The blonde woman extinguished another cigarette, studying the dossier in front of her. Soon it would be time to return to the Fatherland, and this time she would be bringing with her a new ally, and a means to help recruit the worlds greatest heroes to the rightful side of this war.
Fausta had been in the U.S too long for her liking, yes it had given her time to meticulously research her opponents and find an integral part of her plan, but she was till waiting on the final piece.....
It had been over a week since she last heard from her squad in Africa, they had found the lost tribe and were to be closing in, and then........ nothing.
She brushed a lock of her blonde hair back and lit another cigarette, and strode to the window her heels clicking on the marble floor. Staring into the sky she quickly became lost in her thoughts.
Her phone ringing brought her back to reality, and in a pitch perfect Brooklyn accent she answered "GW imports and exports. How can I help you?"
"I have the item" an English voice replied "unfortunately......there was a fire. The tribe and the rest of the platoon are no more. Only I walked away"
"Excellent" replied Fausta, her red finger nails separating the pictures of her targets out on her desk, before lifting one from the pile...... "Just excellent" she mumbled replacing the receiver on the hook, and throwing the picture on top of the pile.
It's a picture of.....