Free The Arena: The Awakening (1) by James Robert Scott Page B

Agency in the DC area called the Arena!!” he announced.
    You could have heard a pin drop in the room as both of them sat there with their mouths open, completely stunned by what he had said.
    “Eh?” coughed the balding man.
    “It would appear that I didn’t bury my wife two years ago” replied Hank. “From what I’ve found, this Arena team took her, rebuilt her and has been using her to kill off people who've threatened to expose their operations. All the cold cases are connected as they worked for an anti-government protest group called Freespeak who were about to expose them.”
    The boss just didn’t know what to say to all of this. In his years of working for the Bureau, he had dealt with some fickle clandestine agencies but nothing like this.
    “Where did you get that information from Hank?” he asked.
    Hank thought he would chance his arm at playing the boss' game and replied “Its better you don’t know that boss. Let’s leave it at that shall we?”
    The boss looked him directly in the eye as he knew Hank was testing his authority. He was, at this stage, prepared to allow him some slack considering what he had just found out.
    “OK. Right. We’re now in serious political realms here Hank. We need to tread carefully”. The boss spoke with authority on this course of action. “I need you to carry on as you were with your investigation but don’t share the information you’ve uncovered outside of this room.”
    “Agreed,” replied Hank.
    The balding man spoke. “I do actually have a lead for you to follow up for us Hank. Remember that Mercedes you had recovered in DC? The one that’s sitting with our CSI team in the Hoover Building as we speak? Well, a set of the number plates it used to get from Boston to DC hit the traffic cameras this morning and this afternoon. They’re now on a red Aston Martin and were last seen in the Brooklyn area near the waterfront in Brooklyn Heights. I want you to be on that first thing in the morning Hank. But for now, I need you to go home, have a good night's sleep and come in fresh tomorrow as I can see it being another busy day.”
    Hank, acknowledging that it would probably be the best course of action for the day, left the boss and the balding man sitting there and went home.
    After drinking a rather large Jack Daniels on ice, Hank hit the hay and tried to sleep. There was one thought, though, that kept going over and over in his head. “What if I can bring her back?”
     
    Chapter 13
    The Penthouse View
     
    The view from the penthouse was crystal clear. The late afternoon sun was shining, and there were clear blue skies overhead. The patio doors were open which lead to the balcony overlooking the Hudson River. As Mia looked through the 'scope of her rifle, she could scan the area she was targeting. As she looked around, she could see that the park area had quite a few people milling around and enjoying their view of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline. Through the 'scope, she scanned across to the bush where she had tied the scarf the day before. She could see that the weather conditions were perfect as there was no movement from it. There was an eerily calm atmosphere. Mia was lying on a table in the room, positioned back from the patio doors so not to be seen. She had an hour to go before the target was due on scene. The table she was lying on was solid oak but she was used to being uncomfortable before carrying out a mission. As the time ticked on, she put her earpiece in and checked in with the Arena. Once they had established that the mission was still on and that she was set, there wasn’t much radio transmission for Mia to listen to. There was just the occasional communications check to make sure she was still receiving. She lay there, still and focused, but her mind couldn’t stop wandering.
    She was thinking “What if the serum has less effect on her this time round? Would she be able to move? She had her memories back from a certain