Zack Manstor

[Scene: Black Watch Director's Office - Year 2010]

Zack: No, no, no, no, NO! I am not working with some young agents.

Director: that wasn't a question. It was an Order.

Zack: And since when do I follow orders?

Director: Since now. This mission requires a combination of experience and fresh talent. It's an opportunity for you to share your expertise and shape the future of Black Watch.

Zack: (grudgingly) Fine, but they better keep up with me.

[The scene switches to the briefing room, where Agent 47, Fire Wall, Shadow, waiting for Zack and The Nailer to arrive.]

Agent 47: I'm excited to work with Zack Manstor, the legend him self.

Fire Wall: Yeah, I've heard stories about his remarkable skills and daring missions.

Shadow: What's so special about one old dude?

Agent 47: DUDE!? are you kidding me? Zack isn't just some "old dude." He's one of the most renowned agents in the entirety of Black Watch. His reputation speaks for itself.

Fire Wall: I heard he took down an entire army single-handedly.

Agent 47: I heard he eliminated five targets in a crowded bar without anyone noticing.

[The Nailer walks into the briefing room, greeted by the team.]

The Nailer: Hey, guys. Whats up?

Agent 47: Shadows here thought Zack Manstor was just some old dude.

The Nailer: Dude! Shadows, are you out of your damn mind? Zack is a living legend.

[Just as the team finishes their conversation, Zack enters the briefing room.]

Zack: Took you all long enough. Let's get this briefing started.

Shadow, surprised by Zack's arrival, blurts out without thinking.

Shadow: What?! You were the one who was late!

Zack chuckles and shrugs off the comment.

Zack: Tomato, tamato. Doesn't matter. We're all here now, so let's focus on the mission at hand.

Fire Wall: hey zack its a honor to meet You, im Fire Wall.

The Nailer: I'm The Nailer, Never missed a shot.

Shadow, visibly irritated, interjects.

Shadow: Shadows.

Zack looks at Agent 47, pointing directly at him.

Zack:name?

Agent 47, misunderstanding the question, starts to respond with his real name.

Agent 47: Oh, my name is...

Zack: Idiot, code name!

Agent 47 quickly corrects himself.

Agent 47: Apologies. My code name is Agent 47.

Zack takes a moment to gather his thoughts before briefing the young agents about the mission. He looks at each of them, his eyes filled with a mix of confidence and impatience.

Zack: Alright, listen up. Our mission is to infiltrate a heavily fortified Russian base and eliminate a high-ranking FSB agent. This agent has critical information about Black Watch that cannot, under any circumstances, go public.

Fire Wall raises her hand, seeking clarification.

Fire Wall: How do we infiltrate the base? Do we have any intel on its security measures?

Zack: Oh, no not at all, we're just going to go in blind and hope for the best. NO idoit we obviously have intel. We've gathered detailed information on the base's security measures, guard rotations, and possible entry points.

The Nailer, eager to contribute, speaks up.

The Nailer: What's our plan for extraction of the FSB agent?

Zack: Extraction, huh? Well, listen up, "Shadows". This isn't some military operation. We're dealing with sensitive intel here, and what part of " CAN NOT GO PUBLIC" do you not undertsand. We're going to do what it takes to make sure this base and everyone in it dies with out a link back to black watch understod?.

The Nailer, slightly annoyed, interjects.

The Nailer: Sir, my name isn't Shadows. It's The Nailer.

Zack shrugs dismissively, his cocky attitude unabated.

Zack: Whatever. I'm not good with names. Just make sure you can handle yourself out there, "shadows".

Fire Wall musters up the courage to speak.

Fire Wall: Um, killing everyone in the base? Isn't that a bit... extreme?

Zack chuckles, oozing confidence.

Zack: Extreme? Maybe. But this is Black Watch, and we don't play by the rules of ordinary agencies. We'll kill every single agent in that base, leaving nothing but a trail of destruction. No witnesses, no loose ends. That's how we protect our secrets.

Shadows, still processing the magnitude of the mission, raises a valid concern.

Shadows: What about backup? Do we have a contingency plan?

Zack smirks, his confidence unwavering.

Zack: Backup? If I have to brief another 20 agents on this mission, the Russians will transfer that fucking intel and along with it black watch goes down. I can't afford to count on 20 different agents to do their jobs. I need a tight-knit team that i know wont mess up.

Shadows, still puzzled, pushes further.

Shadows: But you're willing to trust four young agents?

Zack's expression turns serious, his gaze fixed on Shadows.

Zack: Trust has nothing to do with it. The Director believes in your potential, and I don't want to mess with that son of a bitch. The last thing I need right now is a desk job.

