre right before it happened."

"I didn't. And even if I had, it's supposed to be anonymous. The CIA isn't supposed to trace anonymous tips."

"Not unless they believed the tip came from a terrorist."

"Whatever. I still don't get one thing though. If I'm in trouble with the CIA, why is MI6 investigating me?"

"The CIA called and told us to apprehend you. We're not investigating you; we're only holding you." Taylor explained.

"So technically I don't have to answer you." I said, smirking.

William turned and glared at his subordinate. Taylor apologized, his eyes fixed on the ground.

The door opened. I looked up.

It was a man who looked like he was in his early fifties. He had a caterpillar moustache that was cleanly shaved at the ends. He was wearing an army combat uniform, and the name sewn to the right side of his chest read 'SHEPHERD'. On his head laid a black 4 star beret. A lieutenant general.

This is about to get interesting I thought as I sat back in my chair.

"Men," General Shepherd started in his low and gravelly voice to the agents. "The CIA appreciates your help. I'll take it from here."

William glared at me before exiting the room. Taylor shuffled out right after him.

General Shepherd closed the door behind them. He then walked towards the table in the middle of the room. He pulled the chair that was for the interrogator and sat opposite me.

"Aleksandra."

"What?"

"You're in a hell lotta trouble girlie. Tipping the CIA of a mass massacre right before it happens? Makes you look like you were tauntin' em'."

"I wasn't." I hissed defensively. "I was trying to save lives."

"I know. But the rest of the CIA doesn't view this in the same light as you and I do." General Shepherd paused, and leaned forward. "I can help you. Help you get out of trouble. If you tell me how you found out about the massacre."

I looked into his eyes.

He was right. I was in quite a lot of trouble. And if he was my ticket to getting out of it, I should listen to him. But I wasn't going to tell him everything. He certainly didn't need to know about Vladimir being my brother.

"I intercepted burst transmissions between Makarov and his men. But it took me a while to figure it out." I shook my head, frowning, pretending to be pissed off at myself. Wasn't that hard. "Should have worked faster. Could've saved lives."

General Shepherd ignored my last comment. "Makarov's good. Intercepting transmissions from him are hard, because they're nearly impossible to trace. The CIA's been trying to do that for quite a while, and they haven't gotten anything. How did you?"

"Because I'm better. Better than Makarov, better than the CIA." And by I, I meant Emily.

"I need men, and women, like that."

"Why?"

"For my taskforce."

"Your taskforce?"

"Yes. Task-Force 141. Best hand-picked group of warriors from around the world gathered together with one, and only one motive. Kill. Makarov."

"I've got quite a number of men there. And they've been doing a really good job on the field. But we're not getting any closer to Makarov. You know why? Because our intel is constantly off. With you and your tech skills, that won't happen. You might just be to key to finding Makarov and killing him."

"Do you accept my offer?"

I thought about it for a while. I'd just graduated, and so I wouldn't have to worry about my studies. I did worry about Emily though. She'd be lonely, but then again, it wasn't as if we couldn't keep contact. If I was going to be hacking into high-level stuff, I'd definitely need her help. And a taskforce whose main objective was to kill Vladimir meant that they'd be in the front lines, meaning I could do more damage assisting them then I could in my college dorm room with my roommate. I smiled.

"Yes."

General Shepherd nodded, his face breaking into a thin smile. "Then pack your bags."