Yasenevo 11 Kolpachny
The Cold War has been over for decades, but the CIA still has a penchant for keeping tabs on its Russian sister agency. This provides covert operations officers like Agent Cynthia Fighting Bull a world of job security. Her current assignment—retrieving files on former Soviet nuclear scientists from the SVR archives—is going smoothly so far. Her ability to shape-shift is no doubt helping this along.
She operates under the guise of SVR Security Chief, General Anatoly Andropov.
Her operations officer, Dalton Clemens, talks to her over the radio earpiece, addressing her by her call-sign.
“Chameleon, your exit window closes in thirty seconds. Have you secured the package?”
“That’s affirmative; I’m almost done,” Fighting Bull responds.
After downloading the file, she pulls the jump drive out of the computer’s USB port and tucks it into her coat pocket. Clemens comes back in her ear.
“Chameleon, infrared is picking up movement in your direction.”
She taps her earpiece before responding. “I’m leaving now.”
As she proceeds to the exit, much to her surprise (and chagrin), she bumps into the genuine General Andropov. Mutually stunned by this encounter, they both pause.
“What the hell?!” Andropov blurts out in his native Russian.
Fighting Bull hesitates briefly as Andropov reaches for the H&K P-10 pistol in his left shoulder holster. Regaining her mental bearings, she kicks the pistol out of his right hand and follows through with a forceful roundhouse to the chest. The impact knocks the wind out of Andropov. He loses his balance and tumbles to the ground. She sprints out of the room just as the back of his head hits the floor.
A trio of security guards walks by to find one Andropov sprinting out of the archive room while another is sprawled on the floor. The guards are understandably confused by what they see. The real Andropov, struggling for air, orders the guards, “G-get him.”
The men pull out their Kalashnikov rifles and begin firing on Fighting Bull, as they chase after her. She deftly navigates a myriad of corridors and stairwells. Shattered pieces of plaster splatter across her face as bullets pierce the walls, just narrowly missing her.
 Sluzhba Vneshney Razvedki—Russian Foreign Intelligence Service
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