Oslo, Norway -outskirts
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The sun hung high, casting a radiant glow over the coastline as Mathis Kristensen paused to appreciate the serenity of his surroundings. His mansion, perched on a cliff, overlooked a mesmerizing stretch of golden sands and turquoise waters. The rhythmic crashing of waves harmonized with the distant hum of a lawn mower—a peaceful contrast to the chaos of his recent past.
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In his garage, a sanctuary filled with the scent of motor oil and old leather, Mathis was deeply engrossed in testing disassembled spark plugs from a vintage car. Sunlight streamed through the open garage door, casting intricate patterns of light and shadow on the floor. The quiet strains of jazz from a vintage record player intertwined with the focused sounds of his work. The garage, with its carefully organized tools and nostalgic memorabilia, was his refuge—a place where he could momentarily escape the shadows of his covert life.
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Though still healing from recent injuries, Mathis's hands moved with practiced precision. The shrill ring of his phone shattered the calm. Wiping his greasy hands on a rag, he answered with a guarded tone.
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"Mathis, how are you holding up? Have you recovered from the surgery?"
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The voice on the other end was a stark reminder of the world he had tried to leave behind. Mathis glanced at the polished chrome of the car, his face reflecting a mix of resignation and resolve.
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"I'm feeling better, sir. But I assume you didn't call to check on my vacation," Mathis replied, his tone edged with impatience.
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"You always cut to the chase, Kristensen. It's one of the reasons I respect you. But we have a situation. I need you at Mansion 3 by six tonight."
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Mathis's eyes narrowed as he checked his watch. The peaceful facade of his surroundings contrasted sharply with the urgency in the admiral's voice. "Understood. I'll be there."
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Ending the call, Mathis resumed his task, his movements precise but marked by underlying tension. The garage's tranquil atmosphere did little to calm the storm brewing within him. After a quick clean-up, he headed to the bathroom. The warm water from the shower soothed his freshly healed stitches. He avoided examining the scars too closely, focusing instead on the steady stream of water cascading over him—a brief respite from his internal turmoil.
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Wrapped in a towel, he approached the mirror. The reflection revealed a man marked by battle—dark hair, piercing blue-green eyes, and a face etched with the weight of loss and experience. As he shaved, each stroke of the razor became a ritual of reclaiming control, the sharp edge a reminder of both vulnerability and strength.
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Dressed in a crisp white shirt and dark blue pants, Mathis retrieved his go-bag from its secret compartment. The touch-panel door slid open, revealing a hidden staircase leading to his basement office. The room, adorned with elegant dark wood furniture and family photographs, was a stark contrast to the high-stakes world he was about to re-enter. His gaze lingered on a photo of his late wife and children. The pain of their loss was a constant ache, overshadowing the mission at hand.
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He prepared for departure, choosing a dark blue jacket that complemented his attire. In the garage, the sight of his old vehicles brought a bittersweet smile. The Austin-Healey, with its sleek lines and polished interior, was a reminder of simpler times. As he slid into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of aged leather and the engine's rumble offered fleeting comfort.
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As Mathis eased the Austin-Healey out of the garage, the tires kicked up a fine layer of dust from the dirt road, and the daylight bathed the landscape in a soft golden hue. The road stretched ahead, winding between tall, swaying trees that formed a canopy overhead, their leaves rustling faintly in the breeze. The hum of the engine was a comforting backdrop to the rhythmic bump of gravel beneath the tires. Every turn of the wheel pulled him further from the safety of home and deeper into the uncertainty of the mission.
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The wind through the open window tousled his hair, but the cool breeze did little to calm his mind. His fingers gripped the wooden steering wheel tighter as the road narrowed, dipping into a valley before rising again. The world outside was peaceful—too peaceful, almost. Dappled sunlight played across the hood of the car as he navigated the bends with ease, but his mind was far from the tranquility of the scene around him. Each mile brought a wave of memories—old missions, long nights spent planning, and the first hints that something was amiss in the upper echelons of intelligence.
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As he approached a sharp curve, Mathis slowed down, instinctively scanning his surroundings. The road, though empty, felt charged with anticipation, like the calm before a storm. He was reminded of countless briefings where colleagues had warned him about underestimating quiet moments—those were often when the most dangerous traps were set. He could feel the weight of those words now, like an invisible hand pressing down on his chest.
