“Lola. We have a new mission for you.”
“A mission?” Lola Del Rio asks, “What kind of mission?”
“One that pays.” The man replies.
Lola Del Rio was a mercenary. They told her she was the best – and she was. There was no one in the entire world who was more infamous. She was wanted in at least 15 different countries, yet no one knew what she actually looked like – she was that secretive.She had long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. It was a heritage of her German decent. At this moment, she wore a midnight black jumpsuit, her suppressed M4A1 assault rifle hanging off of her back. Lola was what many people would call gorgeous, although she’d be likely to snap their arm off if they so much as said so.
Lola raises her eyebrows as the man explained the details of her possible new mission. Apparently BIPS was working on something big. No one knew what it was, or even where it was being made. But whatever it was, this man wanted it.
BIPS, or the Bureau of International Peace and Security, was a relatively new corporation that stood for peace between all countries of the world. It had been created two years ago, in the year 2018, and were already loved by all as they fought off evildoers and toppled dark corporations.That is, everyone except for people like Lola. Whenever people like her made a move, BIPS agents were all over them in a heartbeat. There were hundreds of BIPS agents worldwide, and nothing got past them. To put it simply, BIPS was like a large invisible shield, shielding North America from the mercenaries, assassins; black-market dealers and everyone else of the sort.
Lola would have loved to just bomb the bastards…except that was the problem. No one knew where they were, or who even belonged to this organization. According to this man had found one of the founding members. A man named Jordan Deturck.
“Then he must die…” I say, “A slow, painful death for what he has started,”
The man agrees, “Yes, but first, he will lead us to the rest…and to their base,”
“And from there, we can bomb it…and finally be rid of BIPS!” Lola exclaims, “But the question is, how do we get close?”
“Easy. I’ve managed to hack Jordan’s laptop. I’ve been monitoring him for the past month,”
“He is a very…lonely person. I need you too become his girlfriend. Posing as Lillian Baker, you will be the perfect girlfriend. With our information, you’ll be everything he wants and more. He’ll never suspect you,”
“You find out where his base is. From there, you can hack into their computer, and send them on a bullshit mission, allowing our forces to move in, take their prototype and blow it to kindom-come.”
“I like the way you think,” Lola says smirking, “this is going to be fun…”