Nathan Archer: Black Sun

[Harakiri]

Prologue:

 

Nathan Archer was bored beyond words. He had been sitting at CIA HQ, trying to stay awake. The whole night had been too long. There were a couple magazines lying around, but the only interesting thing he found was a Time article on spies. It was funny how the media made it sound like the best job, like spies were wrapped in luxury and ladies.

 

"First rule of the CIA, Ian Fleming knew jack about spies." Nathan's superior had told him quite a few years back.

 

After around twenty cups of coffee and a McDonalds meal, Nathan soon found himself being summoned to an emergency meeting.

 

Half asleep and walking like a zombie, Nathan was led into a large room with a long granite table in the center. A large plasma screen T.V was on one wall, the other had various news clippings.

 

Some members of the CIA were sitting around, and Nathan noticed his boss was not there.

 

In his place was Gordon, the tech specialist who barely spoke.

 

Nathan was heralded to a seat. The seat was midly comfortable...comfortable enough to take a nap in...

 

Nathan snapped up. He smelled coffee. He ran over to a small table in a corner with a coffee pot and some styrofoam cups. Nathan filled one of the cups up, and gulped it down. Some people looked at him like he was some kind of rude person...

 

Nathan noticed, so he filled his cup up again, and walked over to his seat.

 

"Sorry." Nathan said, taking a sip of his new cup of coffee. "Been a long night."

 

Gordon stood and opened a manila folder. He threw a bunch of pictures out that slid across the table top. Nathan looked at a couple of them, and took another drink. His eyes were giving out on him...

 

"Holy Mother of God!" Someone yelled.

 

"HOW?" Asked another.

 

Nathan rubbed his eyes. He then looked at the pictures.

 

"No way..." He said slowly.

 

The Oval Office was now painted red. A body lay slumped over the presidents desk. The head was missing. Thin [racist term]s were lying about mixed with the blood.

 

"Oh my god..."

 

The president had been shot.

 

"Whats worse, the presidents death was being discussed in the White House situation room when a bunch of terrorists attacked. A bomb was set up, and thanks to the efforts of one man, the bomb was disarmed, and the members of this new elite group of the Taliban were brought in." Gordons voice was grainy, and deep. Kind of odd since he was pretty lanky and he looked like someone who had been shoved into quite a few lockers in high school.

 

"The Taliban?" Nathan asked.

 

"Yeah, they work out of Pakistan, and are apparently quite the rebels. They have gotten into quite a few scrapes, and some of them oppose the Americans. Which is where these guys come in. Nathan, we are sending you out to Afghanistan this afternoon. You'll be able to get some sleep then. After this meeting, we are sending you to the hospital to meet this man. Then, you'll meet up with Lambert."

 

"Why am I going?"

 

"We need you to learn more about these Taliban Special Ops, and we need you to help someone out..."

 

"Who?"

 

"A certain Special Ops agent we had sent out there to watch those guys..."

 

"ZACH?"

 

"Yup. Your brother is getting hunted by an assassin. Not a Taliban, more like a man from Spain. He's using plastic surgery...but even if he is not Spanish, he looks like it with his surgery."

 

"Got a list of known Spanish assassins?"

 

"One. We suspect it is him. His name is Black Sun."

 

"Wait, isnt that the name of..."

 

"Yes, a gang operating out of Afghanistan."

 

"Doesn't this just keep getting more and more interesting..."

 

"Get out to Dulles at 2 O' Clock...but until then, get over to this hospital."

 

Gordon threw an address at Nathan. Nathan took it and walked out.

 

"Don't worry Nathan...only another six hours until you sleep again..."

 

 

 

Inside the hospital, Nathan watched as the new hero of the CIA woke up. He was pretty messed up, having gotten shot in the shoulder, and sliced up.

 

"I'm Nathan Archer."

 

"The craziest agent of the CIA."

 

"If I were not crazy, I would never have gotten us out of some of these situations."

 

"Whats up?"

 

"I am leaving to Afghanistan later. Got to meet a Special Ops man, and to learn more about this new Agency."

 

"Good luck."

 

"Thanks. Don't let the fame get to you. Your spotlight will be pointing at me pretty soon."

 

"Heh. Don't die out there."

 

"Me, dead? Without me, all of you will have to worry about is the whole security of America."

 

"Your to obsessed with yourself."

 

"No, I am just the best at what I do."

 

So Nathan left, grabbing a cup of coffee as he left...

[Harakiri]

Chapter 1: Meet up

 

 

 

Nathan slept through the whole flight to Afghanistan, dreaming of nothing but getting away from his job, and going on vacation. His job had taken him everywhere, but no place where he wanted to vacation. All the drug dealers in the Bahamas were dealt with by someone else, which meant he was stuck with terrorist situations. Fun.

 

Afghanistan was going to be terrible. It was going to be hot, humid, and dangerous.

 

Sleep might also be hard to come by.

 

After ten hours of flight, Nathan started dreaming of car bombs and people dying. A premonition? He did not know, and ultimately did not care. He was not going to wake up, even if the dream was turned into a nightmare.

 

Soon, the plane touched down. Nathan got up and stretched, yawning pleasantly.

 

He got up, hefted his bags over his shoulder, and got out of the cramped plane. While sleeping, Nathan had never even thought about the fact that this plane was full of cargo, and the one seat in the cargo cabin was cramped. Now, out on the tarmac, the heat beating on his back, Nathan heard the cracks in every joint of his body.

