U.N.I.T.E.L: C.O.B.R.A's Colder War.

United

7 h

bruary

e outdoor bar of the Mews observing the crowded streets enveloped by th

ables in a cramped area. The space used to be Chloe's apartment, one of

bous glass of dry martini and a small chinaware bearing a cheese pattie, she ginge

ridge University. Her managerial astuteness was not in doubt as she had grown

6 operative - Britain's elite, Military Intelligence Section 6. And her

in the past months. All her attempts at ascertaining his sudden change of demeanor turned out to be an exercise in futility. She had equally obse

wn as Project Lotus, was been developed to curb the wanton excesses of hackers. While many, especially those within the immutable circle of computer geeks were skeptical

, feeling that it was meant to undermine their digital capacity particularly when it

an inquisition into Project Lotus, at the Security Council. Albeit, this re

th her years of experience in subversion and espionage, she had caught the eye of the Institutes Assistant Director, Reginald at a gala in Madrid

ed her the luxury of visiting the Institute and equally intimated her on

to come immediately because Reginald was 'dying to see her'. And

sable coat and jabbed the translucent screen. It was Pete- he had been given strict instructi

d curtly: 'H

e line was gritty and firm: 'I can see you

tion, she said, stirring the Martini with her bejew

tentions. If he needed sex, it was not such a difficult issue to spil

ocky fellow to me.' Pete replied amidst a slight e

ually winding down, Pete gasped in excit

observed Reginald, taking quick

lled you in the first place. Let me know if anything suspi

knew Grimy Harriet was a sobriquet for his ass

e said and deactivated t

hat his eyes bore sore bags while his chin and jaw concealed greying stubbles that irritated

ar. She signaled him. The gaunt-looking steward possessed a hideou

g of whiskey. The steward bowed

im mildly:

im: 'Thelma, I am at ends wits. Project Lotus is no l

ried. She attempted calming his fr

t the glass on the table and trudged back to the recess of the bar. She could feel h

Chloe to call you because my phone has been bugged.

d and frustrated by his seeming

you to alert the authorities. There is a shadowy organization that is hellbent on bringing about global chaos and anarchy. They are sophisticated and

gm dripping from his mouth. He clasped

hed for his empty glass - he had been poisoned. She cursed under h

sperated by the dreadful sight. Others simply walked out

words: 'It's C.O.B.R.A......When the three lions had concocted the specter in the fiery furnace o

atements my

around the Mews. She reached for

soned. Get an ambulance. I am ab

out sadly: 'Ju

show any emotions under such conditions, a flood of emotions drifted through her mind. He was a sweet soul after all. Thoug

while occupants besieged Reginald's lifeless body. She entered the r

om, looking for the

e Oscar, the obese barman

een any scar

ar replie

us not quit

ance: 'That's strange. I don't kno

weak thanks an

ed her mind. Where could

the opening. She squinted through the haze and caught the conspicuous scar on his

for the door knocking over tables and chairs. She w

's inert body. A siren could be heard shrieking from

gnored the call. He was probably seeking her con

-lit street. The adrenalin kicking in her system doused

mly lit streets, her heart pounding in her chest. Her long, flowing coat billowed behind her, e

ps echoing through the deserted alleyways. Scarface glanced over his shoulder, fear flickering in his e

w ragged, but she refused to give up. She was determined to capture her prey, confront him

hed to a halt ahead. The car door of the passenger's corner swung open automatically. In a sw

hope. Though Scarface had eluded her, she knew this was not the end. The chase would continue, fueled by