Pablo Ochoa pt1

"Who's he?" Dutch looked at the screen.

"Pablo Ochoa is a Columbian national, currently 55 years old." A started to narrate.

"Wow, you guys haven't gotten a photo since then." Dutch looked shocked with the hologram she thought that the technology in this world was a lot more advance than she first thought.

Pablo looked to be in his early to mid thirties', now knowing they didn't have a updated photo of him, she started to question it.

She knew all to well how people in the future could easily get photos of people without their knowledge. Even if they were in hiding.

"This is an updated picture taken only three years ago. In this world, it's better to not judge a book by its cover." A tapped the table as she talked. The scene changed from Pablo to the rainforest.

"Ochoa has a supply of clones delivered to him for the sole purpose of either harvesting their organs to stay young and healthy or his own personal army." She zoomed into compound. They were so close Dutch could see the faces of the guards.

She looked closer she saw a bar code on the back of a guard's head. "Hitman..." 

A had a sharp glint as she looked at Dutch. She didn't speak just smiled lightly. 

Seeing this Dutch sat back. "What?" 

"Oh nothing, but anyway from the little information I gave you, you think you can kill him." A analyzed Dutch as she questioned her.

"Is he a super soldier?" 

"No," 

"Are his clones/guards physically enhanced?" 

"Yes, the clones are enhanced on their own. The Doctor recently got his hands on the formula, which helped significantly with his research." 

Dutch paused for second. She had to get through a army of super clones to kill one person.

Now that she thought about it the payment she was getting might not be enough. 

"Also each clone was programmed in a way that helps them not feel anything not even pain." A smiled 

"We can try to lure him out then...." Dutch pondered out loud.

"Nope, Pablo is a very paranoid man. He won't leave the compound no matter what." A smiled obviously enjoying this.

"Ok, what about his associates? What exactly does he do? Why did he go into hiding? Where did he train?" Dutch was annoyed how would she be able to get to him.

"He owns a mid-tier criminal organization, specializing in trafficking cocaine. He has distribution routes all over the world.

His associates are not to be touched at the moment. Meaning you would have to go with another route.

After coming out of the French Foreign Legion, he decided to the to return to Columbia to start his empire only to face the Colombian cartels and many other organizations." A looked at Dutch who was getting annoyed by the second.

"How am I supposed to get to him?" Dutch huffed.

A shrugged, "that's for you to figure out. I'm just providing the information." 

"You haven't told me anything!" Dutch exhaled sharply as she turned her chair to face the side. 

She refused to get hot headed over this.

Dutch wasn't actually mad, in fact she had already thought of a way to kill him the problem was A was trying to finesse her out of a proper payment.

Dutch didn't actually care at first but the moment she heard about the super clones she knew she needed a raise.

And for all her hard work, "Fine, I'll give you money both real world and underworld, along with weapons." 

Seeing A speak so caual about this made Dutch nodded. She didn't say anything about this and went into thought.

Dutch furrowed her brows, "why is this so important to you? I know you want to expand your business but their seems to be something else..." 

"Stop asking questions. Otherwise you will no longer be an outsider." A warned with a smirk.

"Whatever I want this all written out. I need some camping things and a rifle." Dutch spoke lazily. She looked at the map. 

Tapping the table she zoomed into the screen with the compound. A looked at her amused. A wasn't the only one watching closely Dutch watched her hands to figure out how to work this thing.

Her face was straight and calm but her insides were screaming with joy. Although marvel wasn't her favorite it still had a lot of technology that she would happily try.

A stood up. Looking at Dutch she could see the gleam of excitement in her eyes. A small smile appeared on her face as she walked away. 

"I'll make arrangements now." She spoke before finally leaving the room.

Dutch sighed as she sat back in her chair. She tapped on the table again. A screen with Natasha showed up. 

She tapped again, "Nat!" She watched Natasha look up again. 

"Dutchess!" She called out as she looked upward.

"Yeah, hey look I just made a deal with that lady. I just have to kill a guy then I can send you back to the red room personally." Dutch said cheerfully. 

"You mean, all you have to do is kill somebody. Dutch you can't...." Dutch rolled her eyes annoyed. 

"Shut I'm going to save you then your free." Dutch saw Natasha narrow her eyes.

"And what about you?" Dutch sighed hearing Natasha.

"I'll be free too." Dutch spoke softly.

"No, you can-" Dutch didn't finish listening to her she quickly clicked off the screen. 

She went back to the footage of the rainforest. She scanned not only the compound but also the surrounding forest. She wanted to make sure her plan was actually doable.

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Meanwhile, in a brightly lit room. Twenty-five people stood around a monitor. They all watched with interest.

Step Step Step 

High heels clicking on the ground sounded behind them. Pulling their gazes away from the monitor, they all made way for the woman. 

"So, what do we think?" A looked around at everyone. She frowned seeing most of them looking at the ground. Not daring to look at her directly. 

"I like her, she got potential. Although I would say she seems to have alot of secrets." A tall man with a neat suit stepped forward. He had long brunette hair tied into a pony tail with a neatly trimmed beard.

"C, you like everyone. I think she's a risk. Definitely know more than she lets on. Probably plotting our demise as we speak. Also why give give her extra pay and why keep the ICA a secret. Also she has an obvious weakness..." A girl that looked to be around fifteen spoke without restraint. 

"B!" A looked at the petite teenage looking woman.

"Yeah?" B stopped talking looking at A confused.

"You're rambling, sweetheart." A smiled, stepping forward she ruffled B's hair.

"oh sorry, but really wha-" B was perpared to go on another ramble.

C quickly interrupted her saying, "You don't listen at all. I have already explained it to you. She takes out those five mad men. We take over their places, and since that one technically belongs to the red room, they'll be the ones facing the repercussions." 

"Oh, I understand!" B nodded in understanding, hearing C's quick explanation.

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"Hmm, so that's what your planning?" A red hair girl could be seen sitting on a bench. 

In a cold cell with nothing but a ball she sat bored. She tucked her hair back. A small clear device was revealed. 

"To bad that won't go the way you people think." Natasha muttered as she rolled her eyes. She laid back allowing her top half of her body to hang off the bench.

Dutch, you better hurry up, I'm getting bored. She complained mentally