Contract: Dangerous Waters

[Benzo]

Dangerous Waters

Contract Debriefing
Target name: Dustin Nichols
Target location: Gulf of Mexico, ~75-100 Km West of Clearwater
Contract payment: $1500
Bonus: N/A
Contract details:
Mr. Nichols is expected to be going out on his luxury ship, not quite large enough to call a yacht, to spend a couple days at sea. Nichols is a rather paranoid businessman, it seems, for he always brings a few hired guards with him. Nothing short of easy work for an AGE agent, of course.

[Benzo]

[Contract claimed by Agent Silence]
[Start upon completion of loadout request form for Agent Silence]

[LNG257]

Weapon: Sig Sauer P226
Weapon 2: Piano Wire
Gadget: Lockpick tools
Gadget 2: Suppressor
Accessory: Ear piece

[Benzo]

An intern wearing the dark blue and white trimmed uniform of AGE walks past you in the main lobby, handing you a large yellow packet. "Full debriefing on the 'Dangerous Waters' contract." she says before disappearing down the hallway. Opening the packet, you pull out a parchment reading;

Agent Silence,

Your request for the contract on Dustin Nichols has been approved. You are to head to the strip, take a jet to Florida, and get down to Clearwater Beach. Upon arrival, you will find a boat rental shop entitled "Steering Clearwater" owned by a Mr. Parks. Tell him who you are, and you will be accommodated with a boat to access Mr. Nichols' ship, which will be approximately 75 to 100 kilometers west from the beach and accompanied with a handful of armed personal security.
You will be supplied with your requested gear upon contact with the cab driver looking for "Mr. S. Lents", please go over the list below to confirm the gear requested, making any necessary changes before boarding the plane;

(1) Sig Sauer P226
(1) Piano Wire
(1) Lockpick tools
(1) Suppressor
(1) Ear piece and pin camera

[LNG257]

Yes, this is the equipment I want.

[Benzo]

Satisfied with the gear requested, you dispose of the packet and proceed to the jets. Finding the one awaiting you, you climb inside and greet the pilot before finding yourself joined by another, well-groomed passenger.
"Ahh, I heard we were making a stop in Florida." he said, smiling at you and extending his hand. "Name's Lionheart,"

[LNG257]

I smile back and shake Lionheart's hand. "Silence."

[Benzo]

The agent shakes you hand and relaxes back in his seat. "They have you working on some old geezer in Florida?" he asked, smirking with a short bark of laughter as he turned towards you. "It gets better. I'm on my way to Cuba, if it's any consolidation."

[LNG257]

Sitting down in a seat across the isle from Lionheart, I say, "He's on a boat, if his guards are at all competent they'll know I'm there before I can get anywhere near him. Who are you taking out, a boatload of refugees?"

[Benzo]

Lionheart shakes his head, somewhat grimly, before flashing a smile. "Agency self-contract; Cuban hit squad has been harassing some of our agents perusing contracts into the area. We're losing business because of them." he answers, then leaning his head back with a sigh. "Gonna be a long flight; I don't know about you, but I'm going to catch some shut-eye."

[LNG257]

I nod, then lean back and close my eyes.

[Benzo]

After closing your eyes and falling asleep, it's quite some time until they reopen, likely caused by the slight shaking of the jet as it approaches landing. Upon landing, you awake to find Lionheart reading over documents in his seat, then looking over to you with a slight nod. "I think this is your stop." he says, looking out the window before adding "Sure as hell doesn't look like Cuba, at least."

[LNG257]

"Good luck with the hit squad." I say, getting up and exiting the plane.

[Benzo]

Lionheart nods as you exit the plane, shouting out his well-wishes before you disappear and head towards the passenger pickup area. As expected, upon arrival you find a large assortment of cab drivers standing on the sidewalk, holding up signs with various names written onto them, though only one sticks out to you. Towards the end of the lineup, you see a somewhat portly man standing outside what appeared to be a dark colored lincoln, the sign in his hands reading 'S. Lents"

[LNG257]

I walk over to the man holding the sign reading S. Lents. Holding out my hand to shake, I greet him. "Pleased to make your acquaintance. I am Mr. Lents."

[Benzo]

The driver looks at you as you approach, scanning over you up and down for a moment before nodding. "Heading to Clearwater?" he asks, stepping back and preparing to open the door for you.

[LNG257]

"Yes, thank you." I say. "Specifically, a boat rental named Steering Clearwater."

[Benzo]

The man nods and swings the door opening, waiting for you to be seated within before closing it and taking his spot behind the wheel. "We should be to the beach in just under an hour, so make yourself comfortable" he says back to you before starting to drive you out of the airport area and towards your contract.

[LNG257]

Getting into the cab, I lean back but keep alert.

[Benzo]

As the drive stretches on, you notice the sky beginning to turn darker, then glancing at the time to see it was nearing 8 PM as the beaches began to come in sight. "You may have to do a little walking, but here we are." the driver says, pulling into a spot near the large stretch of shop-lined boardwalk and sand. "Might want to hurry, shop's right about to hit closing hours." he warns.

[LNG257]

I get out of the cab, wave a short goodbye to the driver, and start walking along the boardwalk looking for Steering Clearwater.

[Benzo]

After departing the cab and a moment of exploring the boardwalk, the sign of 'Steering Clearwater' pops out to you. A rather mediocre looking place, you enter inside to be greeted by a slightly older man, his otherwise dark hair slightly fringed with white. "We're just closing for the day, sir." he calls out to you dismissively.

[LNG257]

"It's fine Mr. Parks, I won't be staying long. I have a meeting with Dustin Nichols, and my employer, AGE, said that you could provide me with a boat to get to his luxury ship with."

[Benzo]

"Fucking hell, of course you are." Mr. Parks says with a slight groan. "Sure, at AGE you get to retire early, but you end up working for them during your damn retirement anyway." he continues complaining, turning his back to you as he began to open the door standing behind the counter. "Well, come along then." he says as he looks over his shoulder. "I've got a package waiting for you and, as soon as you're ready, I'll take you out to the boats; I get the pleasure of driving you."

[LNG257]

Saying nothing, I walk behind Mr. Parks, letting him show me what he needs to.