Agent 47: Zack i understand you dont have the time or the trust to breife 20 other agents , but what if we encounter unexpected resistance or reinforcements during the operation? we need a contingency plan.

Zack stares at Agent 47, his expression firm and unwavering.

Zack: Agent 47, enough with the questions. We've already covered the necessary details. Your job is to follow orders, adapt on the field, and complete the mission. Now, stop wasting time and get your gear. Meet me here in one hour. Dismissed.

[Scene: Black Watch Locker Room]

Agent 47 and Shadows stand side by side in the locker room, donning their gear and preparing for their upcoming mission. The room is filled with a sense of anticipation and tension.

Agent 47 breaks the silence, expressing his concerns about the mission.

Agent 47: Shadows, have you thought about the mission plan? It seems a bit... risky, doesn't it? Killing every agent in that facility. It's not something we're accustomed to.

Shadows, sharing Agent 47's unease, nods in agreement.

Shadows: Yeah, it's definitely a bold move. Taking down an entire facility like that raises some serious questions. But hey, we're Black Watch. We're supposed to be the best of the best, right?

Agent 47's brow furrows slightly as he contemplates Shadows' words.

Agent 47: That's true, but I can't shake this feeling that something's off. And it's not just the mission. It's Zack Manstor himself. I expected someone... different. The way he was described, the legends surrounding him... It's not what I thought.

Shadows, sensing Agent 47's disappointment, leans against the locker, crossing his arms.

Shadows: told you , Never meet your heros

Agent 47 nods, his disappointment mirrored in his eyes.

Agent 47: But i can't let that distract me. We're professionals, and our focus should be on completing the mission, We'll adapt if we need to, but for now, let's stay vigilant and support each other.

Shadows, his arrogance fading, offers a small smile.

Shadows: You're right, Agent 47. We'll stick together and make this mission a success.

[Scene: Russian Base]

The Nailer takes up a sniper position, hidden among the shadows, as Agent 47 and Shadows cautiously approach a corner in the base. The communication channel crackles to life.

The Nailer (over comms): Agent 47, Shadows, I've got eyes on one agent behind that corner. Proceed with caution.

Agent 47:Copy that , handle it

Shadows: (whispering) Just another day at the office, huh?

Agent 47: (smirking) Something like that.

a single gunshot echoes through the air.

Agent 47: Nailer, is he dead?

The Nailer (over comms): Affirmative. One less problem for you to worry about. Proceed.

Agent 47 and Shadows cautiously advance, their senses heightened. They reach the corner and confirm that the area is clear.

Agent 47: Good work, Nailer. Let's keep moving.

They continue their mission, aware that their actions must be swift and precise. Meanwhile, Fire Wall is hard at work disabling the base's security systems, ensuring their path remains clear.

Zack, keeping a watchful eye, takes down the FSB agent guarding the door leading to their target. His shot is quick and accurate, eliminating the threat without hesitation.

Zack: Fire Wall, hurry up. We don't have much time. Get those security systems offline.

Fire Wall: Almost there, Zack. Just a few more seconds.

Agent 47 and Shadows make their way inside the facility, their footsteps echoing through the dimly lit corridors. As they assess the situation, Shadows suggests they split up to cover more ground and gather valuable information.

Shadows: Alright, Agent 47. We need to gather as much information as possible. I'll take the eastern wing, and you head to the western wing.

Agent 47 nods in agreement, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

Agent 47: Understood, Shadows. Be careful.

They part ways, each heading in their designated direction. Agent 47 listens intently to the conversations of FSB agents as he discreetly makes his way through the facility. As he approaches a corner, he overhears two FSB agents speaking in Russian . They seem unaware of his presence.

FSB Agent 1: Эти миссии становятся все опаснее с каждым днем. Я скучаю по своей семье. Надеюсь, что скоро смогу их увидеть. (These missions are getting longer by the day. I miss my family. I hope I can see them soon.)

FSB Agent 2: Понимаю, мой друг. Мы все жертвуем ради общего дела. Но в такие моменты мы помним, за что мы боремся. (I understand, my friend. We all make sacrifices for the greater good. But it's moments like these that remind us of what we fight for.)

Agent 47 continues to eavesdrop, trying to translate everyrthing in his head. Suddenly, he feels a cold sensation on the back of his head as an FSB agent holds a gun to his head.

FSB Agent 3 : Кто ты? За кем ты работаешь? (Who are you? Who do you work for?)

Before the FSB agent can react, a precise sniper shot pierces through the window, hitting the FSB agent in the head. The agent crumples to the ground lifelessly.

