...time he was summoned here, or any other Omega Class installation. He moved on.
Commander Bradly Stark stood up and moved around his office so that he could stretch his legs. He couldn't remember sitting for as long or for as often as he did these days. Was it better than being shot at?
He moved around the leather sofa and pretended to look at the dusty books on the book case. They weren't his, he assumed they came with the office. Maybe they were brought in from his predecessor. He never asked. None of them sounded like anything he'd be interested in reading.
The computer on Stark's desk beeped and when he walked back around his desk he could see the Omega seal Prominently displayed on his screen. Beneath it were both Alpha and Omega codes with names and data streams for him to view even though he didn't need to. Stark was the very man who assigned those codes.
Stark typed in his access code and the door to his office opened. Ryan Chase walked in like he owned the place and sat on the leather sofa that faced the desk. Stark just sat back in his leather chair and looked at the younger man. Neither said anything for a few minutes.
It must have been three, or maybe four before Stark finally spoke up.
"I've only issued a second Omega tag to the same person three other times in my lifetime." Stark grinned.
"Thats funny? How many tags have you issued?" Ryan spoke.
"Sixty Seven Ryan." Stark paused to pull a cigarette out of his desk and lighted it. He did not offer Ryan one. "The other two times, both men were pissed that I pulled them out of their new identities and new cushy life styles." Stark blew a puff of smoke out into the room.
"So why am I not pissed?" Ryan relaxed a bit.
"Exactly."
"That new identity you saddled me with wasn't all that cushy...but the crazy ex female agent you slid in as my 'wife' sure was. Cushy I mean." Ryan continued to stay calm. He'd been through this all before, or at least once before a while back.
"Her name was Theresa Whittle and I believe you killed her husband, took away her lively hood, and left her with a death mark on her head from the Columbians. Since you shared her bed nearly every night while working for us, it only seemed natural to include her in on your new identity." Stark finished his cigarette.
"Lets cut the shit Stark. You've recalled me because you have another 'ALPHA' you want me to put down. I'm here because I want something this time." Ryan took off his jacket, it was the only thing he had that was anything close to a weapon.
"You got something from me last time Ryan. You were spared prosecution from any crime and given a new life. Thats a lot my boy, some would say..." Stark was cut off by Ryan standing up and moving closer o the desk.
"It was nothing. You weren't honest about who your 'ALPHA' was and what he was up too. I was completely under prepared." Ryan seemed to be loosing his cool by the second.
"We told you what we knew. It may come to a shock to you Mr. Chase but we didn't know much about Archie Conner in the first place. That was part of the reason he was chosen for an 'ALPHA' classification in the first place. He was a recluse, and one who had amassed nearly enough power to be truely untouchable."
"Well you didn't call me away from renting cars for nothing. It must be right up my ally if you've called 'Ryan Chase' (Ryan hated that name. He'd been a car thief after all -before they got to him. It was like starting his name over and calling him self Michael Knight for gods sakes) back into your little club here."
"It is, as you say, 'right up your ally'. But why don't we step back a minute, you mentioned something about wanting something from me this time. I think we should spend a little time on that subject before we move forward." Stark lit up another cigarette and tried not to think too hard about the micro-explosive they implanted in Chase's head the last time they used him. Blowing the man up in his own office would be messy, besides. He really was perfect for the job.
"Its simple. This time I don't want an ID, a job, a fake wife or any kids. All I want is five million dollars and I'll disappear. You'll never hear from me again. Hell, you'll never be able to find me again."
"It would be cheaper to just kill you and train a navy seal to do it frankly." Stark mashed out his cigarette, stood up from his desk and fixed him self a drink at the bar in the corner. He deliberately put his back to Chase as a show of superiority.
"Then you're welcome to try Stark. Tell your guards outside to get ready." Ryan put his jacket back on and headed for the door.
"I can't promise you anything close to what you've asked for Mr. Chase. But what I can tell you is that I'll let you walk upon the completion of this assignment. Just walk away. Whether thats with arm fulls of cash, drugs, guns or what have you who's to say?" Stark turned around and took a sip off his drink. Again, he didn't offer Chase any.
Ryan stood at the door thinking about how much he hated fixing cars instead of stealing and racing them. How much he hated paying a mortgage and helping to take out the trash. He also remembered how, upon being sent to take down a weapons mogul over the Mexican border (to which he'd known nothing about) who was so powerful that he could appose the U.S. Government he didn't really have to do any of the killing or bloodshed at all. In the end it was other ennemies the 'ALPHA' had made that got him killed.
All Ryan had to do was make sure the pieces of his organization couldn't be put back together again. To do that he'd burned down his house and drove the mans own exotic sports car through his office for fun.
The entire eighteen months was like a big party filled with fast cars, beautiful women, lots of mind altering substances, and tons of fun that the cops bust up but he escaped to party another day without so much as a mark on his record. He'd loved it.
"Think of all the cash, and valuables that had been just laying around or at least easy to steal last time. All you could have taken away if you hadn't blown the place to bits." Stark finished his drink and finally did the sociable thing.
"Why don't you sit down and I'll fix you a drink. This new 'ALPHA' is right up your ally after all." Stark Grinned.
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