Disclaimer: I do not own either of the Mission: Impossible series or any of the characters therein. I receive no compensation or any other tangible benefit from this story. I am just a fan who enjoys taking the team out for an adventure every now and then. 🙂
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Nemesis Chapter 1
Prologue
The white pickup truck came to a stop in a thicket of tall trees which all but concealed it from view. From their vantage point, the truck's two occupants could see the large gray warehouse through a small clearing.
The man in the straw hat placed his field glasses to his eyes and watched the men as they worked. After a while, he zeroed in on the man he was looking for. Each day a new man was added to the work crew, the man in the straw hat came to check things out.
The new man was straddling a two-by-four, pounding nails into the roof.
"Who is he, Kyle?" Straw Hat growled to his dark-skinned companion sitting behind the wheel.
"His name's Robert Mitchell," answered Kyle. "His rap sheet says he was caught smuggling heroin across the border. Apparently, he killed a couple of guards and got sentenced to some pretty hard time."
Straw Hat frowned as he continued to stare at the man. "He doesn't look the type to get his hands dirty," he observed. "It makes me wonder if he's part of an American team."
Kyle stared at his employer. "If so, this is the first American team that's made a move."
"Yeah," responded his leader, "But it's not anyone I was hoping for." Without taking his glasses down from his face, he gave the order. "Kill him."
"Why?" Kyle wanted to know.
Straw Hat jerked the glasses down and the look in his eyes caused his companion to recoil slightly. "You dare to ask the question?" he demanded.
Kyle swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, sir," he answered quietly. He grunted a command into the two-way radio.
Within seconds, the man sitting nearest to Mitchell raised his hammer and slung it into the side of the American's head. There wasn't even a grunt as Mitchell slipped off the two-by-four and landed with a sickening thud on the ground below. None of the other men working on the building crew even seemed to take notice.
Satisfied, Straw Hat lowered the binoculars. "If he was part of an American team, it means they're getting closer. Very soon, Kyle, I will have the one I've been after for such a long time."
Kyle nodded, and wordlessly he put the truck in gear and drove away.
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