He had fallen for my trap weeks ago. A phishing link had revealed his location to me. But this game of 4d chess wasn't one I could win easily. He was a master of disguise, moving from one location to another with the stealth of a shinobi. I had finally tracked him down to a motel 6 in Arizona. I stalked him like a mountain lion stalks a deer. But he wasn't easy prey. He was one of the highest ranking members of the IT, an elite terror cell who's main purpose was to terrorize the CO agency. An agency who wanted him. Dead or alive. I knew he knew I was stalking him. I had him pinned down. He was a master of evasion and counter survillance, but he wasn't leaving this motel without me knowing. It was 1 am, a storm had just rolled in and I knew this was the time to strike. There was no point in a entering stealthily. It would be quick and brutal. As I crawled to his door I knew he would expect me. I dove threw his window and had my pistol trained on him. He was prepared and let off shots at me first. We emptied our magazines and neither of us was hit. He took his stance and I took mine. We circled each other. I looked him dead in the eye. This was a man who had killed with his bare hands before, but I wasn't afraid. Blow after blow we both still stood. I faked a punch and kicked him in the liver. He fell to his knees. I took my blade out and put it to his neck. He looked up at me and said "Kill me and this whole place goes up in smoke. I didn't know if he was bluffing or not, but knowing sigmas MO I couldn't take the chance.
