SENSE OF HUMOUR (HCC 64)

Your Briefing:

Hannah Carmichael is a Super Spy, who was trying to take down CGT – the evil spy agency of which she used to be a part of. Her husband Zeke, was secretly working to take them down as well, and roped Hannah and her fellow agent (and best friend) Stephanie, into the fight. 
Hannah’s mother Evelyn was a known terrorist and CGT enemy, but now seems to have been on the same side all along. Her Father James, was believed to be dead and missing for over a decade, but has now shown up from his fight in the shadows to help take them down once and for all.
Hannah woke up without her memory, and is now relying on her family to help find her way back and stop CGT.
With a World War III event called ‘Cataclysm’ on the horizon, and Hannah trying to fight, and regain her memories, what will she and her team find out, and how will they stop CGT? 

SIXTY-FOUR

Sirens screamed through the street and Hannah whipped her around as agents from almost every department of government aimed their guns at the shooter. He stood, now in the middle of a human circle. Hannah tried to peek her head above the sea of black and grey suits, then turned to Zeke and shook her head, her own weapon by her side. “I can’t see who it is, but I think he’s surrounded,” she said with a small smile.

Zeke rolled his eyes, “At least you didn’t forget your sense of humour. We need a better vantage point,” he nodded towards the stage, which had held the leaders a few minutes earlier, nowhere to be seen now. Zeke started walking to the higher ground. After twenty minutes of static, James Carmichael’s voice finally came through their comms system, “Attack on the European Russia area has been neutralised. Status of the Middle East?”

“We’ve run into a small snag, report soon!” Stephanie Winchester replied in a frantic voice. Hannah stopped walking as a memory flash spun through her brain. Driving in the jungle, in the back of a truck with the woman called Stephanie yelling at the driver. She pulled up a big gun, shooting at another truck, which was following them.

Hannah shook her head and pushed the memory away, moving forward towards the stage, where Zeke was already climbing the steps.
“Why did CGT send a shooter? They already had the attacks planned,” she asked him as he climbed up the final step.
“They’re scrambling for Plan B, just in case.”

Gunshots from the middle of the human circle sent shockwaves through the area. Shouts from agents and shooting from behind SWAT shields erupted as bullet casings flew into the air. Hannah closer to the makeshift stage and Zeke aimed his gun in the direction of the shooter, his face suddenly white.

As Hannah reached higher ground, she looked into the middle of the circle, where the blood continued to soak through the shirt of the shooter. He lay, motionless, his face familiar, but Hannah couldn’t place it.
“We have to get out of here,” Zeke said, his voice shaking as he swallowed hard.
“Why, who is it?” Hannah let him pull her hand down the stairs and ran towards their car, slamming the doors.

They flew out of the parking lot and Hannah reached up, pressing the transmitting button on her inner ear communications. “Shooter at the Peace Talks is neutralised, on our way back to The Palace,” Hannah exhaled and closed her eyes.
“Who was that Zeke?” She opened her eyes again and looked over at the man who was apparently her husband, “your face went dead white when you saw him.”

He sat silently for a minute then shifted in his seat, “That was my boss.”
“What do you mean your boss? At the Defence Strategic Policy-“
“Yes. It was my boss. It was Oliver.”

 

Author’s Note:

Thanks for reading the latest instalment of the Hannah Carmichael Chronicles! Hannah will be back Soon for the next part of her adventure – we both look forward to seeing you there!
Christy Grace