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Rounding the bend, the landscape opened up, revealing a panoramic view of the sea in the distance. The sunlight glistened off the water, and for a moment, Mathis allowed himself to enjoy the beauty of the view—a fleeting distraction from the mission ahead. But the moment passed quickly, his thoughts returning to the task at hand. The mansion, looming somewhere ahead, represented both answers and risks.
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As the road straightened, Mathis caught sight of the gatehouse ahead, signaling that he was nearing his destination. An armed guard stepped forward as Mathis slowed the car, his hand moving to the ID resting on the passenger seat. With a curt nod, the guard examined the ID carefully before waving him through the heavy iron gate.
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Now, with the gate behind him and the mansion visible in the distance, Mathis felt the full gravity of the situation. He wasn't just heading to a meeting; he was walking into a den of secrets, where every word and glance might reveal or obscure the truth he was chasing. The long, winding drive had given him time to think and brace himself for what was to come. But now, with the mansion's towering silhouette growing larger with each passing second, he knew the peace he had felt along the road was only temporary.182Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh0BvDRXtSi
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The mansion's entrance was grand, and Mathis was greeted by a well-dressed gentleman who guided him through opulent halls adorned with timeless antiques. The setting felt almost surreal—a world of elegance and history juxtaposed against the gravity of his mission.
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"I'm sorry, Agent 13, but I must conduct a weapons check," the attendant said, his demeanor both respectful and professional.
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Mathis complied, opening his jacket for inspection. The moment was heavy with unspoken tension. Once cleared, he was led to a large office with dark oak furnishings and expansive windows overlooking the ocean. The room exuded calm, but Mathis's mind was a storm of anticipation and unease.
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The admiral entered, commanding immediate respect. Tall and slim, with dark gray hair and a meticulously groomed mustache, he radiated authority tinged with weariness. His eyes betrayed deep concern as he approached Mathis.
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"Agent 13, welcome back," the admiral said, his warm but somber tone betraying his worry. "I didn't expect to see you so soon, but we have an urgent matter. Mr. Bram, one of our own, has been found tortured and murdered. He had information that posed a serious threat to our national security. I need you to uncover what he knew and identify those responsible."
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Mathis's expression hardened. The loss of Bram, a trusted colleague, and the brutality of his death ignited a burning resolve within him. "I accept the mission, sir. I want to find out who did this and why."
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The admiral's gaze was steady, reflecting both his trust in Mathis and his concern. "I understand this is personal. My superior is worried about your involvement, but I've insisted on your participation. You're familiar with Bram's methods of communication; you'll need to pick up where he left off."
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Mathis nodded, his mind already racing with thoughts of the investigation. "I'll start in Nice. I'll visit Le Grand Hotel and seek out Eva from Section F. She may have more information."
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The admiral handed Mathis an envelope filled with travel documents. "Be cautious. There's a possibility of a mole within our ranks. Don't trust anyone unless absolutely necessary. Good luck, Agent 13."
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As Mathis left the office, he descended into Department G. The basement was a hive of innovation and activity, with scientists and engineers engrossed in their work. Brillo, ever the eccentric genius, greeted him with a mix of enthusiasm and irritation.
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"Kristensen! Good to see you back," Brillo said, his eyes lighting up. "I've got some new gadgets for you."
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Mathis smirked, despite the tension. "Still playing with your toys, Brillo?"
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"Enough with the nicknames, Kristensen," Brillo retorted, slightly annoyed but pleased. "This is a serious upgrade. This watch can scan phones, emit distress signals, and deploy a mini USB stick. It also features plastic explosives and a mini crossbow."
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Mathis examined the watch, impressed by its advanced features. Brillo also handed him an earpiece designed for long-distance audio surveillance.
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"Make sure to test everything thoroughly," Brillo said, his tone serious. "We need accurate data to refine these devices."
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Mathis nodded. "I'll make sure everything is tested."
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As he exited, Mathis reflected on the gravity of the mission and the loss of Bram. The possibility of a mole added layers of complexity and danger to his task. Slipping into a black summer jacket, he handed his car keys to a secretary. A sleek black sedan awaited.
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