 

A guy in a haiwaiian shirt and khaki shorts was waving at Nathan. Nathan walked over to him and then noticed the bulge beneath his shirt, and the bullet proof vest.

 

"Pretty nasty out here?" Nathan asked.

 

"Horrible." Zach pulled his pistol from its holster beneath his shirt. "I need this everywhere. Can't even get a loaf of bread without having to pull this out. Run into quite a few bombs lately. One knocked me unconcious and that was just lovely I'll tell you. The hospitals around here, to die for..."

 

"Yes I'm sure..." Nathan pulled a pistol from underneath his shirt.

 

"Good, you came prepared." Zach laughed.

 

"Of course." Nathan exposed his chest to Zach, and showed the bulletproof armor he had been told to wear.

 

"Well, we got something to do...First of all, we got to buy you some more inconspicious clothes."

 

Nathan than noticed he was wearing jeans, and a Iron Maiden shirt.

 

"Thought I fit the American stereotype..."

 

"But not the stereotype for an American reporter, which is your alias here. Jack Baker, worked with the New York Times for a year, your first time out here in the Fertile Crescent. To strengthen your alias further, your getting interviewed by Good Morning America tomorrow."

 

"Oh lord..."

 

"I know. Well, come on, we better get you some new clothes, show you the "house" and get you out there "reseraching"." He put emphasis on researching.

 

Zach led Nathan to a jeep, an American driver up front. There was also a guy in the passenger seat, both were clad in military uniform, and one had a machine gun.

 

"Welcome to the closest thing to a jungle they have around here!" Zach said, hopping into the car. "The cities!"

 

They drove off, nothing much happening till they got to the "house".

[Bluejayfan94]

How did you know I love stories and movies invloving the CIA, FBI, or Military?

 

I really like this so far, can you continue soon please :roll:

[Harakiri]

How did you know I love stories and movies invloving the CIA, FBI, or Military?

 

I really like this so far, can you continue soon please :roll:

 

 

 

 

 

Whats up with the sarcastic eyes???

[Harakiri]

Chapter 2: The house

 

 

 

The "house" was a small rundown apartment complex just inside of a set of mountains. A beat up Ferari sat outside, dirt splattered against its red paint.

 

The jeep stopped outside, and the army guys got out. Nathan got out, and saw that two little kids were playing with a red ball outside. They were not too scared of the men with guns, and only slightly looked at them, before continuing their passes.

 

Zach walked over to them, and ruffled their hair.

 

"Great kids. This is Jackie, and this is Emily." Zach pointed to each in turn. They both said hello before playing some more.

 

"Trained them like dogs. Usually, kids fret when there are guns about."

 

"Remember where we are, and also, these kids were trained by me. They're my cover story."

 

Nathan laughed. "An American hanging around in a small village, with some kids. Great cover."

 

"Goes deeper than that. First of all, I am going to be painted up like a native tonight, and I know the language somewhat. Enough to get by. This is going to be easy. We can take on a whole set on Special Ops."

 

"And an assassin."

 

"The assassin is dead the next time he shows up. Your good at killing assassins Zach."

 

"Not really, the bit with the cargo freighter, I seriously screwed up."

 

"But you killed him."

 

"And also ended up in a coma for four months."

 

"Well, this time, you won't be anywhere near an anchor."

 

"Don't say the "A" word. Everytime anyone says that, I get a headache."

 

"So, the presidents dead?"

 

"Nice change of subject..."

 

"Really, I heard he was, and that this organization did it."

 

"Well, we're going to get them all."

 

Zach laughed softly. "I just got this feeling that Bin Laden is hiding with them..."

 

Nathan laughed too.

 

"Probably not. Still hiding in a cave..."

 

Zach just smirked and walked into the apartment building. It was more of a mansion. It was divided into two different houses, but they were connected way to closely.

 

"Welcome to my humble abode." Zach said, arms spread.

 

"Quit playing around, wheres the real stuff?"

 

Zach exhaled loudly. "Always want the real stuff..."

 

Zach walked Nathan into a large room. A dining room. He then pulled a panel off of the long table. He pressed a button on it, and the wall slid open, revealing a staircase.

 

"So your the Batman?" Nathan asked.

 

"And your Robin." Zach laughed.

 

It was always funny. The brothers were always joking on the battlefield, but during battle, they were more serious...

 

Zach and Nathan went down the stairs...

[Zonorhc]

There's a lot of dialogue that really isn't necessary.

 

 

 

Also, you're confusing your "your"s with your "you're"s.

[Harakiri]

There's a lot of dialogue that really isn't necessary.

 

 

 

Also, you're confusing your "your"s with your "you're"s.

 

 

 

 

 

I know....just trying to build character...since most people do not know the characters as much as I do...since I have written forty thousand short stories on them...

 

 

 

This is the rough draft for a Young Authors story for school...

 

I am writing a more mature one for...maturer people...

[Bluejayfan94]

There's a lot of dialogue that really isn't necessary.

 

 

 

Also, you're confusing your "your"s with your "you're"s.

 

 

 

 

 

I know....just trying to build character...since most people do not know the characters as much as I do...since I have written forty thousand short stories on them...

 

 

 

This is the rough draft for a Young Authors story for school...

 

I am writing a more mature one for...maturer people...

 

 

 

HEY! Thats no reason to make fun of some people... Not naming any names...