Guarding the Governor of Texas because some Intel spooks thought he was important was not Otter's idea of a good time, it was damn boring. It did take discipline, focus, and attention to detail; Otter had all of those in spades. That's what made him the #4 drafted Combat Op in his class. The swarming crowd in front of him was filled with students and citizens in the University of Texas A&M Athletic Field. Looking through the faces and eyes he tried to pick the one that would draw the gun. The Governor was making his way to the stage his earphone reported. Each member of the detail checked in. Once at the podium the speech began but Otter didn't listen. His chiseled European features peered out through tintless sunglasses with his hands calmly at the side of his tailored business suit. He was darkly tanned and had a trim athletic V-cut form; icy blues eyes and a very short buzz cut of blond hair marked him as more than your average frog.
Top knot. A top knot. Not your ordinary American Southwestern haircut. This guy had a top knot. Deep brown eyes intensly stared at the governor. He neither smiled or laughed with the crowd around him. Dead give aways to Otter. This asian man had made one too many mistakes. The call went out by Otter to have three agents close to his location in the crowd. As the number one man was nearing the gun man, he drew a pistol. "Gun!" Otter shouted. Seven of the Governor's security men jumped to pull him down from the podium as two placed themselves in the gunman's line of fire. Otter had drawn his rapier and detonated it. The small explosion in the pen sized device popped out the blade-breaker and explosive formed the telescoping blade, and all with no more than a loud snap. Two other gunmen in the crowd started to fire as Topknot was just getting his gun drawn. Otter stood on stage and popped the caseless derringer into his off hand. The security men piled on the governor covered his body even as they were firing their sidearms at the attackers. Two spouted blood as they were hit outside of their body-armor.
Otter raised his derringer and fired two shots at Topknot. The first round caught him in the heart, opening his eyes wide in death, the second clipped his throat, spraying the crowd with blood. One of the other Sec Ops killed a gun man with a burst from his machine pistol. The last gunman had taken cover behind a barrel as a final act of cowardice. Otter just stood on the stage, over the pile of humanity that was the Governor and his guards. Two seconds later a trio of Intel snipers had filled his body with nearly a pound of lead.
As the Governor's men shuffled him off stage Otter heard footsteps behind him: running. He turned right and caught a glimpse of the Governor's Chief of Police move with unhuman speed at the throng of guards. The Chief saw Otter and raised a MAC-10 from his coat. The Rapier flashed out, the Chief was only a step away. It tapped the end of the barrel as it fired it's first round. The rest of the burst went high, but that one caught Otter square in the chest. All his energy was forward so maintained his footing. It must not have penetrated too deep, but Otter had lost all of his peripheral vision. A flick of his wrist up then down brought the blade into the Chief's face, blinding him with his own blood. Now Otter stepped into the Chief, well inside his arms length, disarming him of the MAC-10 with his derringer hand as a club, and then bringing the blade down on the Chief. The blade punctured his between his clavicle and shoulderblade, then downward through his heart, liver, and lungs. Holding the Chief to his chest like a cadaver dance partner Otter stared into his dead eyes. Then he stepped back, slipped him off the blade, and swiped out his throat with one quick motion.
Laverty his CO walked over to Otter and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Good move son. Get that chest wound checked." Otter looked down at his chest, which was soaked in blood. Now he could feel the slick stickiness between his suit, his armor and his skin that was his blood coagulating. "But other than that, not bad for your first mission."
