Lydecker slowly opened the manila folder infront of him. "X5-452, sit down."

"Yes sir." Max replied quickly as she took a seat across from him at the table.

"You're orders for your first mission have been handed down to me." Lydecker began, sliding a picture towards Max. She looked down at the photo. It was of an older man, late forties, thinning hair. His face looked rough and tired, as if he had seen much in his lifetime.

"His name is Terry Johnson, he is a former high ranking military commander. Took early retirement a year or so back to join the private sector. It has come to our attention that he has been selling government secrets to anyone willing to buy. Terrorist, foreign powers, the media, he doesn't care." Lydecker paused, watching Max as she scanned through the other photos and documents contained in the folder before continuing on.

"Surveillance reports indicate that he has records of his dealings stored on his personal computer. Your orders are obtain a copy of these records and to eliminate Terry Johnson. Understand solder?"

"Yes sir," Max replied. Her cold emotionless eyes meeting up with her commanders.

"Good. The target is having a party tonight at his estate. He enjoys the company of high class call girls, and will have a number of them at the party for himself and his guests. You will enter the party undercover as one of hired girls. You will get close to Mr. Johnson, gain access to his private quarters then eliminate him and recover the information. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," Max replied evenly as she stood.

"You leave at 1700 hours, Dismissed."