The other two FSB agents quickly turn towards the source of the gunshot, opening fire on Agent 47. With his exceptional reflexes, Agent 47 swiftly dodges the incoming bullets and retaliates with two precise headshots, neutralizing the FSB agents.

The Nailer: you good agent 47?

agent 47: im ok

[Scene: Russian Base] As the gunshots echo through the facility, we switch to Zack, who has already taken down seven FSB agents. He takes a moment to catch his breath before communicating with Fire Wall through their comms.

Zack: Fire Wall, you hacked the security system, right?

Fire Wall: Yeah, that's correct. I have full access to the cameras.

Zack: Good. Use the cameras to check how many people are behind the door in front of me. I need to know what we're up against.

Fire Wall focuses on the security cameras, her eyes scanning the footage for any information.

Fire Wall: Zack, I see five armed individuals behind the door. Looks like they're on high alert.

Zack: Five, huh? That's manageable. Keep an eye on their movements and give me updates.

Fire Wall: Will do, Zack. Stay sharp.

Zack holsters his weapon and takes a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the upcoming confrontation. He approaches the door cautiously, knowing that he needs to eliminate the threat without hesitation. As he gets closer, he can hear muffled voices and the sound of shuffling footsteps from the other side.

Zack: Nailer, stay in your sniper position and provide cover fire if needed. Agent 47 and Shadows, I need you to rendezvous with me at the door. We're going in together.

Agent 47, who has just dealt with the FSB agents, acknowledges the instruction.

Agent 47: Understood, Zack. On my way.

Shadows responds with a hint of excitement in his voice.

Shadows: Finally, some action! I'm on my way, too.

Agent 47 moves stealthily through the facility, closing in on Zack's location. His training and instincts guide his every step as he maintains a vigilant eye for any signs of danger.

As he rounds a corner, he spots the target, a high-ranking FSB agent, Agent 47's trained eyes lock onto the target, his finger lightly pressing against the trigger of his silenced pistol. He takes a deep breath, steadying himself for the crucial moment.

Agent 47: (in a commanding tone) HANDS UP DO NOT MOVE.

Agent 47: (over comms) target found start heading towrds me

The FSB agent, with a hint of defiance in his voice, responds in a Russian accent.

FSB Agent: You are on the wrong side of this. trust no one

As the tension rises, the FSB agent's gaze shifts, catching sight of Zack in the distance. Something in his expression changes, and he addresses Agent 47 once more.

FSB Agent: Listen to me , S.H.A.D.E.

Before Agent 47 can react, the FSB agent swiftly retrieves a concealed pistol from his pocket. In a shocking turn of events, he raises the weapon to his own head and pulls the trigger, ending his own life.

Agent 47 is momentarily taken aback, his eyes widening in disbelief. The echoes of the gunshot reverberate through the air, a haunting reminder of the high stakes and dangers they face.

Agent 47 quickly regains his composure, his professional demeanor taking over. He scans the area for any potential threats and communicates over the comms to update the team.

Agent 47: (over comms) Target eliminated.

Agent 47 and Zack stand amidst the aftermath of the intense encounter, their eyes locked in a moment of shared understanding. Agent 47 breaks the silence, his voice filled with anticipation.

Agent 47: What now?

Zack's gaze remains steady as he delivers his next command.

Zack: Now, we clean this up.

[10 minuts later]

Zack takes a matchstick from his pocket, striking it against a rough surface. The flame flickers to life, casting an eerie glow across his face. With a swift and deliberate motion, he throws the matchstick into the sea of gasoline-infused air.

A trail of fire ignites, racing across the floor and climbing up the walls, devouring everything in its path. The intense heat and roaring flames create a spectacle of destruction and chaos.

As the flames dance around them, Zack and Agent 47 survey the burning base. The crackling of fire and the acrid smell of smoke fill the air. Zack turns to Agent 47, a perplexed look on his face.

Zack: Hey, I saw the FSB agent said something, but I couldn't hear. What did he say?

Agent 47, his mind racing, considers his response carefully.

Agent 47: He told me, "иди на хуй" .

Zack, not understanding the meaning, raises an eyebrow.

Zack: And that means?

Agent 47: It means, "Go fuck yourself."

Zack's eyes widen, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face.

Zack: Well, isn't that charming. Seems like our friend had quite the parting words.

Agent 47 nods, a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.

Agent 47: Indeed. It seems he wasn't too pleased with our presence.

Zack smirks, appreciating the irony of the situation.

Zack: Well, Let's wrap things up here and make sure there's no trace left behind.